AN- Gasp! I have updated! This isn't the whole chapter… unfortunately, I have too much homework to actually finish it. But I found a good stopping point, and I wanted to upload it. Without further adieu, the story!

Far from the heart of the galaxy, a warrior prepared for battle. His adversary had arrived too obviously for all its attempts at secrecy, and when it moved to engage him, he was ready. As he dealt with one of his underlings, he heard it moving in the rafters above him. When it dropped to the ground, he did not move, instead, waited for it to announce itself, as it undoubtedly would. And he was not kept waiting, as it's hateful voice called out, some four meters behind him.

"Hello there!" At the sound of his enemy's voice, his guards whirled to face the new threat, igniting their electrostaffs, the hum of the charge pulsing through the air as they fell into defensive stances on either side of him, glaring with unblinking red eyes at the one foolish enough to attempt to threaten their master. He turned to face this foolish entity slowly, eyes alight with the promise of a battle.

"General Kenobi!" He laughed, as his machine fighters closed in to encircle his foe. "You are a bold one…" And unintelligent. He longed for a fight, but such a nuisance was beneath him. He stepped back, his guards advancing, one flourishing its staff in a dazzle of electricity as all four of them stalked towards their target. He clasped his hands behind his back, standing wide-legged, his eyes fixed on the soon to be deceased foe. "Kill him!"

As his guards advanced, their opponent stepped back, igniting its energy blade and twirling it into a ready stance. The warrior glared contemptuously at his foe. That one needs to learn that if he keeps his hand that far out in front of his blade, it will be removed. It's a lesson that he would remember for the rest of his life, regardless of the duration of his pitiful, doomed existence. He watched as the fighter raised his eyes to above it's opponents, and brought its hand up, and a loud groan from metal under enormous stress was heard. A gigantic block of durasteel separated from its supports near the roof, compelled by some invisible means, and began to drop. His guards had only enough time to register the event with a frantic flurry of code, before three of them where completely crushed, ending their existences instantly. The remaining guard, one of its legs crushed beneath the staggering force of the weight, scrambled desperately for its staff lying next to it. Its electronic screeches falling suddenly silent as its head was removed from its shoulders by a blade of energy, its body falling broken to the floor.

As the warrior's opponent moved forward to engage him, his soldiers closed in to attack. No… This is something I cannot pass up. After dealing so well against my guards, it would be a shame to let this one fall by any other means, he thought, as he turned his head to the machines, now standing ready to fire.

"Back away. I will deal with this Jedi slime myself!" He snarled, standing up to his imposing full height, towering over his advancing foe.

"Your move," It said. He would have rolled his eyes if the situation had permitted it. Idiot.
"You fool!" He growled, as undid the clasp on his cape, flicking it open with a move showing as much contempt for his opponent as was heard in his voice. "I have been trained in your Jedi arts by Count Dooku!" He grasped four of his sabers, his trophies, firmly in his hands as he shrugged the cape off his shoulders, letting it flow like molten durasteel down his back. He held them out at his sides, giving a wordless command which transformed his six-fingered hands into four, each spinning in a full rotation as they came alive. He coughed, his damaged, lungs straining at the utmost to keep him alive. The Jedi will pay for what they've done to me! Each hand ignited the sabers held in their strong grip, each one hissing as it came forth, eager for blood. Yearning for battle.

The warrior whirled his blades into a ready stance, deadly arcs of light humming as they came to rest, all four pointed at his opponent. "Attack, Kenobi!"