Public Shadow Over [ONDERON] - Free for All

[Aziraphale]

The skies above Onderon split with the beat of colossal wings. A Drexl with a wingspan like the sails of a warship, scales glinting obsidian in the sun, soared over the jungles. Its shriek rattled the canopy, a sound that had once been a call of pride for the Beast Riders who claimed these monsters as their heritage.

But this day, its cry was answered.

From the treeline below, Aziraphale stepped into the clearing, his eyes scanning the skies with anticipation. The air seemed to recoil from him, shadows stretching too long across the ground. He had not come to tame. He had not come to respect. He had come to conquer.

The Drexl soared overhead, its talons like scythes, swooping low with murderous intent. Aziraphale raised a hand, and the Force snapped the beast mid-dive, twisting the angle of its wings. It slammed into the earth with a quake, trees toppling in its wake. The ground trembled, the jungle roared, and still the Drexl dragged itself upright, fangs dripping.

"Majestic," Aziraphale sneered, drawing his weapon. "But majesty means nothing when it kneels."