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Plasma bombs and torpedos rained down on the abomination that was Apocalypse, superheated plasma covering his body. And yet, these beings were not the first to assault him with such weapons. And with every meaningless explosion, his defences only grew stronger. He marched through the array unharmed, visible only as a pair of glowing eyes amidst a cloud of dust and fire. A deep, demonic laughter echoed through the air, as the unstoppable monster was undaunted by the might of the Empire. Blasters bounched off of it's skin, a direct hit from a plasma bomb seemed to mildly harm it, only to for the next to do nothing. Perhaps it was then that Starkiller would realize that it was no creature he was facing. No alien monstrosity with advanced powers, no genetically altered death machine built to annihilate this world. He faced something far greater, and far more terrifying.

A tie fighter flew in to perform another barrage, only to be struck from the air by a thrown car, instantly annihilated by an attack that moved at the speed of sound. Another one was ripped from the sky moments later, only to be joined by the rest of it's squadron. Cars, rocks, and even the wreckages of the fighters it had destroyed moments ago. Despite there being faster ways to do it the creature seemed to take it's time, destroying the enemy ships one by one as it slowly marched forwards. Nothing stopped it, nothing harmed it. The force still affected it, but Starkiller could tell that every moment of Force power he spent was a power wasted, another strength to add to the creature's arsenal.

This was not a monster, nor a demon, nor any other foe that could be faced, or overcome. This was Apocalypse, the living embodiment of the end, the walking pillar of destruction. In an entire universe filled with superpowered warriors, in an entire war of the greatest forces in the galaxy and his experiences facing interdimensional fighters, Starkiller had never been confronted with this. A being that did not simply cause destruction, but embodied it. Unstoppable, inevitable, growing ever stronger.

The creature stood in front of Starkiller. Whether he tried to run, or tried to fight, was irrelevant. The being's speed was immense, dwarfing the capabilities of the Sith Lord. It seemed to simply materialize in front of him, staring down at him with red glowing eyes. And it was clear that, barring a miracle, there was no way the Sith Lord was going to get out of this situation on his own. No longer was this a battle to defeat the approaching force, this was a battle to walk away alive.

"Tell me, little boy. What made you think that you could face the Apocalypse, and win? What made you think you could march through hell, and come back alive?" The creature chuckles, clearly enjoying the moment. "I think you're going to tell me where the strongest person on this planet is, and then I'm going to break you in two."