Space Marine in Star Wars

===Sebastian===

"Damn Jedi," Sebastian grumbled as he sat quietly in the cargo bay of the Nubian. Maximus had requested that he be transported off Coruscant in secret, so as not to raise alarms with the natives or the Jedi they were traveling with. Maximus's reasoning was simple: he didn't want to be stopped from leaving the planet and wasting any more time.

Now that they had finally left Coruscant, Sebastian could emerge from hiding. The space he occupied was cramped, but he shoved things aside with his shield before activating the lift. It took him up to the hallway, which connected to the rest of the ship.

Finally free from the lift, he walked into the room where everyone was gathered, noticing the two Jedi visibly stiffen. His optics scanned the room before focusing on Jar Jar, who also seemed frightened.

"Alien filth," Sebastian spat, raising his sword as he stepped forward.

The room broke into panic as the Black Templar advanced, ready to strike down the vile creature. But he was stopped by Maximus, who stepped in front of him.

"Hold, brother. Not here," Maximus said over their private vox.

"You would dare stop me from killing a Xeno?" Sebastian retorted venomously.

"For now, yes," Maximus replied. "This one seems to be some sort of pet for the Queen. I've thought about killing him myself, but I have a feeling it wouldn't go over well with the gathered company."

"We will... seek another opportunity," Maximus continued, placating his brother.

"I do not like this. We are the Adeptus Astartes. We make no concessions," Sebastian barked.

Maximus simply looked at his brother before Sebastian lowered his head. "But I will trust that you have our best interests at heart and mind,"

Turning around, Sebastian locked eyes with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, who looked pale at his presence.

"I know your faces. I saw you in that Temple of yours," he said, moving to sit on one of the massive crates in the room.

"What is the meaning of this?" Qui-Gon demanded sharply, looking at Maximus, who came to stand next to his brother.

"You have nothing to fear. We are on the same side, for now," Maximus replied, folding his massive arms across his chest.

"Same side?" Obi-Wan asked incredulously.

"He slaughtered dozens of our brothers and sisters, and you just expect us to say nothing? We're harboring a wanted mass murderer!" Obi-Wan said, his voice rising.

"Be silent," Sebastian's cold voice rang out. "I care not for your feelings on the matter. What happened at your so-called Temple was just. It was necessary. The Emperor demands it."

"You both are so... filled with hatred. The Council was right about you," Obi-Wan said, his hand reaching for his lightsaber.

"Reach for it," Maximus warned dangerously, "and I'll fulfill what I told you the first time we met."

Obi-Wan hesitated, his eyes flicking to his master for guidance.

"Why? Why would you kill so many of our Order? What have we ever done to you?" Qui-Gon asked, still reeling from the traumatic experience.

"Because I am hatred incarnate. Suffer not the alien to live," Sebastian replied, quoting an ancient text. "It's not what you did that angered me—it's what you failed to do. Do you see this?" He gestured to the silver pauldron on his left shoulder, adorned with strange symbols.

"This marks me as one who kills every filthy xeno I encounter. Save for a few..." He glanced at Jar Jar before continuing, "Lesser species. But those at your Temple? They were a threat to humanity, so I did what I do best: I slaughtered them."

Sebastian's words hung in the air, heavy with malice and conviction. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as his gaze shifted between the Jedi and Jar Jar, the latter trembling under his piercing stare. Obi-Wan's hand remained inches from his lightsaber, but the tension in the air was palpable, almost suffocating.

Qui-Gon was the first to speak, his voice calm but laced with disbelief. "But this... this is madness. The Jedi are not your enemies. We are defenders of peace."

Sebastian's lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. "Peace?" He scoffed. "Your peace is nothing more than a veil to hide your weakness. You claim to defend, but you only delay the inevitable. Humanity's future is not one of tolerance and understanding. It is one of survival."

Maximus stepped forward, his imposing presence adding weight to the conversation. "Enough. We will speak no more of this." he said, his voice rumbling like thunder. "The mission comes first. There will be no more distractions. We move forward."

Obi-Wan shot a wary glance at Maximus, but the larger warrior's steely gaze held no room for argument. "And what of our Order? What of those you've already slaughtered? You cannot just... erase the lives of so many."

Maximus's red optics bore into him, but it was Sebastian who answered, his tone sharp as a blade. "They were weak. Your ideals endangered everything the Imperium holds dear. You have failed to see the truth, and they paid the price for it."

Qui-Gon stepped forward, his voice growing stronger despite the overwhelming threat before him. "You think your Emperor's will justifies this slaughter? You believe that murdering innocents is a path to salvation?"

Sebastian stood, his eyes burning with fervor. "Yes." he said simply.

Jar Jar, who had been silently quaking in the corner, now looked between the two sides. His voice trembled as he spoke up, "Yousa don't haffa do dis... Isa no reason! Why hurt all da people? Why not try to understand each other?"

Sebastian turned his gaze on Jar Jar, his lip curling in disgust. "Were we speaking to you, cretin?" He asked, to which Jar Jar shrank once more.

Maximus stepped in, his large hand resting on Sebastian's shoulder. "Enough, Brother. They will understand the Emperor's will in time." he said, his tone commanding. "We're wasting time. We are not here to argue the morality of our actions. We have a greater purpose. The Jedi are not our concern for now."

Sebastian's expression softened, but only slightly. He gave a curt nod.

Obi-Wan's jaw tightened, and he exchanged a glance with Qui-Gon. They were still processing the brutality and unrelenting hatred they had witnessed. But even as they stood in the presence of these men—these warriors—Obi-Wan couldn't help but wonder: What had made them this way?

Maximus turned toward the door, signaling the end of the conversation. "Prepare yourselves. We will arrive on Naboo soon."

As the others began to disperse, Obi-Wan stood rooted to the spot, his mind racing. This was no longer just a mission. They were being drawn into something much darker than they had anticipated. The line between enemy and ally was becoming dangerously blurred, and Obi-Wan had the uneasy feeling that they were heading straight into the heart of it.

Qui-Gon placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "We'll find a way to stop them, Obi-Wan. We have to."

Obi-Wan nodded, though the doubt in his heart remained. They had no idea what they were truly up against.

And worse, he was beginning to think that maybe... just maybe... the darkness was looking right at him.

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As they entered Naboo's orbit, Obi-Wan felt the familiar tingling of a dark presence trying to invade his mind. To his surprise, Qui-Gon gripped his shoulder and turned him toward him.

"Is this what you felt last time, when we entered and left the planet?" Qui-Gon asked. Obi-Wan nodded.

"It is, Master. But this time it's more subdued, as if something is drawing it away." He paused, trying to make sense of the sensation. "It's almost like being in a large body of water with a mass of black ink at one end. The tendrils of it are slowly bleeding toward me, against the current."

The last time he had felt it, the darkness had been all-encompassing, as though he had been submerged in the ink from the start, with the Force struggling to wash it away.

"This will need to be in our report," Qui-Gon said, and Obi-Wan agreed.

At the other side of the cabin, the two Astartes stood, conversing quietly over the ship's comms.

"The capital has been overrun by the automata," Raxor's voice came through. "I've set up a base to the south of the city."

"Understood. We'll be dropped off at your location and discuss our plans then," Maximus replied, standing near Padmé and Sebastian.

Raxor didn't respond, and the comms unit went silent.

"And what about us?" Padmé asked, looking up at Maximus. "What will we do?"

"You will stay out of trouble. I have no wish for you to die. If that were to happen, I'd need to find your replacement," Maximus replied coldly, his transhuman mentality evident.

"I will not stand by while my people die!" Padmé snapped, following him toward the door as they neared the location of Raxor's base.

The ship came to a halt, and the door opened, revealing a lush landscape. Below, a massive plain stretched out, covered with hundreds of thousands of droids—tanks, transports, walkers, and more—gathered for one final assault on the planet.

Raxor and Sebastian joined Maximus as the Ultramarine gazed down at the sea of metal, folding his arms.

Padmé squeezed between Maximus and Sebastian, slapping the latter's thigh to make him take a step back. He growled but complied, and Padmé looked up at Maximus, pointing toward the gathered armies.

"I've promised you my support if you free my planet and save my people," she said, her voice firm. "Now tell me—how are you three going to defeat all of those droids?"

Maximus ignored her question, turning instead to Raxor. "Did you bring it?"

Raxor nodded. "It's here."

"Then bring it out," Maximus ordered.

Raxor pressed a button on his wrist, and the cargo bay of the ship opened. A massive metal box was revealed, and Padmé stepped forward to see what it contained. As the box opened, she saw a towering set of armor inside—a Devastator-class Centurion suit, its polished blue and gold plating gleaming under the light. The suit was enormous, far larger than anything she had ever seen. Its imposing, angular frame was designed for heavy combat, with reinforced pauldrons, a wide chestplate, and an array of weaponry mounted across its frame.

Padmé's voice caught in her throat. "What is this...?"

Maximus, standing tall beside her, didn't look at her. His focus remained on the droids below. "A Centurion-class suit," he said, his tone flat. "Capable of laying waste to entire battle lines. It's a weapon, not just armor."

Raxor nodded, his face obscured by the helmet of his own power armor. "This model was designed for devastating assault. It comes with an array of weaponry including shoulder mounted Grav-cannons, chest mounted missiles, and an almost endless amount of heavy bolter rounds."

Padmé's eyes narrowed, but she stepped forward again, shaking her head. "But... there's no way a single suit can turn the tide against all those droids."

"You're wrong," Maximus said, his voice cold and confident. "The Centurion suit is a weapon unlike anything this galaxy is prepared for. It will tear through their lines and break them. With it, we can shatter their advance and buy the time we need to strike at the heart of their forces."

Padmé stared at him, but Maximus's expression remained as unreadable as ever under his helmet, still staring at the droid army. He wasn't interested in debating.

"This battle isn't about holding ground," he continued. "It's about taking the initiative and delivering a blow they won't recover from."

Padmé remained silent for a moment, absorbing his words. Though she still had doubts, she knew that what was unfolding before her was their best shot at ending the war.

"And what will you two be doing?" Padmé asked, looking at the Salamander and Black Templar.

Sebastian simply raised his sword, pointing toward the massive Lucrehulk-class battleship high in the atmosphere.

"While Maximus secures the planet, we will destroy their ships," Raxor said simply.

Maximus's voice cut through the tension. "They're starting to advance. Now is the time for action. Prepare yourselves."

Raxor and Sebastian both nodded, then began walking toward the Scimitar, while Maximus took one last look at the enemy army before turning to Padmé.

"How can you be so confident in yourself?" she asked, her voice almost pleading, as if she hadn't expected to risk so much on so little.

Maximus's expression didn't change. "I am over two hundred and fifty years old. In my long life, I began killing when I was just a ten-year-old boy, and I never stopped. At sixteen, I went to war for the first time, and I have never ceased. At seventy, I banished my first Greater Daemon—though he still seeks me on the battlefield from time to time. I have fought Necron armies that dwarf this one a hundred times over. This is nothing compared to the horrors I've faced."

Padmé hesitated, absorbing his words. She didn't understand half of what he said but a small part of the unease in her chest dissipated. She wanted to believe in Maximus's confidence, but the scale of the threat they were facing seemed insurmountable. The sheer number of droids, the looming presence of the battleship in orbit—it was hard to imagine how they could succeed. But she didn't have the luxury of doubt now.

"Then let's hope your experience is enough," she said softly, her voice firming.

Maximus gave a slight nod, his gaze returning to the battlefield. "It will be."

Without another word, he turned and moved toward the others, his heavy footsteps echoing in the tense silence. Padmé watched him go, feeling the weight of the coming battle press down on her, but she couldn't turn away. She had made her choice. Her people's fate was now tied to this group of warriors, no matter how impossible their mission seemed.

The sound of the Scimitar's engines powering up snapped her from her thoughts as the sleek craft began to lift off, cutting through the air with deadly precision.

Padmé took a deep breath and turned toward Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, who stood quietly beside her.

"Let's hope they will succeed."

Padmé nodded, though she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was waiting for them, just beyond their reach. She could feel it, like an unspoken presence in the air.

As Sebastian and Raxor got situated in the ship, Maximus turned his gaze toward the Centurion suit—his suit. It had been years since he had worn it, but that didn't slow him down. He moved toward the massive armor with purpose.

As he climbed into the suit, he felt the familiar tug of its machine spirit, resisting his command, fighting for control. But Maximus was resolute. He clamped down on it with iron will, forcing the suit to bend to his command.

The cargo bay door opened, revealing the vast army of droids below, their countless forms sprawled across the battlefield.

"May the Emperor protect you, brother," Raxor and Sebastian said in unison.

Maximus took a massive step forward in the Centurion, his voice cold and unnaturally deep.

"I am Oblivion. I am Destruction. I am... Doom."

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