Once again Craj'asba'ray awaited the arrival of a Sith challenger. He sat cross-legged at the top of a rock out-cropping in the wide open grasslands of Korriban. His gun was slung over his shoulder; his lightsaber lay in his lap.

He had arrived only a few minutes ago; his black x-wing was hidden just over a kilometer away. He could still feel his heart pumping from the sprint from the starfighter to his current waiting place. He felt anticipatory, but not satisfied. He would not be satisfied until he was combatting another Darksider.

On Korriban, he knew his presence would be known. He was confident the Sith were skilled enough to sense his intrusion. If they were not it wouldn't be the first time the Sith had been overestimated. The Chiss's face was calm. His body relaxed. His mind ready for mortal combat.