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*Ussej ducked down under the remains of a Republic tank, avoiding the barrage of laser fire raining down all around him. The battlefield of Alzoc III was hectic, to say the least. In the distance, Sith soldiers under the command of Darth Jetzt slaughtered their way through the native Talz species. Knowing he couldn’t stay in one place for long, he ran back out into the snow field of the frigid world, running across the dominant hard-pack snow coverings. Amazingly, he was able to look up and look almost directly at the star Alzoc, its distance from the planet being the obvious reason as to why the planet had such harsh temperatures.
As he made his way to the top of a ridge to overlook the battle, he tripped over the corpse of one of the Talz, a large and furry species that had a surprisingly high level of intelligence. In the distance, he could still hear their high-pitched chirps. Above him, Republic and Sith ships engaged in dogfights. Hundreds of deadly laserbolts made their way from all of the vessels, causing mass destruction to both sides.
An explosion from a crashed fighter rocked the very ground he stood on, causing the ground to collapse from under him. Before falling, he called upon the power of the Force and channeled it to flow like a calm and peaceful waterfall on Naboo, using it to force himself abnormally high into the air and onto a ridge above. He removes his hood, the scar on the left side of his face still burning from the battle weeks earlier, now only magnified by the harsh conditions.
As he stood and watched over the ensuing battle, the specter of evil closed in upon him as he sensed the presence of the Dark Lord of the Sith himself. His blue blade, the color of life itself, came to life in his hands. He would not make the first move, to be sure. He did not have to worry about changing his mind either, as what he had heard about his soon-to-be-opponent told that he was someone who would not hesitate while trying to kill a Jedi Knight.*
As he made his way to the top of a ridge to overlook the battle, he tripped over the corpse of one of the Talz, a large and furry species that had a surprisingly high level of intelligence. In the distance, he could still hear their high-pitched chirps. Above him, Republic and Sith ships engaged in dogfights. Hundreds of deadly laserbolts made their way from all of the vessels, causing mass destruction to both sides.
An explosion from a crashed fighter rocked the very ground he stood on, causing the ground to collapse from under him. Before falling, he called upon the power of the Force and channeled it to flow like a calm and peaceful waterfall on Naboo, using it to force himself abnormally high into the air and onto a ridge above. He removes his hood, the scar on the left side of his face still burning from the battle weeks earlier, now only magnified by the harsh conditions.
As he stood and watched over the ensuing battle, the specter of evil closed in upon him as he sensed the presence of the Dark Lord of the Sith himself. His blue blade, the color of life itself, came to life in his hands. He would not make the first move, to be sure. He did not have to worry about changing his mind either, as what he had heard about his soon-to-be-opponent told that he was someone who would not hesitate while trying to kill a Jedi Knight.*