"What the hell is Lord Vader doing out there?" Thats all commander Hadey could think of as he watched Vader calmly walk up to the enemy forces not even paying attention to the apparent rogue X-wing fighter taking a huge chunk of the cities defenses. Despite his disapproval he obeyed Vader's orders to hold the troops at a safe distance until the cities defenses were disabled. He decided not to think about out it after all the Emperor chose Vader as his right hand man after all. They has to be me something if the Emperor chose you to command this mighty Empire? Nevertheless not only did Hadey's question Vader's decision but the troopers around were skeptical of Vader's strategy. "Commander Hadey should we push forward?" At that moment Hadey didn't know, none of them have ever seen Vader in combat; he's only heard the stories and rumors. He had no idea how to aid Lord Vader at the moment since about half of the turrets were still functional and firing away near their position attempting to flush them out of their protected area.
Up on the deck Captain Darius stared in frustation starring at the battle from the view screen. The nerve of his troops to become cowards to go hiding only to have Lord Vader fight the rebel scums on his own. He hated this idea and feared what Vader thought of him. A lousy capitain of Star Destroyer who allows his troops to flee when a battle gets heated. That was something he wouldn't stand for, "Open a channel to Commander Hadey immediately!"
"This is Commander Hadey." "Commander do you enjoy being a humiliation in front of Lord Vader." "No sir, I'm just following his orders Captain." "When does a superior order you to cower during a battle!" "Sir, their modified turrets were overpowering our Walkers. Seeing us being decimated Lord Vader us back here until he disabled the turrets." The last part struck an idea in the Capitains head. "If the turrets are down then you'll began advancing the city?" "Yes sir...why do you ask?" "Just prepare your troops to attack let me worry about those turrets."
With that Darius cut the commns and looked to his officers. "Get us down lower to the planet's atmosphere begin targeting the cities turrets with our main batteries." "But sir Lord Vader's orders were clear we were to reamin in orbit to intercept any vessels attempting to flee the planet." "That's exactly what we will do Lieutenant, down at the lower orbit we'll still be able to destroy any vessels attempting to flee the city while supporting a troops on the ground." Darius couldn't help but say that without having a huge grin on his face thinkning his plan was absolutely brilliant. Unfortunately, none his officers agree with his decision and began looking at each other wonder what to do. "Have you become death carry out my orders now or I'll find officers who will!" With his uproar the officers scattered frankly to carry out their Captain's orders. With a sigh of relief Darius looked back to the battle on the screen knowing he'll prove Vader he's a Captain worthy of commanding a Star Destroyer of the Empire.
Parcel could only stare at this menacing foe in front of him. He could sense his power and knew his master was right, he can't beat him on his own. He had to stall as long as possible until his Master arrived. He began faint cries of horror behind him, he turned to see his platoon terrified with complete shock and horror and the eyes as they were barely able to hold their blasters. "Faron take the rest of the platoon back to the wall to hold the defenses. I'll deal with him." Without even resopnding Faron and the rest of Parcel's forces began heading back to the none of them dared to look back at this dreadful foe standing at the flaming gate.
"Quite the heroics but, futile nonetheless like you, they will die." Vader knew the Jedi was hesistant, he could sense how powerful he was with the dark side. Vader knew he had him beaten now, he can't fight and he can't run. "I wouldn't be so confident if I were you. Ignorance is the downfall of tyrants." Vader could smile and chuckle himself to the jedi's fruitless attempts to hide away his fear. "You're not fooling anyone hear Jedi," Vader's voice became bitter now as his anger began to take hold. "I can sense your fear...you know you can't stand against me." He saw as the Jedi relaxed his stance, Vader began doubting whether or not this would be fight worthy of his time. "The real question is whether you're the apprentice or the Master." The Jedi began lowering his guard shocked at the knowledge he possessed and he reveled as his the Jedi's fear grew. "How could you possibly know that!?" Vader decided to humor this little charade a little while longer. "The Dark Side is the pathway to many abilities that you Jedi were to naive to comprehend. Which is why you hide behind your facade of being the peacekeepers of the galaxy." "I'll show you how naive you were!" He heard a voice above with the of a lightsaber being drawn. Vader easily blocked the blow and attempted to throw the attacker back only to have the Jedi jump above to regroup with the other one. Vader felt a little dissapointed he was hoping the Jedi Master would prove a challenge. "So...the master arrives to save his apprentice." Both of the Jedi turned into their fighting stance, "You should know it was all in vain for now you'll die here with your apprentice."
Parcel was aggravated, he hoped his little ploy would distract the Sith from his master approached from above. Yet this Sith seems aware despite his arrogant tone. Regardless, he knew with his master at his side they'll be able to beat him. He may be strong but there's no way this Sith vould face off against 2 Jedi's at once. Niether didn't even need to communicate their tactics. He would go for the upper right while his master attacked from the left. The silence broke when the Sith said "Well...let's begin." He began approaching them at a calm walking pace. Immediately both charged at him knowing they want to keep him off balance, not the other way around. They attacked on both sides expecting to dodge or focus on 1 of them instead he parried his master sword while graceful ducking under Parcel's blade thus seperating the Jedi from each other. Parcel could only mock the Sith why would he put in such a vulnerable position, giving either him or his master prime position to attck his back and cripple him. As the 3 began throwing blows Parcel couldn't believe it, this Sith looks slow a clumsy with his stance and yet he was able to block or dodge every attack. Frustrated Parcel became more persistent with his blows knowing they needed to end the fight now. It was already too late.
The Sith Lord quickly grabbed Parcel by the throat and made a 180 to continue to block his master's blows. Parcel never felt this much pain before as he quickly began to suffocate. What was worse was how cold the hand was, it was almost like it was made of metal. Parcel soon realized this was a metal hand gripping him but he couldn't do anything his hand holding the lightsaber was held in place and he couldn't move it. The Sith was using the Force to keep in place. As the world started to turn black he could see the frustation in his master's eyes attempting to free home only to blocked by this monster. He was doing in this intentionally, he was mocking the two of them for their inability to stop him. The last thing he saw was his master move his hands in a forward motion and felt himself being flung away from them and crashed by the gate. His back was in excurciating pain as he desperately gasped for air what was worse was what happened to the Sith. Unlike him he wasn't flung helplessy in the air, in fact you wouldn't have realized he was force pushed if wasn't for the dirt trail from his boots sliding across the ground. Parcel soon realized they were in doomed as he was still trying to recover while his master kept fighting.
Parcel was struggling to get up he had to use the force to help him up. Both his neck and back were in agnozing pain while the rest of the body was still trying to recieve oxygen. All he could was look as his master was doing everything to survive the onslaught of the Sith's relentless attacks. Parcel could see the Sith's tactics change, before he was more defensive now he was constantly aggressive and was overpowering his master. The thought of losing his master to this abomination sparked his rage. With all the power he could muster he used the force to pull several chunks of debis in the air that were only held by his rage at the monster about to kill his mentor. The Sith had felt his anger as he hestitated and began to turn towards Parcel. As he began to turn Parcel yelled a horrific cry full of anger and pain as the debris flung itself towards the Sith. Before the Sith could respond to his attack Parcel saw his master saw an oppurtunity. He swung his sword towards his the Sith's thigh only to be blocked by the his crimson blade. Now the Sith was at the defense trying to ward off the debris coming at him and his master's desperate attacks.
Parcel refused to step down, despite how much pain he was as he kept his hands facing the direction of the Sith as he summoned more and more debris at his enemy. Despite his rage refusing to wain his body wouldn't be able to take it much longer. With th pain on his back he knew he wouldn't be able to stand much longer. Despite his efforts and the Sith was still standing. His moves were more frantic now as he constantly had to block all the objects and his master's blade. Eventually he slipped and a small boulder slammed into his foe. The boulder broke on impact and the Sith gave out a roar of agony by the hit and knelt down by the impact. Parcel refused to stop now, he knew this had to be the final blown. Both his master and him weren't in much shape to respond Parcel could feel most of his body go numb as he was oblivious to the masive explosions occurring around him. He didn't even feel the heat as flames began sprouting everywhere around him and the screams of people being killed. His master was doing any better he was utterly exhausted from dodging the Sith's blows. Parcel also knew his master got a hit by some smaller debris so he was possibly in worse shape than he was. Regardless of how the two were they both knew what to do as Parcel's barrage of rocks began to plunge at the Sith while his master prepared for a downward strike at the crippled down foe.
Once again both Jedi's were too slow. "ENOUGH!" was the Sith's response as he held out his hand. The blow paralyzed Parcel's master in the air as he began to choke. Parcel realized what was happening, the Sith had revealed his force capabiltes. He couldn't see the push but saw the ripple it made on the ground as it came to him like a wave. As the rocks he was throwing shattered when they came into contact with this wave. It quickly made it's way to Parcel and threw him on the ground. Parcel couldn't screamed in agony as he face planted on the ground. His face bloody he scrambled to get up only to see his master up in the air choking to death as Sith began to approach. Parcel was able to muster the strength to stand up only to hear the snap as his the Sith snapped his master's neck and his body went limp. Parcel couldn't believe it but, his shock was overshadowed by his rage as he starred at the Sith with all of his hatred. He gripped his lightsaber as tight as he could and prepared to charge at him. When all of a sudden a massive explosion erupted between him and the Sith as both of them went flying.
