Q'Anilia
Exiled Master Jedi
"Worms! Such a primitive race, these fleshlings" Scourge was floating in orbit around the planet, listening to humanity as well as the band of heroes that had taken 6191 under their wings.
He then suddenly dropped, falling towards the planet rather than remaining in orbit. It took very little time before he fell through the atmosphere and raced down towards the surface of the planet. His green color was swiftly fading in the heat and force of his entry through the atmosphere, as he now appeared like nothing other than a massive fireball falling from the sky.
He of course was not falling directly in the direction of the heroes. They weren't his target. He couldn't care less about the breeze of resistance that they, or the gorvernments of the planet could prove to be. He would torch this world, torch their civilization, tap their science and move on. Of course wait with moving on until he had watched it burn properly.
As Scourge had torn through the skies for a long enough time, he rapidly neared a relatively large city. A city he with intention had aimed on, for once he impacted, it wouldn't take long until the government would start mobilizing, and he'd take in even more communication between these ... humans.
A blinding flash.
The shockwave of the impact stretched miles beyond the city, tearing trees and stone from their place, drying lakes and shattering asphalt where the shockwave touched. In the center of what previously was a city was now a massive crater. Within this crater, within all the smoke, fire and ruins did the 300 feet tall machine rise. The explosion had not even scratched him, and the heat from his body had faded and he was now back in his green color. He looked around, studying the ruins with a dark laughter echoing the vicinity.
As he began walking, he crushed anything beneath his feet, be it buildings, cars, or the ants that went by the name of humans.
"Tremble and despair, humanity. Scourge has come to this world"