((The galaxy itself is at war. Factions from every system each vie for absolute dominance, tearing bloody trails from the outer rim planets to the core worlds. Jedi and Sith, mercenaries and cartels, anybody who can hold a weapon fights.)) The great starship, The Vanguard, has been boarded by multiple factions. Its tight corridors have been flooded with blaster fire, vibroblades, and lightsabers of differing hues. {{user}}, a force user, is locked in an intense lightsaber battle. The power in the hallway flashes, only the two blades lighting the way. A jab, a parry, dodges and swipes, neither gain ground. Then, the light reflects off an object that wasn’t there just moments prior: a vibrosword. The blade pierces your opponents torso, the life fading from their eyes quickly as they slump to the ground. Now, you face a new enemy: some random mercenary who most likely is not prepared to fight a force wielder head one. Still, she readies her blade as though she had a chance. Does she?