3262, A planet in the Kepler Draconis System   

The city was frightful.  The civic leaders in panic.  Rightly so, mind you, as the sprawling city of lights was eclipsed by the massive form of an Eclipse class Devestator.  As the massive 2 mile wedge of destruction slowly moved over the city, the sound of it's main drive systems thudding and rumbling as it slowly rounded it's course towards it's predefined stop point.  People backed away from their trembling windows, fearful of the mighty shadow in the sky.

Save for one.  She looked up at the black ship over the sky, and smiled in her armored suit grimly.  This promised to be fun, as she readied herself.  Guards were already converging towards her position, having been alerted as to the Alliance operative.  They converged towards the industrial district, where she was standing on the foundation of an abandoned tower.  She didn't care.  Once she was done, things were going to be very... interesting.

The ship slowly progressed across the sky, ripping apart a cloud as it passed, before she finally raised a single arm.  And clenched.  In her mind, she could see several important systems, and let her power reach out and carefully crush them.  The sounds of explosions ripped across the silence of the city, followed by multiple alarms sounding from the currently open hangers of the Devestator. It wobbled in midair, the crew flailing around as the ship bucked under the surprise assault.

Onboard, Lord Dominatus scowled a few seconds before the attack, feeling a massive disturbance in the air, before the ship jumped under his feet, nearly dropping him to the deck.  As he stumbled into a wall, he looked out to see the ground starting to wobble up towards the ship, even as frantic crews fought to keep it on an even keel and in the air.  It started to pitch to starboard, as he could feel that now familiar power in the forces that his dark order controlled.  His mind jibbered for a moment, HIS mind!  He couldn't believe the power needed to hold the ship in the air the way she was, and then control how it fell.  How did she get to be so strong!?  Then the ship's pointed bow dropped pointedly towards the ground, as it rose up towards the ship, eager to buckle it.

The figure watched the ship, as did the guards who had come to arrest her.  They all stared in fright as she calmly motioned with her hands, the Devestator dropping towards the ground, smashing through the deserted towers at the edge of the district and slamming down with a roar of twisting and screaching tortured metal, fire erupting from ruptured plasma conduits and the sheer force of the massive ship scraping across the ground.  The ship's bow slammed onto the ground as the ship's momentum carried it forward, before the figure calmly raised both hands high, as if pushing at something.

She grunted slightly from forcing the gigaton object's momentum to slowly be reduced to nothing, the ship sliding across the landscape, erasing everything from its path, sliding right towards her.  It slowed, finally screaching across the last few dozen feet, before stopping, the hull moaning from stress shifts.  She calmly pulled her two crystalline swords loose, sending the customary flares of power down them, erupting them in a firery red pulse of plasmatic energy. She looked both ways at the guards who had gathered to stop her, scowling fiercely.

They needed no prompting, before scattering in terror, screaming as they threw down their weapons, wanting nothing to do with the death that was about to come.  They knew her well, death, destroyer of worlds, the last living thing so many had seen.  She was the terror of the Empire, the single most powerful person in the galaxy that was known.  They ran, never looking back, never wanting to look back.  Nothing could stop her, nothing could prevail against her.

Lord Dominatus was still on his feet, preparing himself for the impending battle.  Nothing like this had ever happened before.  This was more power in one setting that even the cursed Richson had ever summoned.  He pulled his weapons from their spots, ignoring the crew that was running for the exits.  While the ship was fine, they all knew by now that one of the supposed 'Knight's of the Alliance had come forward, only one of them could simply infiltrate an Imperial world, step forward, and with their own power pull a Devestator clean out of the sky.  They knew full well hell was here. 

The figure smiled grimly, jumping high into the air, using the powers that she controlled to lift herself up, landing on the tilted upper surface of the Devestator, calmly waiting for battle.  She felt herself ready to take on the leader of the Empire.  She would kill him, or die trying.  She had faced him before, she would not do so again, if she had her way. She stood for justice, for the forces of goodness, she was not about to loose.

Nothing could face her, many hundreds of thousands of Ohansu Imperial troopers had tried.  She calmly walked forward, down the spine of the Devestator, the crew fleeing from the downed ship as she crossed it. She could feel the presence of her master's mind, as he had watched the action with massive approval.  Sure, he could do it, but he had never bothered to try, he hadn't even really considered it before, but that wasn't going to stop him from applauding on high.

'Well done, my apprentice.  Now then, Melony, hold on, I'm coming.  We will prove to Dominatus that he has some serious problems on hand.'  Richson's mind reached out to her, as his fighter dropped out into orbit.  She could care less.  It was time to show them all what she could do. 

Dominatus scowled from the high ground of the hull.  He never in his mind imagined this.  He never could have thought of this, with the dogmatic narrowmindedness that he had used.  So, nothing was impossible after all.  Now then, young fool, could you handle the dark lord? That would be something to see...