Lightning shatters the sky and strikes the spire atop the cloning complex towering before anyone who steps off their ship and onto the rain-slick landing platform. Kamino, the Planet of Storms, is known for its roiling seas and constant torrential downpour. The fall of the Galactic Empire hit the planet’s primary export of military cloning projects extremely hard, but the Kaminoans remained afloat, both figuratively with contracts to galactic warlords, and literally with the brilliant engineering of their iconic seaborne cities.

The initial landing pad is a wide circle designed to accommodate a variety of ships, and is connected to a series of other platforms as well. Every surface is slick with rain, but avoids flooding due to the sloped edges that allow the water to run off into the sea below and away from the centerpoint.

The cloning facility’s exterior is characterized by similar slopes, and raindrops rapidly transform into steam as they touch against the series of lightning rods around the platform, much like they would if they dripped onto a lightsaber blade.

History tells of the fateful encounter between Obi Wan Kenobi and renowned Bounty Hunter Jango Fett. The doors of the facility are sealed, which means that whatever challenge awaits you, will have to be faced in the heart of the omnipresent rainstorm.

Quo eyed the Quarren standing before him on the landing platform, his left foot slightly in front of his right, knees bent and shoulder width apart. His mind was centred, his focus clear as the Battlelord glared towards him. He remembered the last time they had met for training, and knew that he had to be at his best against his formidable opponent. He had learned much from their last encounter, and was intrigued to see what lessons would be taught to him on this meeting.

"I see you have a new arm young one," Lexiconus Quor's voice carried easily through the background noise of the rain pelting down onto them, "I hope it is more robust than the former model."

"The last one was distinctly second hand when you had finished with it, this one is significantly stronger." The glint in the Zabrak's eyes combined sarcasm with challenge, this time it would not be as before. "I relish the opportunity to absorb your teachings." With a flourish the Dark Knight bowed to his instructor, obeying the forms and showing proper respect.

Without a visible cue as to his intentions the Quarren gestured to the sabre at his side with his fingers, instantaneously the hilt leapt into his hand with a reassuring slapping sound. A fraction of a second later Quo's own weapon leapt from his belt into his waiting digits.

"This time I have a distinct advantage," Quor stated flatly, "these conditions are more acceptable to a creature born of the seas and oceans, even the surface of the wet steel is more comfortable to my own physiology, it is my natural environment, therefore I am more at ease to begin with. I am not afflicted by salt in my eye, nor the reduced friction of the decking, quite the opposite in fact. This, of course, aids my connection to the Living Force."

He waved gently with his left hand. Quo could see the water droplets of the rain and spray bulging out from the Quarren, the shape deflecting the fall into an expanding balloon shape moving in his direction. Even with his weight balanced and centred the power of the push from his opponent made his feet slide across the decking, he could feel himself sliding backwards over the slick surface, gathering momentum as he moved. It was only with a supreme effort pushing his feet downwards to gain traction that he was able to slow his involuntary retreat from his opponent. A push with his toes somersaulted him up and away from the invisible force moving him across the landing area. He landed gently on the ball of his feet, once again facing his teacher some six feet distant from him.