Overlooking the streets of Canterlot, a lone sharpshooter tracked the movements of rebellious ponies as he zeroed his scope in on one Unicorn in particular. He’d watched the sky-blue stallion rally freedom fighters left and right. Now it was time to break what confidence he’d managed to foster in his people with a single blaster bolt.

The readouts of his scope and HUD interacted with each other as they dialed in the range and adjustments needed to hit the target. One shot, one kill; that’s what he wanted as he tracked the crosshairs over the colt’s head. The sniper couldn’t help but sneer gleefully as the pony was so unaware of his presence, of how his life hung by just a thread. As his finger touched the trigger of his rifle, something slammed into him from behind. The unyielding force of the blow sent him toppling from his window perch and slamming into the ground with a bone-shattering crunch.

Rainbow Dash watched the hapless Deathwatch trooper fall to the ground, landing head-first onto the stone streets of the city. Her keen eyes quickly picked out her next target before she exploded back into the sky. If nothing else, she was going to keep everything above street level clear at all costs. She quickly found herself joined by other fearless fliers, her own small army of Pegasi, fighting against all odds to clear out their city.

The influx of support, however, did little to lift the speedster’s heart. She ventured a glance towards the palace. Her heart sank a little as she thought of Twilight marching into what was undoubtedly the enemy stronghold, “You’d all better come back…” She muttered bitterly to nopony in particular.

The palace was just a stone’s throw away now. All the fighting had drawn out the majority of the enemy forces, just as Torb had predicted. Unfortunately, there was still an uncomfortably large contingent of troopers standing by just outside the palace. Examining this from the alleyway, Kad cursed under his breath at the heavy numbers protecting the castle.

“If any’a you got a plan, I’d be receptive to it ‘bout now.” The Captain assured them as he looked over the hopeless situation.

Traycn’s mind turned the numbers over as he sized up their enemies. Though he was known more as a savage and a brute, he was still a master of war and tactics. Only one option came to mind, “Alor’ad, be ready to move.” He stated flatly as he hoisted his heavy rotary blaster up to his hip.

Twilight looked up at him confusion, “Sergeant Traycn?” Her eyes darted between Kad and Traycn as she sought an answer to this mystery.

“Ya sure ya wanna do this, Traycn?” Kad asked sadly, “Sure there’s another way ‘round this mess.”

“We have neither the time nor luxury to seek it,” The massive warrior snapped at him, “That pathetic excuse for a militia will be wiped out if we do not reach Teth soon and force him to order the cease fire.” His voice carried surprisingly stern command to it, “There are too many for us to wade through and they have the defensive advantage. Someone must draw them out and open the way.”

With a sigh Kad’s shoulders slumped, “I know better than to question your numbers.”

“Do not mourn, Kad Skirata; it makes you look just as pitiable as the Jetii weaklings,” Traycn chuckled as he gave Kad’s shoulder a nudge with his weapon.

As he made his way towards the opening of the alleyway, Twilight could feel the sudden somber grip in the air around them. The only time she could recall this oppressively saddening feeling was at the funeral of her great aunt. Her eyes quickly darted to the only face not hidden behind a protective mask. She could read Shining Armor like a book and quickly realized what was happening, “Oh no, no Traycn you can’t-”

Her nearly screaming voice was brought to a halt as pair of familiarly strong hooves wrapped around her chest and mouth to keep her still and quiet. Twilight struggled weakly against her brother’s grip, “Twilee, we can’t draw attention to ourselves,” He softly reminded her as her muffled voice squealed in angry protest.

Stopping at the end of the alley, Traycn gave his comrades one last look, stopping first on Twilight, “Do not struggle little sister, and remember this: there are no heroes among the Mando’ade. It is expected of you to give your life to protect your people. Your family.”

“Besides, he’s not going alone.” Zex spoke up defiantly.

“Doc, this ain’t the time nor place to be playin’ martyr.” Kad snarled at the medic.

“This has nothing to do with my past sins Captain,” Zex reassured him, “But we both know he’ll need help out there. With two of us out there, we can watch each other’s backs.”

Kad roughly took him by the shoulder and stared him down, visor to visor, “You both die out there an’ I’m gonna be real cross with the both of ya.”

“If you’re tagging along Doctor, then you’d best move quickly before I leave you to fend for yourself,” Traycn growled impatiently.

Behind his visor, Traycn couldn’t help but smirk in anticipation over the coming battle just around the corner. Rounding the corner he came face to face with the literally fifty-to-one odds stacked against him. Their hesitation to open fire at the sight of the hulking giant revealed they clearly hadn’t expected anyone to make it this far to the palace, “Kyr’am motirs shal gar, aruetii!” His voice called out loudly in anger before the sounds of blaster fire filled the air.

Several rapidly-fired bolts of energy tore into a pair of Deathwatch troopers, knocking their lifeless bodies to the ground. These were the opening cords to a fresh chorus of destruction and chaos. Traycn’s volley was quickly answered with hails of blaster bolts slamming into his armor plates. The thick layers of Mandalorian Iron easily soaked up the otherwise deadly hail of energy blasts; they couldn’t protect him forever, but it would take more than their standard equipment to crack him open.

From the alleyways, Zex cut a path through the winding corridors to find a flanking position. With a steadying breath, he brought his blaster rifle to his shoulder. A flick of his finger and the weapon was switched into full-auto before he pulled back on the trigger and let a constant stream of energy bolts tear across the courtyard and into several troopers’ unprotected backs. He quickly received a number of angry blaster bolts striking the alley walls around him in response. Lacking the thick armor of his comrade, Zex had to rely on using the environment for cover as he fell back behind a trash skiff.

The pair of Neo Protectors fought back as hard as they could to keep all the eyes in the courtyard on them. None of them noticed the sudden flash of bright purple energy just behind the regal double doors of the palace.

In a sudden flash of violet energy, three figures were blinked into existence just within the castle walls. A transition through time and space that was not without its toll as the three stumbled a bit, regaining their bearings.

Shaking his head clear, the Captain of the Royal Guard focused his mind as an aura began to encase his horn. A dark purple sheen appeared over the entrance to the castle as he let out a tired grunt, “That should keep them out, for the time being.”

Out of curiosity, Kad gave the field of light an experimental poke. A light ripple of energy shimmered around the impact zone but his hand couldn’t penetrate beyond the paper thin layer, “Okay, gotta admit, that’s actually pretty neat.”

Twilight stared at the magically-sealed doorway that separated them from their comrades. She could hear them fighting just outside and out of reach. It tore her apart inside as anger and sadness coupled together and formed their own creation that quickly surged and burned brightly inside her body. Hateful eyes shifted to her commanding officer, the alien that had led them this far, “How could you?”

“Got a problem, cadet Sparkle?”

“Zex and Traycn, they’re your soldiers, your friends, how could you let them throw their lives away like that?” Her teeth ground in her mouth as she fought a losing battle to keep her head, “You barely tried to stop them, did you even ca-”

Her rant was cut short as the hard metallic plate of Kad’s hand guard connected with the side of her face. The force of the blow sent the mare into a state of shock, tumbling off her hooves and landing on her side. A hot flash of pain in the side of her face was the only real clue she had of the blow ever landing.

Kad stood over her, the light casting his dark silhouette over the mare. The empty black stare of his polarized visor tore at her as his presence permeated waves of anger, “Cadet Twilight Sparkle,” His voice dripped with the promise of pain and wrath far exceeding the relatively light tap she had received to the side of the face, “Corporal Zex and Sergeant Traycn chose to stay behind to give us an opening, a sacrifice I will not allow you to squander. Every Mando’ade is expected to fight to their last breath to protect their people and complete the mission. Every second you squander standin’ here tryin’ to blame me for their choices brings them closer to death.” The stern tone in how he addressed her brought back images of a rather angry stallion disappointed in what his little girl had done, “Get on your feet an’ move out before I really lose my temper,” He grabbed her by the collar of her armor and forced her eyes to stay with his visor, “You copy?”

She looked to her brother, wanting to find some type of support or defense. Her heart sank as she could see from the look on Shining Armor’s face that he clearly supported what Kad was saying. A hoof rose to her cheek to try and rub away the stinging pain. She could feel shameful tears scratching at the back of her eyes, wanting to spill forth. In her mind’s eye, the Deathwatch leader’s blaster flashed, and confused, frightened eyes turned glassy as her true enemy returned to the forefront of her mind. Teth. “Yes, sir,” Twilight forced out with a shaky tone as she climbed back to her hooves, “I copy.”

This was his element, his purpose for existing. Traycn rippled blaster fire into the horde of enemy troopers, not once showing signs of backing down. Bolt after bolt of energy slammed into his beskar plates as his attack was answered back tenfold. Despite the warning lights going off across what was left of his HUD, he couldn’t help but feel a grim sense of satisfaction.

From a hidden lab on some backwoods farming world to the gladiator pits of Geonosis, and even the blood-soaked steps of the Imperial palace. His life had led from one battle to another, facing enemies the likes of which most would turn and run from. He could feel a bolt crack the casing of his leg; the mechanical limb was at risk of failing him.

He was throwing everything he could at them; every weapon built into his armor was spitting death at the Deathwatch trooper. He found a great deal of satisfaction in watching his fifteenth man fall to the endless streams of bolts.

A violent sparking drew his attention back to his accursed leg as the armor began giving out. The mechanical limb beneath was quickly shredded by bolts of energy. He could recall the day he lost his flesh legs, the feel of the Rancor’s jaws clamping down on the limbs before he collapsed its skull under his gravity fist. It was a glorious battle that brought a smile to his face in the middle of the chaos.

As the limb gave way he found himself falling to one knee, but refusing to let himself go down without fighting. Traycn let out a roar over the sounds of blaster fire as he continued to unload every weapon he had in reach upon the enemy.

A loud bang and the feel of hot metal raining against him drew his attention to the automated blaster that had been perched atop his shoulder. All that was left of it now was sparking wires and twisted metal hanging uselessly from his body.

A pain at his side tore at him as his chest plate began to fail him now. He could feel the metal wearing down under the constant stress of this battle. His mind wandered to the incident wherein his torso had been damaged to the point of needing replacement: The loose I-beam of that destroyer’s hull puncturing his armor and body, the exposure to the vacuum of space. A weaker being would have died, but he was not weak.

He wasn’t weak; he kept telling himself this. He wasn’t weak, they were the weak ones, “I am not weak!” He bellowed out as he forced himself to stand again, unloading what little was left of his ammunition into the mass of black and blue armor as he charged forward.

Traycn could taste their fear and panic as he pushed himself through the waves of pain striking him. A loud pop over his shoulder was followed by the feeling of hot debris and shrapnel raining down his collar. He didn’t need to look; he knew they’d managed to destroy his last automated gun. This did nothing to slow or deter the charging monster.

Another lucky rain of blaster bolts destroyed the blaster cannon he’d been wielding for so long. The faithful weapon was reduced to molten slag in his hand. It was too late to stop him now as hate, rage and pure, unadulterated wrath drove his slowly fading systems.

A flash of pain in his side caused him to stumble a moment and let out a curse; he knew that pain all too well. They had finally wised up and found an ion weapon. Digging deeper, he forced himself to stay on his feet as he tore forward towards the offending trooper.

As he entered their ranks, several of them tried to slow his progress, only to be knocked to the ground and in one unfortunate soul’s case, trampled underfoot. Bolts of ion energy hit his body repeatedly stealing every ounce of strength the warrior possessed. More than half of his body had been lost over the years of constant battle and each piece replaced with cybernetics.

Once in striking distance, the metal plates of his remaining arm shifted and changed to bring his last remaining weapon to bear: An arm-mounted rocket with a high-yield warhead. The opening volley of this skirmish had destroyed the launching mechanism, but at this range he didn’t need it to launch, just detonate.

With a loud, defiant roar, his mighty limb rose up in a high arc and came crashing down on the hapless trooper in his path. The mass of metal and rage came crashing down on the humanoid’s body with unrelenting force. As the fist impacted the poor man’s head and chest, the air was filled with the sounds of bending metal and cracking bone. Inside, the explosive strapped to his arm a tiny device clicked into place, sending out the detonate signal.

With a grim sneer, Traycn thought about the life he’d led up to this point. All the battles, the enemies he had faced and the trials he had persevered through. He was proud of his life and how it was all about to end: like a true warrior, like a true Mando’ade. There was only one regret that nagged at him as a ball of fire consumed him and the world around him, ‘Kad Skirata, I never did get to kill you,’

From his position in the alleyway, Zex could see very little of the fight between Traycn and the Deathwatch, save for the occasional dead body. Blaster bolts continued to slam into the walls around him as he hugged closely to his cover, revealing himself only long enough to fire off a volley of bolts in rapid succession.

Diving back into cover the Mandalorian medic quickly switched out his spent power pack for a fresh supply of ammo. A life on the battlefield had taught him a great number of skills beyond medical expertise. His skills with a blaster rifle had grown exponentially, skills he was happy to share with Deathwatch free of charge.

The smell of ozone began to mix with what he could only assume was the now burning garbage inside the skiff. It wouldn’t be long now before they blasted their way through the weak metal box and began showering him with energy bolts. With a tired sigh, he removed his helmet and let it roll away from him along the grimy floor of the alley.

Reaching into collar of his armor, he produced a small locket hanging from a thin chain. With a quick yank, he pulled the keepsake from his neck and wrapped the length of gold tightly around his hand, “Zeala, Me’sary, I’m so sorry I was never a good enough father to both of you…”

A few bolts managed to pierce deep enough through his cover to scrape along his cheek. Flinching off to the side, Zex cursed a bit before returning to his prayer, “If this is where I die, I only hope the two of you will forgive me when I meet you on the other side.”

Taking a steadying breath, Zex brought his weapon close to his chest and took one last moment to stare sadly at the locket. There was no time for regrets, no doubts, only action. Rolling to the side, Zex brought himself out of cover to unload another volley of blaster bolts in a fully automatic burst of fire as he was greeted with a bright flash and a wave of heat before being knocked off his feet and thrown down the alleyway. All around him the buildings shook from the force of the explosion as a wall beside him crumbled and fell apart. Zex curled his body up, trying to protect himself as best he could as the pieces of the buildings started to fall around him, pinning him to the ground. He cursed himself under his breath for being stupid enough to remove his helmet; never remove your helmet.

The trio of Kad, Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor made a mad dash through the halls of Canterlot castle. All was quiet until Shining Armor spoke up for everyone, “I know I can’t be the only one thinking this, but why haven’t we run into any more guards?”

“Could be the riots outside,” Kad stated as he rounded a corner, saber in hand only to be greeted with another empty passageway, “Or sheer dumb luck, either way I ain’t ‘bout to complain.”

Shining let out a chuckle as thought about how unlikely the latter truly was, “Oh yeah, the heavens are truly smiling on us after half the city gets shot up by alien soldiers.” He stated sarcastically.

Twilight had remained quiet for the most part, still quietly fuming under the surface after the indignant blow and brow-beating she’d received. A wave of discomfort her brother easily picked up on as he pulled up beside her to speak in a hushed tone, “Twilee, what's bothering you now?”

She gave him a sidelong glare from behind her visor before focusing on the path ahead of them, “Nothing much, just that you let your own sister get knocked around when she’s standing up for what she feels is right,” Twilight hissed at him.

Rolling his eyes Shining Armor easily countered her, “Twilight, as much as I can’t stand the idea of you being involved in all of this, he IS your commanding officer. That means he has to be obeyed and respected. Personally, I think he was far too easy on you. If you’d been one of my soldiers, a slap and stern talking to would seem like a blessing compared to what I would’ve done to you.”

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She’d glimpsed just how harsh her brother could be when he believed she was intentionally trying to ruin his wedding, “But still, he let them stay behind-“

“A decision he has to live with.” Shining interrupted her, “The burden of command isn’t something to be taken lightly, Twilight. I guarantee he remembers the names and faces of every soul that served under him and didn’t come back. I know I do…”

Twilight could feel the air leave her sails as her cause was suddenly defeated so harshly. Though now she could see her brother in a new light; he’d spent a long time away from everypony during his tour of duty. She was starting to understand why he never talked about that time abroad.

Another explosion rocked the palace around them. Stumbling on her hooves, Twilight found herself toppling into the back of Kad’s leg, grabbing onto the Mandalorian out of reflex to keep from falling over, “You guys ARE trying to save this city, right?”

Kad was too preoccupied by something else to respond to the young mare. Something within the Force had shifted, changed. Focusing on this point he found the answer, though part of him already knew what he would find there, “Traycn is dead,” He stated flatly as he tried to control his rising anger.

Twilight stared at Kad’s back in shock as this fact was thrust upon her, “But, how, how can you know that?! He might still be alive!” It surprised even her just how much her voice began to buckle.

“His presence in the Force faded away, can’t sense ’im any longer.” Kad replied in a grim tone.

“What about Zex?”

Kad took a moment focus his mind upon his comrades, “Zex is still alive, just lost; hard to tell where the good doctor’s ended up this time,” With a great deal of hesitation Kad looked over his shoulder at the pair of Unicorns at his back, “We have to keep movin’.”

With a pain-laden grunt, Zex slowly began to open his eyes and take in his surroundings. He found himself on his back, staring up at small strands of sunlight trickling in through chunks of rock and stone overhead. Zex had expected something like this, but something was off about it. The haphazardly dropped pieces of rock looked to be too far away to have landed on him and on top of that why didn’t he feel any overwhelming pressure?

Slowly, the world began to focus more clearly for the Zabrak as the dust still filling the air began to subside as small hints began to build up to reveal where he was. He could feel the cool trickle of very shallow water running along the back of his head. The smell of mildew and grime hung heavy around him as he scanned about the dark carved-stone walls before it dawned on him, “I must’ve fallen back into the sewers.”

He looked down at the locket still wrapped around his hand before muttering to no one but himself, “Thank you girls, you’re always watching over me.”

With his peace said, he forced himself to sit as he did a quick mental check list on his condition. All the toes and fingers were able to move, no broken bones he could feel, even all his horns were accounted for. Pulling himself to his feet, he started to cautiously make his way through the tunnels underneath the Canterlot streets. He found himself favoring his right leg, damage taken in the fall, he assumed.

Overhead, he could hear the sounds of battle still raging just above him. The sounds of blaster fire and the hooves stomping around coupled together barely drowned out the sounds of yelling from either side. It amused him; from where he was standing, it was impossible to tell whose side anyone was even on. He could hear something up ahead of him in the dimness of the tunnels. Voices.

Carefully, his hand moved to the blaster pistol at his hip as he moved cautiously around the corner. Drawing closer he could hear them much clearer.

“Why… Why didn’t you just leave me?” Female, her voice was labored, pained, obviously wounded from the sounds of intermingled coughs.

“Just shut up, will you?” Male, sounded under quite a bit of duress, no doubt worried about his friend’s condition, “You already know the answer to that.”

Hugging the wall, Zex inched a bit closer with his weapon at the ready. His calling as a doctor begged him to see to the wounded, but the soldier in him reminded him it could very well be Deathwatch waiting around the bend, “Hey out there; is your friend hurt?” He called out from his hiding place.

“Who’s out there?” The male voice snarled back.

“Calm down, I’m a medic,” Zex reassured him, “I can help your friend but I can’t do jack if you kill me.”

There was a hushed conversation just out of sight. Zex kept himself pressed to the wall as he half expected the sounds of blaster fire for his troubles. Much to his surprise though, “Alright fine, but we’re going to be watching you!” The male voice called out to him.

Slowly Zex rounded the corner, holstering his weapon as he saw a pair of ponies and not the Deathwatch troopers he was afraid he’d found. Drawing closer, he could make them out much better now, a male Unicorn and a female Pegasus. The stallion bore a deep chestnut coat and auburn mane and tail. From the look in his eyes, Zex had a feeling this one might have missed the announcement that some of the aliens here were on their side. Either way, he kept a close and protective vigil over his friend. The mare sat propped up against the sewer wall, her dark blue coat was stained with burn marks from blaster fire while her dark green mane hung over her eyes as she breathed heavily, holding her chest.

Zex phased out the angry glares of her bodyguard as he set about his work. Carefully moving her forelimb out of the way, he could see the injury that was causing her so much trouble, “Blaster round collapsed your lung.” He pointed out as he reached for the medical case he kept strapped to his back, “You’re lucky to be alive, ma’am.”

“Moon-Beam…” She coughed out.

“Beg pardon,”

“My mother was always called ma’am… Just call me Moon-Beam, please,” She stated with a pained smile.

Returning the gesture softly, Zex nodded in agreement, “Alright then, Moon-Beam, you can call me Zex.” The work to mend her wounds didn’t take long for the medic’s heavily trained hands. Over his shoulder, Moon-Beam’s companion continued to mutter hatefully as he hovered off to the side, just waiting for the first sign of their trust being misplaced. Zex suddenly remembered one of the things he missed about working in a hospital, the simple joy of how family members and the like were kept very separate from the work.

“So, how’d this happen?” He might as well start some idle conversation to pass the time.

“Some of us got cocky and tried to push into the residential district…” She forced herself to recount, “Not a smart move on our part…”

“We trotted right into a damned slaughter,” Her friend stated bitterly, “There had to be over a hundred of them ready and waiting for us. We’re the only ones who made it out of that massacre alive.”

“You made it out though,” Zex pointed out as he kept up his work, “Being alive is a victory all its own, whether you like it not.” Over his shoulder, he glanced at the hovering stallion, “Tell me, are there any more wounded being evacuated to the underground?”

He gave the alien a quizzical look before answering, “Yeah, it’s pretty much the only safe place in the city right now.”

“Good. If you want them to live, you’ll take me to them.”

Twilight, Kad and Shining Armor made a quick charge through the eerily empty halls of the palace. Twilight especially felt uneasy about how empty and alien everything felt to her. There had always been servants and various other members of the palace staff mulling about their appointed tasks. Now it felt more like a tomb, still and empty, the life drained out of the walls around them.

Something odd started flashing red on the corner of her HUD. Quickly Twilight searched her memory back to the briefing Torb had given them on the various functions they had access to. Her ears perked up in excitement as she remembered, the small circle in the bottom right hand side was a motion tracker. This information sent a shiver down her spine as she realized that if it tracked motion and the marker in the center was supposed to be her, then the markers showing up behind them had to be, “Captain, we’re going to have company soon,”

Kad’s attention glanced onto his own motion tracker before letting off a few curses, “Knew it wasn’t gonna last.”

“Some of us aren’t wearing space armor,” Shining quickly pointed out, “Mind filling in the odd colt out?”

Kad tapped the side of his helmet, “Built in motion trackin’ system, standard issue with any heads up display,”

“So there could be enemy troopers right on our heels then?”

“’Fraid so,”

Twilight’s pace came to a sudden stop when she noticed her brother no longer at her side. Looking back she found him standing his ground in the middle of the hallway, “Shining Armor, what are you doing?”

“Both of you keep going,” He told them as he looked over his shoulder, “I’ll buy you the time you need to get Teth.”

Twilight quickly closed the gap with her brother, “NO!” Her voice cracked and broke under the stress of her own emotions as she pleaded in protest, “I won’t lose you too!”

“Ya sure ‘bout this son,” Kad was surprised by the hesitance in his own voice.

“This hallway is the main thoroughfare leading to the throne room,” The colt brought to his attention, “It’s narrow and should box them in and will help me keep them in close quarters.” A broad confident smile stretched across his face, “They aren’t getting past me.”

“Shiny, please don’t do this,” Twilight continued to plead with her brother weakly.

“Twilee,” With a warm smile Shining Armor pulled her into a head lock and mussed her mane playfully, “I’ll be fine, I promise. Now go and save the world again, little sis.”

Twilight forced a weak smile as she let herself linger latched to her brother’s presence a bit longer, “You’d better stay safe, BBBFF.”

Shining Armor’s attention shifted to Kad, “Skirata, you’d better bring my sister back in one piece.”

“You’d best be comin’ back to claim her then son,” Kad replied with a hint of pride, “Got too many damned strays on my heels as it is.”

Twilight gave her brother one last, long look before following after the Mandalorian as they continued their charge towards the throne room. Her heart sank a bit as she fought to keep morbid thoughts from her head. She couldn’t let Shining Armor die, not in her own head.

As the pair neared the massive, regal double doors leading to the throne room, Kad reached into the Force. He took hold of as much power as he could muster on the fly and launched it forward with a quick gesture. The invisible wave sent dust and dirt flying around it, cracking the marble pillars and floor where it brushed to closely to them before finding its target. Connecting with the doors, they gave very little resistance to Kad’s show of power. The heavy metal hinges that held them aloft were torn asunder as the heavy pieces of gold plated metal were sent airborne.

Teth watched this display with an amused grin on his face, his helmet set casually on the armrest of the throne he happily occupied. One door buried itself into the dais at a sharp angel. The other seemed to be honing in on him by chance as it skipped across the floor before finding the energy to keep flying towards the Deathwatch Commander.

With a swift motion of his own, the offending door was easily grasped through the Force and buried into the wall behind the throne. Teth sneered from ear to ear at the pair standing in the doorway of the throne room. Firstly the irate Unicorn mare whose horn began to glow and spark with the violent thoughts of spells that she wanted to tear him apart with. Secondly was the Mandalorian Knight standing with his saber at the ready as he took up a fighting stance.

Teth glanced at the destruction their entrance had caused before looking back at them, “Twilight Sparkle and Kad Skirata, I feel as though I’ve made you both angry.” A toothy grin slid across his face to make him seem less human and more on par with an animal eyeing its next meal.