Prologue
Caydon Qel Droma felt the laser bolt tear through his left shoulder, searing and catalyzing flesh at the same time. Idiot, he thought to himself as he transferred his lightsaber from his wounded left hand to his right. You really thought you could outrun him? The voice chided him as he turned around and with a crackle, the lightsaber came to life in his right hand. He swung the saber up in a defensive position, his feet spread wide. You're missing one hand...Oh shut up! Great, now I'm having...
Another laser bolt sizzled through the air toward Caydon, interrupting his thoughts, but was deflected away with a quick flick of the wrist. Inching closer, the bounty hunter leveled his rifle and opened fire. Caydon easily deflected the deadly barrage away with grace and quickness. Angry, the bounty hunter threw his expended rifle to the ground and pulled out a small cylinder.
"The Mandarian Jedi," he sneered. "You're not as tough as they said you would be."
"I'm sorry," Caydon responded. "Apparently someone shot my left hand and then my shoulder, so I am at a bit of a disadvantage, wouldn't you agree?."
"You're not much of a Jedi if you can't detect my presence," the bounty hunter retorted.
"Ah," Caydon held up his damaged left hand. "But you don't know that. Maybe I was thinking, I could fool this guy into thinking I'm not a great Jedi or I could be a terrible Jedi, but..that's your decision to make."
With a snapping hiss, the bounty hunter lightsaber flickered on. Bringing it up into an attack position, the bounty hunter carefully studied his opponent. Aftering sizing him up, he let his stance open a little bit.
"We'll see about that," he responded roughly, knowing that he had the advantage. How much damage could a one-arm Jedi do?
"Shall we?" Caydon gestured before him with his left hand as if asking the bounty hunter to a dance.
Swinging his lightsaber from his shoulder toward Caydon, the bounty hunter tumbled forward as Caydon side-stepped his attack and with a momentous round-house kick to the mouth, Caydon snapped the bounty hunter's jaw like a wet tree branch. Falling to the ground and clutching his mouth, Caydon stood over him with his lightsaber pointed toward his throat.
"Second time, same verse?" Caydon asked as he withdrew his sword from the bounty hunter's throat.
Drawing himself up and spitting out blood, the bounty hunter swiped and stabbed at Caydon but Caydon, almost lazily, blocked and dodged every attack even with his left hand and shoulder injured. By the time the bounty hunter had finished his exhausting attack on Caydon, he had broken not only his jaw, but his right arm below the elbow, two bones in his leg, and a few ribs.
"I would applaud your effort, Mr...?" Caydon touched the side of his helmet as if transmitting data. "Ah, Mr. Broshk but I seem to have lost any feeling in my left hand."
Growling and then wimpering from the pain of moving his mouth, Broshk slumped against the side of the the cave and slammed his unbroken arm against the wall as hard as he could, which unfortunately broke his arm. With a thundering collapse the ceiling caved in, crushing and freezing them within seconds. The last thought going through both of their minds was, 'Of all the places I had to die, why Hoth?'