"A long time ago, in the days of strife and war between Jedi and Sith, a young Ugnaught Jedi Padawan named Jave served a small community alongside his master A Rodian named Vesse.

Together they did great good for the community, but the shadow of war would one day cover their world, a terrible darkness in the form of Darth Vickle, a towering Dowutin who led a fearsome army of Sith Troopers to the planet, they engaged first in raids before landing outside the capital city on a hill across from it.

"Surrender to the Sith!" The Darth shouted with lust for the city, but also fear, his army was not strong enough to defeat the city.

King ArKiwald stood tall on the ramparts, he replied to the Sith. "You may attack we will fight!" He cried out defiantly, yet, as the Sith raiders fortified a hill near the city he felt fear, on their hill, they could defeat the King's army.

So then the stalemate sat for a day, but the Sith was restless and arrogant, and so he took to his hill again. "I cannot abide this cowardice, let us settle this! The strong! The powerful! The mightiest will rule the weak. Send your champion out, let us settle this, whoever loses, shall subject themselves to the powerful!"

Knight Vesse immediately left his padawan in their small town and went to the city to stand with the king, a defiant look on his brow until he saw the massive Darth, the cruel power following him, Vesse made an excuse and refused to fight. No other volunteered either, and so that night, Darth Vickle returned to his camp unfought.

The next day Darth Vickle came out again. "Are there any who are brave enough to face me!" He shouted. As night fell he returned unfought again.

And it continued for a week. By now Darth Vickle cared not about winning the city, his pride demanded he face someone, he wanted to win it himself, not his men. And so once again, every day, he stepped out and challenged the city. And every day they hid.

After forty days Ugnaught Padawan Jave came from the villages to check on his Master, and found Darth Vickle standing tall making his challenge.

"Master, why does no one challenge him."

"We cannot! He will win, and we will be enslaved." His Master said in despair, fear filling him with apathy.

"Perhaps I can face him?"

His master laughed cruelly and sadly. "You are small, you will be crushed by his foot!"

Jave undeterred went next to the King. "King, surely someone must stand against the darkness and fight him!"

"None have volunteered, and those who might be ordered would rather face a cell than fight him."

Jave looked out at the setting sun and the giant Sith Warrior. "Then perhaps I shall fight Darth Vickle!!"

The king scoffed. "I'm sorry, my ears must be failing, I could have sworn that you said you would fight Vickle! But you didn't say that, did you?"

"Yes! I did!" Jave replied nodding.

"Oh!" The King replied in surprise. "I say, that's very noble, but let's be reasonable, you are a tiny little fellow, and well Vickle, why he's enormous! No no no no! Now that's a job for a powerful and big Person! Not some little fellow like you!"

Jave shakes his head. "You may be big, and I may be little, my head may only come to your middle, but I say, little guys can do big things too!"

"But Vickle he's huge!"

"He's big, but the Force is bigger! And with the Force Little guys can do big things too!"

The King raised an eyebrow and looked at the Ugnaught. "Perhaps you are right. Well you will have our entire armory at your disposal! Blasters! Cannons! Powered Armor! Shields! Anything you need."

Jave looked at them, then shook his head. "I have all I need."

That night Jave went down a stream between the two hills, and at the creek listening to the bubbling noise of water he meditated in the Force and waited for morning.

"Who will stand against me?" Vickle shouted in the morning, standing tall and proud.

"I will Darth Vickle!" A voice cried back from the creek

Vickle looked down in confusion. "Who said that?"

"I did!" Jave announced, standing at the stream

"What is this? Am I a dog that you come at me with sticks?" Vickle asked with a cruel laugh as his men laughed with him.

"I need no stick! I come with the Force, and the Force is with me!"

"Then Let us fight!" Vickle shouts, igniting a terrible crimson double blade, the size dwarfing even the men around him.

Vickle charges down the hill, his footsteps like the thunder of an avalanche, the ground shaking with every step as the wind and roar of his blades bares down upon the young Padawan!

At the last moment Jave ducks, rolling forward and under the massive creature who stumbles in his miss. "You cannot trick me!" Vickle shouts, swinging his blade, and yet Jave dodges again.

"I cannot, but the Force is with me!"

"The Force Serves me!" Vickle shouts, stamping at Jave as he once again dodges at the exact right moment, like water flowing around the Sith. "Enough of these games!" He cries out, striking the ground towards Jave to spark with lightning, but at the last second Jave evades yet again.

"I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me!"

"SHUT UP!" Vickle shouts, charging as Jave stands in the creek. "I'LL SHOW YOU THE FORCE!" Vickle continues, diving forward with his blade, but at the last moment, Jave like the wind evades the strike and Vickle found himself falling toward the creek, his head striking a large rock, with a shudder he falls limp.

The Sith Troopers, seeing their champion fall tore off their armor and fled in terror, the King's army inspired by the bravery marched out to make safe the planet.

Knight Vesse came out to greet his Padawan. "My Padawan, you have proven a more mighty Jedi than I today!"

The King nods. "You may be small, but you stand above us all!"

But Jave shakes his head. "I am not mighty, and my size cannot be used to judge me as it was the Force which led me to victory. I only listened for it."