A flickering blue hologram displays the hooded head of Snoke. His skin is now full and smooth. His eyes are sunken in and there is nearly a full head of hair sprouting from his scalp. He seems more alive. His image spits in and out while his still horrid voice filters through.
Snoke: (hologram) The Princess of Alderaan has disrupted my plan.... but her foolish act will be in vain. Come to me on Exegol, General Pryde.
From a knee, Pryde looks up at the hologram, his eyes glinting with evil.
Enric Pryde: As I served the Emperor in the old wars, I serve you now, my lord.
Snoke: Send a ship to a world they know. Let it burn. The Final Order begins. She will come, her friends will follow.
Enric Pryde: Yes, my Lord.
He nods his head back down, silently plotting, thinking through her next move.
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A Star Destroyer spits out of hyperspace, hovering in the blackness, coming to a rest above a familiar planet... Kajimi.
A small version of the Starkiller Base cannon is mounted underneath the massive Final Order war machine.
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On the bridge, technicians stand at their post and Officers survey the readings.
Simero Quonit: Levels holding steady at 85%.
Milon Lenwith: Captain. Kijimi is in range.
Chesille Sabrond: Fire.
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The red beam spits out of the cannon, firing down to the surface. It makes contact with the ground, erupting into a crater and digging a hole straight through the planet's core. Stone and soil blown into a tidal wave of death.
More bolts of light impact on the planet, spreading all over, and the planet combusts, erupting like a volcano. In an instant, the planet has turned into nothing more than several chunks of stone and soil.
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Poe: Kijimi? How?
Poe is in front of Larma D'acy in the war room of the resistance. He is stunned beyond belief and stands over the readouts. Looking at all the information, his breath hitches and he is teetering on the edge of losing it.
Larma D'acy: A blast from a Star Destroyer.
He turns and sighs.
Larma D'acy: A ship from the new Sith fleet. Out of the Unknowns.
Beaumont: The Emperor sent a ship from Exegol. Does that mean every ship in the fleet....
Y/N: All of them have mini Death Stars in them. A fleet of planet-killing weapons. Of course they do. Every one of them.
Poe: This is how it ends...
A radio screeches, and titters, filtering a code through.
Rose: Listen. It's on every frequency.
It chatters, speaking and Rose looks to Beaumont to translate.
Beaumont: "The Resistance is dead. The Sith flame will burn. All worlds, surrender or die. The Final Order begins."
Rose: General L/N, you were Leia's second. It's your call now.
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The Forgotten Hero: A Star Wars Story
FanfictionA young man on tattooine meets a couple of unexpected people, and embarks upon the journey of a lifetime [I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS ALL RIGHTS BESIDES MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER BELONG TO LUCASFILMS AND DISNEY]
