Bora Fett crouched low behind a cluster of rocks, her amber eyes scanning the ground. The faint traces of a campfire were still warm, the crackling embers barely visible beneath the still trees. She could see the footprints, lightly pressed into the dirt barely a day old. Jedi, she thought. She had been tracking the same one for days, the elusive force user slipping just out of her grasp each time.

She inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of the forest. The Jedi had been here, she knew it.

A rustle in the distance. Bora's hand instinctively went to the blaster on her thigh, her fingers tracing the familiar shape of the weapon. Her boots barely made a sound as she moved, tracking the trail through the dense underbrush.

The trees parted, revealing a narrow path. She saw a figure ahead, cloaked in the shadows, walking slowly.

"Almost there..." Bora muttered under her breath, the only sound breaking the silence of the forest.

She pressed forward, calculating every step, every possible move. Then she saw him, he just stood there. The Jedi’s lightsaber, a bright blue blade, ignited as he stepped into a clearing, illuminating the surroundings. He had decided to stop running, she respected it. "I accept the duel Jedi. Now prepare to die." She said, the modulator of her helmet giving her voice a colder tone.