Dexon Kyjar, once great Jedi Master and powerful Sith Lord, stood in the forests of his new home on Yavin IV. He had moved here to live with his wife and escape the burdens of the galaxy around them, but when word came to him about another Grand Tournament, he couldn't help but join. He had once been a champion himself and sought to regain that status. He would be facing a great Jedi Master in his own right, Sirius "Deadeye Duncan" Venn. Dex had no idea why he was called Deadeye Duncan, but it sure as hell sounded cool.
He could hear the rumbling of footsteps around, heavy and shaking the earth around him. Not only would he be fighting Duncan here, but a Rancor would be joining them. Nothing too large of a problem, unless size is a factor. He ignited his famous green lightsaber and stood waiting, a little rusty from his extended time off.
He could hear the rumbling of footsteps around, heavy and shaking the earth around him. Not only would he be fighting Duncan here, but a Rancor would be joining them. Nothing too large of a problem, unless size is a factor. He ignited his famous green lightsaber and stood waiting, a little rusty from his extended time off.