Pain. Horrible, unending pain. Ivor's mind was lost in sea of agony, and a fog of burning, searing heat in his gut. The disruptor blast had done for him, he could feel that for sure. Cursing the Mandalorian's luck, Ivor could barely keep his eyes open in what he knew had to be his last moments. The Umbaran infiltrator had been mostly invisible, so it had to have been cursed luck.
Reeling in shock, the tall Umbaran fell to the floor, smoke rising from the massive hole in his midsection. His stealth systems had all failed, and he very visibly sank to the deck, which was mercifully still, for a moment.
Ivor used what strength he had left to raise an accusing arm and point at the Mandalorian holding his beloved Ripper.
That's.... my.... gun.... you......... kriffing........... Mand...a.....lorian.
His failing armor systems translated his last words into basic in the same emotionless droid voice it always used.
It was somehow fitting, his end. Ivor cursed, Ivor hated, and Ivor very much died. Lifeless, his body sank to the deck, unmoving, smoke still rising from the body. Around him the ship rocked and rumbled, very much in its death throes. The Captain and crew, even Kur and the Dozen were forgotten, as, just near the bridge of the doomed Lady Edith; Ivor Inquaart, known as Eyes, breathed out his last. Soon, the pirate, his crew, and his flagship would follow.
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