(Episode III - Part II: Overlord Duel) Temperance

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The chamber was almost serene. Orange light poured in from the circular window behind the platform. The air was thick with haze and the humming, static cracking of electrical current. They watched on from one of the ramparts, watched as a robed figure approached an army of monsters.

What must have been one of the princes was tall, all tattoos and gilded robes with heavy bracelets encrusting his wrists. He brandished an old electroblade, slim and deadly. Behind him stood a host of armored brutes, ladden orange eyes lying in wait. On each side howered twisted machines, all spiked armor and violent thrusters spewing out pink hot plasma. 

The man had clearly made peace with his death, solemnly ascending the stairwell leading to their jaws. There was not an sliver of hesitation in his step, but he was without any boast of confidence. 

The tall prince lifted his blade in a wide arc, almost leisurely. At least it would be over quickly. The man approached within striking distance. The haze and the crackling filled the air, suffocating the watchful death troopers even in their armor. 

The curved blade swung down and...stopped. The prince was cut down in but an instant, seared away by a flash of emerald light. At the moment, it seemed the brightest thing in the room. The monstrous Basilisk constructs bare down on him in a hail of blaster fire. This man, no, there was no doubt as to who he was - the Jedi dashed away, dancing the shots away with his lightsaber. His movements were gracile, solemn. 

Ra'un, the fortress world of the Scaoth Horde, had fallen.