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The quiet is eerie, nobody moves. The intruder that attempted to land via ship, is just beyond the walls. The Droids have been mobilized, the tribes women and children have been hidden. Us men have armed ourselves and are waiting.

Im nervous, for thousands of years my family has ruled this city. We remnants of the Eternal alliance have held supremacy over this city since the disaster that was Iokath. And now, an intruder comes, to challenge us, to take what is ours. It will not succeed, it will not take what is mine, what I rule. I lead, I rule, it belongs to ME.

My musing is broken by a strange sound, like... buzzing. Looking toward the disturbance, now I panic. The gates, reinforced, impenetrable, are being melted by the intruder.

No, No, NO... no calm down, it still has to deal with the army, not all is lost. Why am I scared? Its only one being, why, why, WHY do I fear so much. Why... do I feel hopeless...

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Its through.

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Thexan POV

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I'm through, annoying blast doors. Seems my subtle manipulation is successful, the leaders drenched in cold sweat. The force is so useful.

Well, time to go to work.

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Normal POV

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Thexan explodes into action, the melee droids are difficult to deal with on by default. So Thexan has to channel more power than usual, so he can keep the upper hand.

Block, parry, riposte. Thexan uses all his experience in war to its absolute fullest. These droids were manufactured based on blueprints found with the Eternal fleet. So their programming is far superior to that of the Trade federation droids.

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Thexan POV

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This isn't going anywhere, time to switch tactics. Go for the head, and the body follows.

With a mighty force push in all directions I give myself some breathing space, 1 second to regain my bearings. Then I'm off, channeling the force to augment my speed. I reach the leaders platform in seconds. No one had much time to react. He is standing about a few hundred units away, clearly panicking.

Now for the last scare tactic. Slowly I walk towards the leader, dressed in a golden tunic, with silver accents he looks like some spoiled brat with no real life experience. He stumbles backwards and tries to crawl away from me. Oh, look, he pissed himself, how quaint.

I let blue sparks dance across my fingers... wow... he fainted.

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Took a while for me to figure out how I wanted this go down, and I still couldn't decide so this will have to do.

Have a wonderful week.