(A/N: Don't take this chapter too seriously. It's just something i had to dođ)
=== Raxor ===
Raxor forced himself upright, the echo of the vision still crawling through his mind like afterimages burned into the soul. His massive frame turned toward Padmé, and this time there was no hesitation in him at all. He moved, every instinct screaming at him to protect this frail woman before him. To him she was no longer merely a senator or a political liability, she was something sacred, the vessel of a destiny older and greater than this war, the living convergence of what the Emperor had once been and what he had cast away.
To Padmé's retinue, it looked like he was readying an execution. Guards tightened their grips on blasters that would do nothing. Ahsoka shifted defensively, already feeling how wrong the air had become. Padmé herself took an instinctive step back, one hand bracing her swollen belly as fear and confusion twisted together on her face.
And then Jar Jar Binks of all people, stepped forward.
There was no warning, no gradual swell of power. The Force detonated outward from him in a brutal, concussive wave, an invisible hammer that smashed into the Imperium kill team all at once. Raxor was lifted clear off his feet, his immense mass hurled backward as though he weighed nothing at all. Nira was caught off guard completely, and thrown through a wall, smashing her head against a marble table, leaving her unconscious.
Astartes and Mandalorians alike were flung down the corridor, bodies slamming into walls, ceilings, and each other, armor shrieking as it scraped durasteel. Consoles burst. Plasteel shattered. The hall became chaos in the span of a heartbeat, and at its center stood Jar Jar, arms outstretched, utterly still.
The foolish slouch fell away from him like a discarded skin. His spine straightened, his posture sharpening into something predatory and assured. His eyes ignited, molten gold bleeding outward until there was nothing left of the bumbling creature they had all known. His mouth stretched wider than it ever should have, revealing rows of thick, jagged fangs built for tearing rather than speech, his face reshaping subtly into something ancient and feral without ever ceasing to be recognizably his as his mask bled away. The air around him seemed to darken, as though the light itself recoiled.
When he spoke, the voice that emerged was not the high, clumsy babble of a court fool. It was deep, carrying an echo that made the walls tremble faintly with each word, a sound that felt less heard and more felt, scraping against the mind. There was amusement in it, but it was cold, cruel, and infinitely patient, the tone of something that had waited a very long time to stop pretending.
"Hmm." He hummed. "I have waited a long time to put you in your place Astartes. I guess now is as good a time as any."
Raxor tried to rise, boots scraping for purchase against the wrecked floor, but the Force closed around him like an iron fist. His body was ripped upward, limbs locked in place, armor creaking as invisible pressure crushed in from every side. With a casual flick of his hand, Jar Jar sent him flying. Raxor smashed through the wall in an explosion of stone and metal, his body punching out into the open space of the Senate chamber before slamming hard into the many disk-like platforms. He tumbled down them, destroying each one he landed on before finally coming to a halt amid falling debris, the impact ringing like a thunderclap through the cavernous room.
Jar Jar didn't even look to see if he still lived.
He turned back toward Padmé, his expression softening just a fraction.
"Run," he said simply.
For a moment, Padmé hesitated, terror warring with disbelief, before survival took over. She turned, guards scrambling around her, the droids chirping frantically as they ushered her away down the corridor, boots pounding against the floor as fast as they dared move her. Ahsoka cast one last look back, eyes wide with horror, before vanishing after them.
Jar Jar's gaze followed them only until they were gone. Then he turned back toward the Imperium kill team, the last traces of humor draining from his face. The corridor seemed to contract around him, the Force coiling tighter, heavier, as if the building itself had become his weapon. His fanged grin returned, and this time there was no pretense left at all.
"Now," he growled softly, power rippling outward as he advanced, a lightsaber hilt flicking to his hand from his robe."to deal with the rest of you."
The instant the crimson blade hissed to life, the corridor seemed to recoil from him, light and shadow warping as if the Force itself bent around his presence. He surged forward, the clumsy shuffle of a fool replaced by a smooth, ruthless glide that devoured the distance between him and the kill team in heartbeats. One of the Astartes roared and stepped into his path, power sword igniting with a snarling crackle of energy as ceramite boots dug into the deck to brace for impact. Their blades met in a shriek of tortured metal and plasma, sparks spraying like molten rain as the Marine leaned into the clash with brute strength that had shattered tanks and monsters alike.
Jar Jar let the pressure slide, turning his wrists just enough that the power sword skated off his saber at an angle, deliberately opening his own guard. The Marine took the bait, overcommitting as he drove forward to finish the strike. Jar Jar flowed inside the swing, impossibly close, his blade flashing up in a tight arc. The crimson edge carved through the exposed midsection, shearing through the black suit and flesh alike. The Space Marine bellowed, a sound of rage and pain silenced by his helm, though still audible, staggering back even as his transhuman physiology fought to keep him upright.
He tried to recover, power sword coming around in a desperate, sweeping counter, but Jar Jar was already gone, ducking beneath the blow and stepping into the Marine's chest. The saber punched through ceramite, through the black carapace beneath, and out the other side in a burst of superheated vapor. Jar Jar leaned in close, eyes burning molten gold, and twisted. The Marine collapsed like a felled statue, armor crashing to the floor in dead weight.
Bolters thundered as the rest of the kill team finally found their footing, explosive rounds screaming down the corridor in a storm that would have pulped lesser beings. Jar Jar did not even flinch. He lifted one clawed hand, fingers splayed, and the rounds froze in midair as if caught in amber, their detonators whining uselessly. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent them back as well as another Force pulse. The corridor erupted in a chain of detonations as the bolts tore into the firing line, blasting Mandalorians apart and hurling Astartes off their feet in fire and shrapnel. Armor scorched and cracked, bodies slammed into walls hard enough to crater durasteel, and the air filled with smoke and the acrid stink of propellant.
Jar Jar was already moving again, a blur of crimson light and coiled muscle. He wove through the chaos, blade flashing in tight arcs that took heads, arms, and weapons with equal contempt. Mandalorians fell first, their reflexes and gadgets meaningless against the sheer weight of the Force driving his strikes. He split one in half at the waist, kicked another bodily into a wall hard enough to shatter bone through armor, then spun low to hamstring a third before finishing him with a thrust through the visor. Each kill was clean, precise, and utterly merciless.
The Astartes were harder prey. Their resilience slowed him, their mass and training forcing him to commit more of himself to every exchange. One lunged with a chainblade, roaring defiance as the teeth screamed toward Jar Jar's neck. Jar Jar caught the weapon barehanded, the spinning teeth shrieking against an invisible barrier of Force. He yanked the Marine forward and drove his saber up under the gorget, burning through spine and brain in a heartbeat. Another Marine charged, shoulder lowered, trying to bowl him over with sheer momentum. Jar Jar met him head-on, reinforcing his own frame with the Force until the impact sounded like colliding tanks. The Marine bounced back a step in shock, and that moment was all Jar Jar needed. He hammered a Force-augmented strike into the Marine's chest, crushing ceramite inward, then finished him with a decapitating sweep that sent the helm clattering across the floor.
Bolter fire flared again, closer now, desperate. Jar Jar waded into it, deflecting rounds with contemptuous flicks of his blade, redirecting explosions so they tore through clustered enemies. He moved with terrifying intent, each step heavy with power, each swing backed by the full, hateful focus of a Sith who had waited decades to shed his mask. An Astartes tried to grapple him, massive gauntlets closing around his torso. Jar Jar snarled, drove his forehead into the Marine's helm with enough Force-enhanced impact to crack it, then tore free and impaled him through the throat.
Within moments, the corridor was a ruin. Smoking bodies lay strewn across the deck, scorched armor and shattered weapons scattered like debris after a storm. The last surviving Astartes pushed himself to a knee, armor cracked and blackened, trying to bring his bolter up one final time. Jar Jar advanced on him slowly, probing him for any fear though the Force that he might savor⊠but he didn't taste any fear. Only hatred.
He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and the Marine was lifted screaming into the air, crushed inward as if an invisible giant were squeezing him. Jar Jar ended it with a sharp twist, dropping the broken corpse to the floor.
Silence fell, broken only by the crackle of small fires and the distant alarms of the Senate building. Jar Jar stood amid the carnage, crimson blade humming softly, eyes still burning with that molten, predatory light. Somewhere beyond the shattered wall, Raxor lay thrown into the vast chamber below, and Padmé was running for her life. Jar Jar turned toward the breach, a low, pleased rumble escaping his throat as he stepped forward, ready to finish what he had begun.
Raxor dragged himself upright at the base of the Senate chamber, ceramite boots scraping across ground as alarms wailed somewhere high above, their shrill cries swallowed by the vastness of the hollowed arena. Dust drifted down like ash settling over shattered repulsor pods and broken banners.
He looked up just in time to see the Sith hurl himself from the ledge above, robes snapping around him as he fell with his blade raised high, intent written plainly in the molten glare of his eyes.
At the last possible instant he twisted aside, ceramite grinding against metal as the blade carved a molten scar through the floor where his head had been a heartbeat earlier. His massive gauntlet shot out, fingers closing around Jar Jar's midsection mid-air before slamming him down into the floor. The entire chamber shuddered as if struck by orbital fire, cracks spider-webbing outward beneath them, and before either could recover the ground gave way entirely. Durasteel, and ancient mechanisms collapsed in a roaring cascade, swallowing them both as they plunged into the darkness below.
They fell hard into the Chancellor's hidden sanctum, a private chamber of shadowed alcoves and shattered holotables, the impact driving the air from Raxor's lungs and leaving the floor cratered beneath them. Jar Jar moved first, impossibly fast, his crimson blade flashing up and then down as he drove it through the Salamander's left thigh, punching through ceramite, flesh, and bone in a burst of sparks and scorched blood. Raxor barely grunted. Pain registered distantly as he backhanded the Sith with enough force to rupture the air itself, sending Jar Jar spinning across the room and crashing through a console in a shower of light and shattered glass.
Growling, Raxor reached down and seized the lightsaber still buried in his leg. With a savage wrench he tore it free, molten edges hissing as they met exposed ceramite, and then crushed the weapon between his massive fingers. The kyber core screamed as it shattered, the blade collapsing into a violent implosion of light before dying completely, fragments clattering uselessly across the floor.
He discarded the ruined hilt without a second glance and ignited his jump pack in the same motion, launching himself across the chamber in a thunderous burst. He caught Jar Jar by the chest before the Sith could fully recover, ceramite fingers digging in, and hurled him into the far wall. The impact left a Jar-Jar-shaped crater in durasteel and stone alike.
Jar Jar rebounded, hissing in fury, and that was when Raxor met him with a full-force haymaker. The punch landed like a meteor strike, ceramite fist smashing into reinforced flesh and shattering the invisible lattice of Force energy wrapped around the Sith's body. There was a sharp, resonant crack as that protection failed, and Jar Jar flew backward, skidding across the floor in a spray of debris.
Snarling, the Sith thrust out both hands, unleashing a massive Force blast meant to pulp tanks and scatter armies. Raxor took it head-on. His boots slammed down, magnetizing instantly to the deck, servos whining as he leaned into the storm, armor locking and stabilizers flaring as the blast washed over him in a howling torrent of pressure and screaming air.
When it faded, Raxor was still standing.
He surged forward through the lingering distortion, crossing the distance in a handful of pounding strides, and drove a brutal punch straight into Jar Jar's ribs. The blow lifted the Sith clean off his feet, folding him around the impact before sending him hurtling across the chamber to smash into the far wall once more.
Stone collapsed inward around him, the structure groaning in protest, and for a heartbeat the room fell eerily silent save for the crackle of damaged systems and the heavy, measured growl of Raxor's armor as he advanced again.
Jar Jar's scream of fury became a howl as raw power tore free of him, lightning spilling from his hands in a blinding storm that filled the hidden chamber with crackling purple-white veins of destruction. The bolts hammered into Raxor, crawling over ceramite and scale, turning the air into fire. Warning runes flared across the Salamander's helm as systems screamed, but he did not retreat. Instead, he raised his metal left arm to meet the storm head-on, channeling the worst of it into Beskantium and away from the vulnerable systems beneath his armor. The lightning chewed at him, arced across his pauldrons, danced along the drake-etched plates of his chest, yet Raxor only growled, a low, furious sound, his massive frame refusing to yield as he endured the fury of a Sith Lord through sheer will and brutal resilience.
Through the blinding pain, his right hand moved, fingers closing around the heavy bolt pistol mag-locked to his right thigh. He brought it up one-handed, aiming through the storm, and fired. The witch-bolt screamed from the barrel, its runes flaring as it tore through the air toward Jar Jar, but the Sith reacted instinctively, power flaring again, and the round detonated short of its mark in a violent bloom of blue mist and shattering force. The explosion rattled the chamber, consoles bursting, lights flickering, but more importantly the cloud rolled over Jar Jar like fog, seeping into his lungs, clinging to his skin. His lightning faltered mid-strike, the torrent breaking into erratic arcs before guttering out entirely. He staggered, the Force slipping from his grasp like water through open fingers, and dropped to one knee, hands clawing at the floor as he gasped, his molten eyes dimming with shock and dawning horror.
Raxor stepped through the fading sparks, towering over the fallen Sith like an executioner. He reached down without hesitation, massive gauntlet closing around Jar Jar's long ears, his grip iron and merciless. With a sharp, brutal motion, he hauled the Gungan upward just high enough to drive his knee forward. The impact was catastrophic. Bone cracked, cartilage tore, and the sound echoed wetly through the chamber as the ears were ripped free, blood spraying across the broken floor. Jar Jar collapsed in a screaming, choking heap, his voice dissolving into raw, animal agony as he scrabbled helplessly, the Force still locked away from him, his power gone in an instant.
Raxor did not give him time to plead. He stepped forward, shadow falling over the broken Sith, and brought his boot down with crushing force. The impact silenced everything. When he lifted his foot, there was nothing left of Darth Jar Jar but ruin, the threat ended utterly and without mercy. The Salamander stood there for a moment amid the wreckage and drifting blue haze, chest rising and falling, then turned away, intent on returning to see if he could still catch up to Senator Amidala.
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