”MARCH, MAGGOTS! MARCH!”, like the promised thunder she called when reaching those shores, the sound of Goldar’s voice boomed through the field like the roaring of tempestuous skies. There was no cloud in the skies that night, on that field of giants, that coliseum of warriors, that poll of madness. That swelling scene could almost make her scream her lungs out, for the poetry inside her heart, of those long dead brilliant minds of the glorious past of her species, were now coming to life right before very eyes, and although she had every right to do it so, her lips remained sealed, just like those of a tomb. When in fact, all she wanted was to sing and to dance, and recite for every living thing to hear the best of poetry.
“O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, and monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Aegon, like himself, assume the port of Aer, and at his heels, leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire!”, but it was not so. Her lips chose silence, but her hands acted fast, grabbing her scythe and walking peacefully for the shorts of that cursed paradisaical place.
She leaned over to her right, where her Moon Guard awaited, alongside a pack of LK War-X of her own, this was not the battle to show her forces just yet. Her full hand was best kept for another occasion, leading those assigned to her was best and she had heard that no other fellow warlords had joined her on the field. Slothful cowards and craven fools. Unworthy of sharing that field with her.
“I want this beach taken before the first light appears in the east, Lord-Commander. We shall line up every Sith’s head on spikes all across the sand, to teach those creatures the value of running away before the very sight of our banners.” Diabolico slammed his chest with a closed fist before bowing to her command, her pet reptiles were as loyal as they were deadly.
“I live to serrrve, Yourrr Grrrace.”, he turned to growl towards the others. Boss his troops to proceed on taking the field as they they disembarked from vehicles, raising their rifles and lining up in rows and small groups to march to their designated areas. Diabolico came back, almost flinching before following the troops to the field. “Should I escorrrt yourrr highness?”
“No.”, she took a moment before answering his question, that seemed to make her hold eternity within her breath. There was something in the Force, ringing and lurking, calling out her name in whispers, almost as the hands of fate. Still, she found enough savagery to answer her underling with ferocity worthy of his kind. “Lead the troops on pushing the Sith back. Deploy our shields and prepare our canons, move your troops and take out the enemy! For every drop of blood spilled from our side, take out a mile of sand and a dozen heads from them!”
“Yes, my prrrincess.”, he raised his pike in the sky before jumping out of the ship, slamming the ground with the impact of his weight, and started running towards a large party of soldiers. Growling for them to follow him as he rushed to her bidding, joyful with the perspective of carnage and destruction. She noticed the crossguard lightsaber on his waist alongside his Sunfury pistol, and began to wonder he hadn’t painted her colors on that Juggernaut armor would make him be confused as a Sith monsters by others. As for Lunafreya, she turned for the rest of her guard and spoke with the same will.
“Zozoped and Morticon, with him now!”, the Saurton growled before jumping with both his vibroaxes safely held in his hands, rushing after Diabolico, and Zozoped almost hissed gently towards her before doing the same. He turned his slugthrower away before jumping after his fellow peers, as Lunafreya turned to the others. “Goldar, secure our rear and remember… no flying over the field. Were this a cloudy evening the skies would tremble before the very sight of you, protect our troops and kill anything that poses a threat.”, the huge stenax with both swords in his back nodded harshly with his head before leaving to do her bidding, as she turned for the other two that remained. “Elgar…”, saying that name almost made her depressed. The trandoshan was deadly as a sniper, but he was a idiot. “Take your Devastator and watch my back from afar, and please… try not hitting me… as for you Palescales.”, the albino tiss’shar had no armor on him, he had no need for that, his scales were enough and he was fast enough. He raised his pulse cannon, with his electrohammer strapped in his back alongside his grenades. “Bring four LK-War with you and follow me.” She turned away before the creature growled agreeing with his mistress. All she did was strapping the helmet back to her head, closing her eyes for a moment, channeling her focus to ‘activating’ everything she was using, it was time for the spirit of war to take hold of her.
“Come, high or low spirits. Show yourself and what you do.”, her lips muttered to herself as she took her scythe with both hands and jumped out of the ship. Her feet slamming against the soft sand, finding her balance before moving, Lunafreya began to trot her feet in the direction from which the enemy soldiers were shooting. The runes carved deep within that sturdy and light metal which her armor was made, already began to show effect, as she could feel that if she wanted to, her whole body could move like a pellet shot from a slugthrower. She could all the way to the top of that hill in no time, but if she did that, Palescales would lose her track and the lizard needed something to do. In her hands, strengthened by the power of her gloves, her scythe felt like a piece of plastic, too light and too easy to handle. Songsteel, that dreadful alloy was her personal choice for any kind of situation. “Now show me if you are still mine, Auksifas, my love.”, her fingers started to caress her scythe with pleasure and delight. Rubbing the golden metal as she walked towards the beach, the ground beyond her covered by colored storm exchanged by both forces on the battlefield. Humming sweetly, her lips sang. “Sleeping flame I summonly to thy form, return. Make the night as bright as day and Burn, baby, burn…”, for each word the blade on her scythe began to glow, as if awakening, with her arm, all Lunafreya did was raising her in the air, straight as an arrow, with its longest point and blunt, pointed at the enemy lines. From there, it came out as a deadly shot, that fireball, deadly and beautiful, glowing with golden and orange flames. It tore through the skies like a bullet, lighting up its darkness and filling the vision before your eyes with fire and that of your ears with screams. The ball set fire to one of the places that enemy soldiers used to hide and attack soldiers on the beach, seeing them running and screaming almost made her laugh. Instead, Lunafreya rolled his scythe in his fingers and just smiled.
"It's time.", With one foot she jumped forward and began her fierce and fast walk in front of the troops. With shot after shot of blasters hitting her body as she 'walked' there, without even wavering or faltering each time she was hit. Beneath the helmet, his lips curved in a nefarious smile, as each shot was energy and its energy was food for the Song of Feathers metal. The arm holding the scythe swirled in the air, cutting with its blade against the shot from one of the rival rifles, the steel would generally break, but Auksifas absorbed its energy and returned the shot where it came from, right in the middle of the man's neck. With her right foot, she sank her foot across the slippery terrain trying to move and filled the air around her with sand. ‘Dangerous…’, she thought immediately, trying to make use of the special sole made for walking on terrain like that. The small device inside her pointy long ear began to speak to her inside her helmet.
“Yourrr Grrrace, be carrreful with the terrrain. Too slipperrry.”, hearing that made her began desiring to have Diabolico in front of her, she was pretty sure she could choke the scaly creature with her own hands and she probably would have enjoyed that, a lot.
“Press forward, Diabolico. Make those lazy sacks of meat move their plastic asses and take this beach!”, her voice went on louder than usual when she spoke, perhaps due to the excitement, she cared not. Fingers covered by the gauntlets gripped the grenade at his waist. That delicious round incendiary thing, and with the strength of her right arm she hurled that round thing against a soldier meters and meters away from her. An annoying sound sang when she performed the act, probably due to the increased power of strength from her gloves, as the struck soldier realized when her visor was crushed and her entire skull, like the one around her, exploded in a rain of fire.
Daring and arrogant, Lunafreya Solidor raised her scythe way above her head, taking advantage of that brief moment of terrifying silence that took over the battlefield. Howling like an Arkanian dragon, with the Force's raw power in his vocal cords.
"Pathetic display! I bear a charmed life; one which must not yield for vermin like these!”
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Marlon Sularen
as nowhere to be found. It didn't matter to him however, as he had opportunity nonetheless to crush the rebellion. 
