Reckoning had come for New Alderaan. Only a few short days had passed since Vahliri and the others had liberated Altair from his imprisonment on the planet - and the time had finally come to punish those who were responsible. To rain hellfire down upon those who would harm the people that mattered most to her.
Vahliri’s elevation to Champion had placed a myriad of new assets at her disposal, and she brought them to bear against the FWA defenders. There would be absolutely no warning before the Sith fleet dropped out of hyperspace above the pristine world. Several frigates, corvettes and carriers - as well as their contingent vessels - appearing in the skies above New Alderaan.
Within seconds, they began to engage the defense fleet that hovered in orbit of the FWA world - a swarm of fighters and plasma fire filling the skies. Their abrupt arrival of Sith was enough to catch the defending fleet off-guard, and it left enough of a gap for several shuttles to punch through the atmosphere and begin to make their way towards the surface.
One of which, of course, carried Vahliri - and she had no doubt that the Imperials who accompanied her for the invasion were close behind. She was adorned in her signature black-and-red Sith robes, the dark hood pulled to shroud the upper hemisphere of her face. The curved hilt of her lightsaber hung on her belt, while the Crystal Vambrace was fastened to her left arm. It wasn’t long before the Jedi Temple came into view - the primary target of the Sith strike force.
As her shuttle finally touched down on the surface of New Alderaan, Vahliri descended down the durasteel ramp - cloak billowing up around her small figure as the landing shuttle whipped up the air around her. As her boots sank down into the grassy field, her honeyed gaze fixed onto the structure ahead. A beacon of peace and serenity in the Galaxy. A symbol of the Jedi order and everything they represented.
A symbol that Vahliri was going to burn to the ground.
Molten gold swirled within her eyes, the raw fury and passion radiating vibrantly as she stepped towards the temple up ahead. The curved hilt pulled into her right hand, it’s crimson blade snapping to life and painting the Champion in its sinister glow. She didn’t so much as look back at her companions or the Imperial troops that landed as she marched forward - that singular objective driving her with each and every step of her boots.
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