The Vertical City, Nar Shaddaa. They call it the Smuggler's Moon—an apt description based on the myriad of sentients shuffling back and forth with their illegal wares and hidden weapons. The narrow streets below criss-cross endlessly, soaring miles above the planet's surface. Exposed and uncovered, the streets offer a nearly perfect setting for someone with some skills with ranged weapons. From a vantage point on the ledge of a towering structure of glass and steel offers a dizzying view of the cityscape.

Simple shops and merchants peddle both legitimate and illegitimate wares. Storefronts are just as plentiful as open-market pop-up tents, and the cantina's adapt the same lowlife air as the rest of the Smuggler's Moon. Enemies could be hidden in plain sight, whether one of the Hutts’ gangsters or mercenaries-for-hire looking to earn some credits. The streets are plagued with violent gangs and the general riff raff of the poor and destitute. The streets may be an ideal place for blasters, but the winding streets are difficult to disappear from. An opponent would be easily boxed in and simple to finish with a few quick slashes of a lightsaber. The moon is dangerous—even for one gifted in the Force.

Rain fell lightly on the brightly lit streets. Most people did not see a male Kel Dor with his cloak hood up. He was walking through the streets. Not wanting to be discovered Sa, even while hidden in the open took care to make sure not to bump into anyone. He was after information for himself and he was damn sure he wasn't going to be denied it. Hearing a beeping from his com link Sa ducked under a awning to answer it.

Coming to life was a holo-projection of his Chief from the Inquisitors. Still believing that his cover hadn’t blown with the Inquisitors Sa answered the call.

“Chief, I thought we weren’t suppose to have any contact till after my mission was done?”

“Alien, we have word that one of your Jedi…’friends’... has landed on Nar Shaddaa. We think he is looking for you to help with whatever he thinks the Jedi sent you to do. Prove you are still worth keeping alive, send him away or eliminate him.”

“Yes Chief it will be done.”

Knowing that he wasn’t alone on this planet full of cartel members and bounty hunters, the Sentinel headed towards the Spaceports. He knew he would run into the Jedi that followed him here. Sa knew that he couldn't eliminate one of his comrades, he would have to either convince however many came to leave or make a good show of driving them away. Making his way to just outside the spaceport without any hindrance, Sa waited in the shadows, hiding on top of an awning which gave him a better vantage point, till he saw him.

If it wasn't the reddish-hair and green face tattoo that gave away who was coming out of the spaceport it would have been the way the Kiffar was dressed. The guy, Sa knew to be a bit younger then him was wearing a red shirt and blue and yellow pants with a black jacket. From his vantage point Sa noticed that Tisto had his blasters holstered, his lightsaber dangling at his waist. Sa prepared to strike when his old Knight Commander came closer to the spot he chose.

Being on guard from feeling that something was about to happen, Tisto was able to jump back but not save himself from the dark cloaked person who had just landed in front of him with a open palm to the ground. From that open palm the Kel Dor made a concussive blast that sent Tistito back into alley way landing in some cans and bags of garbage. Running to meet up with the younger Kiffar, Sa threw off his cloak and covered his comrades mouth while pinning him down.

Angrily whispering Sa interrogated Tisto, “Are you trying to blow my cover? You know I'm a SeNet Agent now and on a mission.”

The young man, pinned down, nod his head.

“If you knew that, then you know that I am going to make it look like I'm fighting you. Let's make it a bet, if I win our spar you leave, if and if you win I'll leave back to flotilla with you.”

With a little bit of help after Sa got off the Knight Commander, Tisto was thrown back into the streets. While at the edge of the alley way Sa sent a bit of lightning at his comrades feet to show him he isn't going to go easy on him. While also having his saber in his main hand not yet ignited.

Tisto brought his saber to bear as the lightning came around. The roar of the saber, like that of a swoop engine, was enough to said the few onlookers running. The roar of the saber reminded Sa how Tisto had been able to handle himself before he was actually trained, and if the rumors were true, Tisto had been taken under Edgar for tutelage in the saber right before the war with Clan Plagueis.

"We are fighting on my home world," the Knight Commander stated evenly. "This won't end well for you."

"Must your saber be so loud? You could be drawing inquisitors!" Sa replied.

"They would have been alerted to us already," Tisto replied. "Anyone even half bothering can sense me."

"Then why are you here?" the Sentinel replied.

"To bring you back. We have real work that needs to be done!" Tisto said quietly, lowering his blade.

Sa ignited his blade, his experience with Tisto preparing him for everything. When the Kiffar charged, he was ready, meeting the first attack with all the finesse of a true duelist. Tisto followed that up with three quick strikes, attempting to overwhelm his opponent. The savage way he was attack was easily countered by Sa's more refined tactics. Even though the Kel Dor was not as agile and fast as the Kiffar, he parried each strike with a deft flick of his wrist. Sa called on the Force, and telekinetic energy curled into his hand. He leaned under a fourth attack, and smashed his hand into the ground, sending the Kiffar flying yet again.

Tisto smacked into a wall behind him, and landed face down. Pushing himself up, he gave the Kel Dor a grin. "You gotta teach me that," he said, stretching his back, doing his best to ignore the pain. “That is going to leave a few bruises,” he muttered to himself.

Sa looked at the Kiffar, in semi amazement. The Knight Commander had only been a Knight when Sa had left the team, and it seemed like he had gotten stronger. He watched as his former commander moved forward, and ignited his saber.

“You should learn when to give up Tisto,” the Savant said sadly. If Tisto kept getting up someone could get seriously hurt.

“So should you,” the Kiffar replied.

The two stood for sometime, their lightsabers lowered. A minute passed as Tisto called on the Force, feeling it flow through him, as it did every time. He shivered as it passed through his chest, where, in his mind at least, the Force Scar was located. Then he charged. Sa barely had time to react, caught off guard by the Kiffar’s speed. Tisto lashed out with half a dozen strikes, all striking at the Kel Dor below his waist. Sa parried the first, barely moved out of the way of the second, and had to stonewall the remaining attacks. Cursing himself for having to resort to a full defence, he was saved by a glimpse of Tistos next attack, the seventh blow. It came in a full arc strait for the Kel Dors head, and were it not for that moment of insight, Sa understood he would not have been able to get his arm up fast enough.

Red flashed against purple as their sabers collided, and locked above the two of them.

“Your fast,” was all Sa could think to say.