This is a one-v-one match
@[member="Morna Imura"]
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Phrikite Mine #004-565 on Gromas 16
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I had traveled to Gromas 16 to collect phrikite from its mines to utilize in the construction of my own, personal lightsaber. The ore, when combined with Tydirium, created an alloy that was virtually indestructable, strong enough to resist even the concentrated plasma beam of a lightsaber. The blade I used now was not a blade born of my own hand, and thus was utterly inadequate, crafted for a hand guided by different ideals than my own. I could not reach my full potential, hindered by such a weapon.The moon, one of dozens orbiting Gromas, was a dry, arid place, covered with vast seas of fine, red sand. It's gravity was somewhat weaker than the standard, and its days were shorter, as well as its years. The people who lived on Gromas 16 had changed from the standard humanoid, growing taller and frailer than their counterparts, with long limbs like thin stalks, elongated necks, and oblong heads. The phrikite mines they controlled were built on the peaks of mountain ranges and in the depths of valleys, manned mostly by droids, save for the occasional overseer.
I hadn't expected to discover a Force-adept on the planet when I decided to visit, but the presence I felt as I landed my fighter was unmistakable. It grew stronger as I trekked closer to the mine. Hurriedly, I masked my own presence, wrapping the Force about myself as a cloak. I had already been sensed, perhaps, but I didn't worry.
I had been made for this, to fight, and I would serve my purpose, regardless of the inherent dangers.
Lightsaber in hand, my thumb resting against the activator ship, I made my way into the ultrachrome corridors of Mine #004-565, mindful of the ever-changing currents of the Force.