It had been a long time since Celestial had visited Onderon, the planet he claimed moffdom over. He had wondered how it had changed, and if it had changed. He pictured the bright red sky in his mind and it gave him one of the slight rare moments of happiness.
Onderon was just in sight. He could see the clouds surrounding the sky from his small cruiser. He began coming closer, and landed in the also familiar Iziz port. He quickly jumped out as soon as he landed, but all was not as great as it seemed.
He was not coordually greeted by his followers, or buffeted with gifts. Yet, he saw bodies, thrown all around him, and citizens panicking. This brought his attention to a glowing light in the distance, a lightsaber perhaps.
Major General Celestial
It was a sith, not one of his brothers, but a sith indeed. By his raggedy clothes and rough exterior he must have been a part of a rogue sith or jedi gang. He may has well been a grey. He had black hair, and his torn black and gold cape was blowing in the small wind Onderon was presenting.
He approached Celestial, and greeted him with a smile.
"I saw the lightsaber on your belt, so you must be a brother. Are you perhaps here to help rid of this forsaken place?"
"No, but I am here to rid of something forsaken."
A sly smile came over Celestial, all the same a blank one came over the rogues.
"Wha....."
As soon as he knew, Celestial had peirced his gut, and he fell to the floor. Right away a vast amount of rogues came after him, perhaps by the tens, maybe twenties.
He held his battle ready stance, his juyo, and got ready to defend. One attacked, but Celestial blocked it and cut his head off. He sent out a strong, glorious burst of force lightning and spun in a circle. He took them all out with the massive force lightning. He knew he was coming to solve a governmental problem, not an economic travesty.
