Blood coursed across the barren landscape. Bodies baked in the daytime sun. The smoldering rubble of once mighty machine of wars--droids, ships, tanks, walkers--choked the air with a ghastly smoke. Lightsabers and blasters dotted the ground, many still grasped in the hands of their former masters. The rank smell of death was unbearable.
But the former Supreme Chancellor had only just begun.
"GENERAL CEEL!" The call echoed throughout the rocky terrain, bouncing off the distant cliffs that surrounded the battlefield.
"Your tyranny ends now!"
"Face me, and may the Force die with you!"
Armed with a blaster, a utility belt, and a few tricks up his sleeve, Supernova squinted his eyes and pointed his weapon into the distance, waiting for the General--and any other brutish Force user who may still be lingering in the shadows--to meet their destiny.
The revolution against the Force had begun. And now, finally, it would end.