The newcomer was like a bulldozer, utterly unstoppable, killing wherever he pointed. Storm Commando Team soldiers fell in droves, completely unable to resist.
Under the dim lights, the Imperial major finally saw who the newcomer was. Dark skin, a gleaming bald head, half his face covered in machinery, and a fierce expression.
"Master Windu!!" The major had also fought in the Clone Wars and recognized him immediately. He cried out, "Run!!"
He understood that if this truly was Master Windu, they did not stand even the slightest chance of victory! During the Clone Wars, Master Windu had been one of the Jedi Order's foremost warriors. Without an entire army, it was simply impossible to harm him.
The major's judgment was both right and wrong—because he had no way to escape.
Screams rose and fell as one imperial soldier after another collapsed beneath Master Windu's blade.
Even the ship they had arrived in could not escape. Before its pilot could react, he had already slaughtered his way through the docking passage.
However, when Mace Windu reached the bridge of that Consular-class cruiser, he found that a red figure and a blue figure had arrived before him.
Luna-Phantom was fiddling with something at the control console, while Luna-Dream stood nearby, waiting for Windu's arrival.
The sisters' dresses were already tattered and dirty, as though they had not been washed for a long time. Their bodies were thin and frail, and their once fair, delicate skin had become dull and sallow, making them look as though they had just recovered from a serious illness.
"You're already here? You're still far too weak. You shouldn't be using your abilities so casually!" Mace Windu said with a dark expression.
"It was a very simple matter. It placed no strain on our bodies." Luna-Dream remained as