A preview of STAR WARS : KNIGHTFALL REQUEIM
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And He Shall Come Forth

Shiza Ashgrin squinted through the smoke that boiled from the shattered gape of what had used to be the Great Door. Squad after squad of warriors slipped close around the twisted durasteel wreckage that pinged and groaned as it cooled. They spread out within the smoke and shadow filled Atrium, weapons at the ready, eyes straining for a glimpse of target.

A squad of warriors have gone downl toward the Cavern, to connoiter.

That had been five minutes ago.

None had returned.

Shiza Ashgrin hung back at the doorway. He had not survived so much of this bloody war by underestimating Jedi.

Red-gold slimelight pulsed through the smoke from the Cavern archway. A figure solidified in that archway: a silhoutte approaching lazily through the smoke, haloed by the sunlight.

A human silhoutte. Bonelessly powerful like a sand panther out for a stroll.

Relaxed but alert.

Poised.

Predatory.

A superstitious chill ran down Shiza Ashgrin's spine as he calls out to nervously, "Identify yourself! What are you doing there?"

The answer came in a deep, mockingly cheerful growl."Isn't it obvious? I'm standing in your way."

Nayfus Nalsor. Shiza Ashgrin began to relax; this was Nayfus Nalsor, the weakling who could not even mount the causeway. Nayfus Nalsor, who got no respect from the other Jedi.
Nayfus the poser, the playactor. The joke. Shiza Ashgrin snorted. He should just order the fool cut down. But Nayfus didnt sound weak now. Or foolish. And what happened to the missing recon squad? And did Shiza Ashgrin wanted to be responsible for causing a brawl in the Cavern Of The Dead?

He bit his lip so hard, he could taste blood. "Stand aside! There are thousands of warriors out here! You cannot hope to stop us"

"I don't have to stop you. All I have to do is slow you down."

A sharp buzzing crackle made Shiza Ashgrin jump. From the shadow's hand sprang a meter-long bar of vividly sizzling irridescent ruby.

"You want me to move?" The shadow beckoned with the blade of light. "Come on and move me."

The smoke thinned and cleared, and the human within the archway didnt look at all like the Nayfus Shiza Ashgrin remembered. This Nayfus wore only faded brown leggings and battered leather boots. This Nayfus stood tall, broad-shouldered and the light form his ruby blade gleamed on the sculpted muscle of his bare chest.The blade in his hand is as steady as the roots of a mountain, but this was not what made Shiza Ashgrin hesitate.

It was the light in Nayfus' eyes.

He looked happy.

"There are thousands of warriors out here," Shiza Ashgrin repeated, waving a futile fist. "You are only one man!"

"Wrong. I am only one Jedi."

"You're insane!"

The man's answering laughter was deep and long and bright, full of joy and freedom. "No, I am Nayfus."

He spun his blade in a dazzlingly complex flourish that illuminated the arch around him, making it shine like a rainbow frame for the pure, animal grace of his body.

"This threshold," he announced through a happy grin. " is mine. I claim it for my own. bring on your thousands, one at a time or all in a rush. I don't give a damn."

His flourish ended with his blade held slanted before his chest, and his teeth flashed in the gloom.

"None shall pass."