Before General Skywalker could act, the sound of blasterfire pierced the quiet once more, alongside a collective, thunderous warcry from Cody's clone brethren. He did not know what they wished to accomplish. Whether the 212th Battalion acted knowing their futility or blissfully ignorant, Skywalker couldn't guess. But like before, it all returned to silence. The armor-clad behemoth merely raised a hand. Each flame around them couldn't collectively compare to the heat emanating from his palm, taking form in a miasma of pure energy, only to explode outward reducing Cody's men to atoms. Ahsoka audibly choked down a cry in fear, while Commander Rex only responded with a flurry of blasterfire from his twin pistols. In pure desperation, the chosen one followed suit, lunging toward Nappa. Obi-Wan and Yoda's cries of "no" echoed behind him. But he didn't stop.
Nappa giggled with sadistic glee as he saw the long-haired knight and what seemed to be another of the same-faced legion approach. Ki blasts in general barely stung the saiyan, but these pitiful blaster shots weren't even in the same league. The construct of energy in the robed men's hands could prove to be troublesome though—his scouter read off a series of intriguing power levels. Both fools running at him differed in strength—the one in white reading off a measly 120, while long-hair boasted a decent 1,500. A little bit stronger than Raditz, but nothing he couldn't deal with. The saiyan general cackled as he swept a hand toward the white-armored pistolero, releasing a deafening shockwave that made the remaining blade-wielders brace themselves. As Nappa predicted, cowboy wasn't up to snuff—his blasters were reduced to ash, and the grunt himself was sent through three consecutive steel beams, most certainly killed when the roof collapsed upon him, resulting in another brilliant blast of flame reaching toward the sky. Another one bites the dust.
"NO!" Nappa turned his head back toward long hair, leaping over the swipe of his saber, cackling as he cracked the debris-covered floor with his landing. It seemed like he finally snapped them out of their stupor—good. He'd had enough of knocking around chattel. Though, something caught his opponent's eye. His mouth slackened, eyebrows crinkling in what seemed to be concern. Before Nappa could use this opportunity to disembowel his foe, his scouter began to beep. The little "biometric match" symbol that had pinged once when he finally located his boy began to beep frantically. And as Nappa turned around to face his boy—the one they call "Kenobi," he was met with a surprise. And a feeling of pride began to well up in his cold, merciless heart.
"How dare you… how dare YOU!" Yoda had never witnessed Obi-Wan act so indignantly. The records he had received from the council recruiters had never even came close to being slightly accurate. A violent child, who laid waste to his home city. Surely it was a lie concocted by the younger jedi to get a rise out of him. But now, over three decades since Kenobi's acceptance, his heritage began to rise to the surface—with a burst of hatred and rage, bringing forth the dark side. There were no witty quips from the knight. No banter. Just the sound of footsteps and a leap.
Kit Fisto, Plo Koon, and Windu charged in beside Kenobi, lightsabers ignited and ready to fight. After all. If they didn't stop this monster here, the entire galaxy could be in danger.
They weren't even close.
Kenobi, in his uncharacteristic rage, was more of a hindrance to the group as a whole, wildly swinging and lashing at Nappa accompanied by animalistic growls, which the saiyan encouraged.
"That's it! Perfect! Show me your power! Your saiyan rage!" Nappa chortled, scanning his son with his scouter. A power level of 2,000… not bad. Kit Fisto, Anakin, and Mace Windu provided suppressing attacks with frantic slashes and stabs—but even all three jedi at once couldn't hamper their overwhelming opponent, who merely ducked, dived, and even repelled the lightsaber strikes with a blade of ki formed around his hand, mockingly mimicking their saber forms with little grace. Plo Koon was using the time his comrades gave him to charge one, powerful blast of force judgement—backed by Yoda, funneling the power of the force directly into the jedi.
It could have ended here. The power of this Force Judgement could have coursed through Nappa and killed him, and the timeline could have been feasibly corrected. Cody and Rex would be mourned. The Whills would ease the time stream back into normality. And all could have been well. But that isn't what our story is about.
Nappa's scouter pinged as a power level of seven thousand was registered at Plo Koon and Yoda's location, sending the invader into a panic. Nappa dodged another savage saber swipe from Kenobi, gripping his son by the leg and tossing the enraged saiyan aside, using his remaining time to hop above a pincer attack stab from Mace Windu and Anakin Skywalker… and strike Kit Fisto in the jaw with a kick as his max power. Sending the disembodied legs of the aquatic jedi (as the entire upper body had since been turned into gore smeared upon Nappa's boot), directly into the path of Plo Koon's force lightning. Plo Koon barely had any time to react as the corpse of one of his closest friends soared toward him, crackling with the power of his strongest possible blast—and smashed into his chest, detonating with the full strength of his Force Judgement. Electricity arced through Plo Koon's body, the white-hot strands of lightning electrocuting Grand Master Yoda standing right next to him—and just like that, all three jedi were blown to pieces in a brilliant flash of energy. The remaining Jedi were left slack jawed. Ahsoka had lost her prior Masters. Anakin and Mace, friends. But to Nappa's offspring, it was just more fuel to the fire, as he soared back into view. This time though, Nappa was done playing games.
"Enough." With a simple backhand, General Kenobi was thrust deep into the ground, resulting in quite the large crater forming under his body. When Skywalker and Windu attempted to attack, Nappa responded with yet another backhand, launching both warriors back into the ground.
"I've had my fill, here. And wasted enough time…" Nappa grimaced. Vegeta wouldn't be pleased. The saiyan reached into his armor, retrieving a small remote, pressing his thumb against the center button. Ahsoka was left breathless, checking Mace Windu and Anakin for life signs as her opponent was busy. Both jedi had been knocked out cold, robes torn open by the sheer power of the attack, and the familiar sound of wheezing emanating from their throats, clearly in critical condition. Before Ahsoka could so much as think of a plan, the gentle hum of a space shuttle whirred overhead—but they certainly weren't any type she'd seen. Two vessels, about two feet or so taller than she was, spherical in shape with large crimson windows gently set upon the ground through the massive hole in the spaceport roof above them. Her foe bent down, grasping Master Kenobi by the collar of his battered robes, and gently opened one of the pod doors—finally allowing his goal to set in her mind. She had a theory before, when Nappa called Master Kenobi "my boy." Possibly a distant relative. But this just cemented it. He wasn't here to simply genocide the people of Stewjon for fun. He wasn't here to kill his relative. He was taking Obi-Wan to their home—or wherever they came from. The togruta ignited her emerald lightsaber, lunging toward her assailant with the usage of force speed. But much like her masters, it took only one blow to knock her flat on her back, sending her lightsaber off the end of the port beside her.
"Feh. I thought you'd learn from your friend's mistakes." Ahsoka looked up into the beady black eyes of the man who struck her down, then to Kenobi. Nappa followed her gaze with a smirk.
"Don't worry. He's my son. I'll treat him right. Bring him back to his saiyan roots." His eyes returned to Ahsoka, then looked down. Curiously, she followed his gaze—down toward Kenobi's lightsaber… which the tailed man crushed beneath his boot, grinding the weapon into dust.
"Go lick your wounds with your weakling friends." The gentle hiss of the pod bay door was followed up by the hollow "thunk" of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi landing inside the secondary space pod, his head lulling to the side. A mere three seconds after, the door was slammed shut, and the vessel gently hovered into the sky, the brute following suit. As his own door closed, he gazed back at Ahsoka Tano.
"If you follow, I'll make sure to crush you myself." Seconds later, Ahsoka was left staring out into the cold, dead expanse of Stewjon. However, someone watches over this event, gripping a crystal ball in her palm, far outside the sight of any force user, nestled in the space between timelines.
"Good… that's the first act complete. Send Fu to gather the energy created by this branching timeline. This could get interesting…"