The scout guards sent beyond the city walls into the foggy, desolate forest were now in full retreat, panic overtaking them as they fired wildly into the trees. The one they feared, a relentless figure wielding a laser sword, cut them down one by one. None of them had ever faced an opponent like this. calling out to each other in their own alien language in a fruitless attempt to regroup and form a plan.

A scout guard on the wall sounded the large gong, echoing through the city and alerting the garrison to prepare their defenses. The citizens, gripped by fear, scrambled to hide wherever they could—inside houses, down narrow alleys, anywhere away from the main street.

Lang, the mercenary under Morgan’s command, stood atop one of the city wall's sentry points, safe from the dangers below while watching the chaos unfold.

His soldiers' blaster fire was erratic, and their commlinks crackled with frantic attempts to locate the assailant. Morgan soon joined him, her beskar spear in hand, gazing out into the foggy forest. She knew exactly who was coming for her—and why. But she had no intention of making it easy. You were always a step behind her, trying to thwart her efforts to bring Thrawn back into the known galaxy. Her doesn't need her spy network to be effective in tracking your every move, since when you made your objectives known.

The few remaining guards halted just outside the walls, forming a desperate defensive ring, their eyes scanning the dense forest for any sign of the mysterious figure hunting them. Ready to blast anything that moved.

Morgan waited calmly for you to attack the remaining survivors below. She was ready to demand that you show yourself once you were done with the army she had sent out. The losses meant nothing to her—she remained unphased as she continues to look into the fog.