With a loud, sharp whoosh a large, heavy metal door opens to a wide walkway traversing an open subterranean chamber. Nearly a dozen stormtroopers in their shining white armor stand at the ready as the Jedi activates his lightsaber and steps out of the tunnel. The stormtroopers open fire. The Jedi raises his weapon and deflects the blaster bolts back on his attackers while troopers with batons advance on him. The Jedi uses the force to push one trooper over the edge of the walkway and into the abyss. He lifts another helplessly into the air and pulls him in, directly into the scorching plasma beam of his lightsaber. The trooper's body falls limply to the deck as the remaining troopers converge on the Jedi. The Jedi is far beyond their equal and he skillfully parries then counters their attacks. One after another each stormtrooper is defeated.
But one opponent remains. Standing at the far end of the walkway is one of the Empire's elite fighters. Clad in black and red armor that reflects the purple glow arcing from the ends of their electrostaff. The Purge Trooper had watched the demise of the others without concern for their fate but with intense intrigue in the Jedi's skill. All of the pain, the sweat, the blood had prepared them for this moment.
Finally, a Jedi. This is what a Purge Trooper is trained for.
The Purge Trooper finally speaks, the distortion from the helmet adding menace to their voice.
"Impressive."
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Purge (Star Wars)
FanfictionWhat happens when an Imperial conscript will stop at nothing to realize their true potential and make their own fate? Events are set between Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order and Star Wars Jedi Survivor. Featuring the crew of the Stinger Mantis: Cal Kest...
