Now Star Wars legitimate may be inclusive during the High Republic, what happens 200 years before the event. But in the old EU list, now “Myth ” yes Star Wars fiction beyond the realm of faith, the Old Republic controls the nest. Last week, we saw the return of Darth Revan a Army of the Old Republic come back, and now, another Sith Lord thinks of war as we look inward Star Wars Insiderrecent legends.
io9 has it looking inside Star Wars Insider: Fake Collection Vol. 2, the second in a series of articles published in this journal has been around for decades. Since its inception, Inside has been playing new events from the movies Star Wars writers from the heights of the ancient universe that expanded to this modern era – such as Alan Dean Foster, Mur Lafferty, Alexander Freed, David J. Williams, and Mark S. Williams – plus short stories from the time period in the High Republic that revised Inside as a new sting house of Star Wars legend.
But our appearance within the new collection going back thousands of years and enter into Star Wars fairy tales from the land of Bioware Star Wars: The Old World, Free MMORPG The same was set thousands of years before the advent of movies, and 300 after the events of the beloved CRPG duology, Army of the Old Republic and as a result, A Sith Lords. “Study Three,” Writer Paul S. Kemp and photographed by Marek Oko, follows Old Republic wicked Darth Malgus. It was created after the conquest of the Sith Empire from the Alderaan during the war of the war between the Old Republic and the Sith, as shown in one of the video trailers, “Hope.”
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Shiny smoke hung in the air, before the black remains of the Imperial bombshell preceded the Alderaan. Burned with rage in Malgus, his seed grew from the words he heard heard on the radio connected to Imperial: Retreat.
The kingdom lost Alderaan. Hours before Malgus as a winner, but now…
Now there is a magical fire, for the Republican armies.
The attack is coming. Reports indicated Republic ships sailing to the Alderaan.
Return.
Return.
He clenched his fists so hard that his fingers hurt. Its breath sounds like a stick on top of a stick. Her skin was itchy because of the burn. The Republican Commando detonated a bomb in front of him, and fighting with a Jedi witch destroyed his lungs. The explosion and the disturbance made her body smooth.
But she did not feel any pain. He just felt angry.
Hate.
The frustration that makes him want to shout.
The lid is simply fixed on the burner area. Beneath it, houses and bodies were burned in the ruins of Alderaani town. Around him, royal ships sailed around the sky, flying in unison. He tried not to let go of his punches, but failed. He Wanted—
The presence of the Power user of the lightweight groups is at odds with its Power potential, a sudden appearance in his mind. He looked down and walked out of the arena. They saw nothing but ruins, destroyed houses, burning cars. He pressed the chains he was wearing.
“Turn us around.”
“My lord?” asked his pilot.
“Come on, slow down to a quarter, and slow down by a hundred yards.”
“Yes sir.”
As the shuttle spun around and slowed down, Malgus passed the safety and lowered the entrance. The wind blew into the building, carrying the scent of the tropical world, the planet Malgus wanted to kill, but instead it only hurt.
Someone had to pay.
He took off his flashlight and immersed himself in the Force. The burnt houses below came out of the sky like rotten, crooked and black teeth.
“Slowly,” he told the pilot.
He reached out through the Force, searching for the side effects he felt.
At first there was nothing, and he wondered if he was wrong, or if the electrician recognized Malgus and suppressed his powers. But then …
Apo.
He feels like the anger in his back, only the itching of the violence goes away. He ripped off his coat and went to the end of the lift. The wind blew him away. Anger swelled, strengthened him. The power stabilized him in place. He also pinned his links.
“Drive over the ruins until I get back.”
“Come back, my lord? Where are you going? He is seriously injured. ”
Malgus closed the comlink and got up and headed outside. He lit his leaf as the ground rushed to meet him. Using Force to protect the victims, he hit the ground.
He stopped in the middle of a hollowed-out road and was filled with broken glass and overturned runners. The plane fired 10 meters from him, spewing black smoke into the air. Elsewhere, the wind bell rings louder.
“Here I am, Jedi!” Malgus shouted, his voice echoing in the ruins.
Behind him, he heard the sound of a light bulb, another.
He turned to see Zabrak, a Jedi man, coming out of a hot house on the street. A bright blue line shines on his hands. He studied Malgus aside.
“Malgus,” said Jedi.
Malgus didn’t know Jedi’s name and didn’t care. Zabrak was just his rage, the right motive for his anger.
Malgus fell into the army, roared, and built a road, his anger gave him speed.
The Jedi held on tight. At 20 meters, the Jedi raised its lights on both sides and pulled both of them together.
Too late the collapsed houses entered the wrath of Malgus. A bullet of duracrete and a transparisteel fell from all sides of the road…
Her father’s uniform was enough to cut the meat, but the tone was as soft as the belly that filled her trousers.
“Come with me, Veradun.”
Veradun followed his father to the great menagerie he kept in the family circle. His father, a biologist at the Imperial Science Corps, collected animals from countless countries. The couple had their own special zoo, which was assisted by the Kingdom. Veradun has helped to control the environment since childhood.
Their wailing, groaning, wailing, and smelling animal greeted them at their door. His father’s voice rang out.
“Do you know why I like these animals?”
Veradun shook his head. He saw himself in the mirror with his father’s glasses.
“Because we can learn from them.”
“What Did You Learn?”
Her father smiled at her secretly. “You.”
The man put his hand on his shoulder and walked through the measurements of the living room, the doors, and the tanks, until he reached the kouhun tire area. A lot of sand, with a few loose stones and some loose fur, was all that seemed. The split part, his body as long as Veradun’s arm, hid somewhere under the sand in the tank. Veradun walked around the tank, trying to see any sign of kouhun. Nothing.
Meanwhile, his father picked up a feeding mouse from a nearby elevator and placed it on top of the kouhoun tank.
“I have already fed,” Veradun said.
“I know.”
His father threw the rat into the tank and it froze when it hit the sand. It smelled the air, the beard shaking.
The sand next to it grew.
The rat screamed in horror but before moving, the kouhoun exploded in the sand beneath it, grabbed the mouse by its scales like a razor, and bit it in the middle. When the blood is lost, paint the red sand.
Kouhon crawled out of the sand, his whole head red. Several legs moved his split body on the rat’s blood-soaked legs. But it did not eat, and a minute later it returned to the sand, leaving the rat meat untouched.
“Why do you think it killed the rat?” his father asked. “There was no famine. Like you said, you haven’t fed it in a long time. ”
“It’s normal,” Veradun said. It’s a cruel creature. ”
“Good, Veradun. Good. Yes, kouhon kills for no reason. Does this make sense to you? ”
“No, but… it’s an animal.”
His father knelt down to look Veradun in the face. “Right. And you are not. Kouhon teaches us that senseless cruelty is a part of animals, not humans. Violence is effective only if it is addressed and sent to the end. Do you understand?”
Veradun thought, he nodded.
“The end is all,” his father said.
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