RIPSaidCone
tolmie
The death troopers spoke with their unrecognisable, vo-coded voices. Themselves and the rest of the surrounding stormtroopers marching back from the fight that was about to break out in-order to give their Lord room. This hadn't been the first time that a confident individual had challenged Vader, far from it in-fact and the troopers knew to step out of his way when he went to defeat them. The Sith Lord deflecting the man's attempted saber swing and quickly raising his hand, blasting the man away with a Force push. Walking nonchalantly towards him now, he was truly the epitome of the power that the Dark Side could create and of the Galactic Empire's strength, the sound of TIE fighters' screeching past being heard as Vader stepped towards the man he was duelling. "You have chosen a fight with someone who's abilities far outweigh your own. And you shall suffer because of it." He spoke plainly.
Far across from the Sith Lord's on-going duel however another fight was occuring, the Imperials certainly were not stupid and had quickly adapted to the strange native's way of energy absorption, the Captain yelling out. "Hold your fire!" And indeed that had been done, the troopers ceasing their shooting as the ones that had been knocked over by the blast wave got back up and recovered. It was clear that their weapons would only make this man more powerful, and so as the Captain stepped away from the man. A group of additional white armored men leaped out from one of the crashed ship's many entrances, however their battle armor held differences from the usual stormtroopers. And they carried long, durasteel plated poles, these were the Imperial melee troopers. More than accustomed in melee combat and were some of the best that the Empire had to offer, more than a match for this man. Protected by his stormtroopers the Captain ordered, "Kill him!" And the melee troopers complied, surrounding the man from multiple directions they held their rods up in a defensive stance.
A group of stormtroopers had been on their patrol some short distance from the crashed star destroyer. Their E-11 blasters casually held in hand as they spoke to one another, it had been relatively quiet and so they hadn't been expecting the arrival of such a strange individual. Raising their blasters towards the man as he cheerfully expressed his intentions to see their weapons. "Get lost, civilian. This is a restricted area." The squad leader ordered demandingly, the accompanying AT-ST jogging forward and aiming its turret down towards him.