Sorr never felt so afraid in his life.
Just a few months ago, Sorr was basking in the relative peace of Alderaan. Staring at the large Mountains from his family estate and imagining what treasures could lurk beneath the Mountains. Could it be hidden treasure? A beautiful maiden? Sorr would look away to the horizon, to the stars his eyes glistening wondering how big the Galaxy could be. It was constantly expanding with new planets being discovered every day. It was a blissful innocence away from the war that waging in the other side of the Core Worlds. Sorr remembered wanting to leave his home, to carve a name for himself, to be more than just a meat puppet for his Dad.
But here he was facing certain death from a man who had tried everything to kill Sorr. A beautiful Chiss woman desperately clinging onto his leg. Tiaza gave him more words of encouragement even a wink. Rory gave a small smirk his fingers twitching inches away from reaching the black Blaster Bolt nestled inside his holster. His blue eyes stuck on Sorr's fearful, brown eyes. "
I can't do this," Sorr thought. "
I can't beat him."
Sorr has never hurt anyone much less killed anyone. Rory has 40 years as a mercenary and a Smuggler. To live as long as him, he had to be a fast draw and more importantly: A ruthless pragmatist. All Sorr had was his brains and it won't do him good in this standoff. The young man thought about Dagmar: His older brother and how he would take him fishing near the Alderaan lakes. "
Dag," Sorr would say to his brother a week before he left to fight the Brotherhood.
"How do you overcome fear?"
"You stand your ground," Dagmar would say reeling in some Fish.
"The only time a person can be brave if he's afraid."
Sorr slowly placed his hand on the holster, the fear in his eyes slowly dissipating. His eyebrows crinkled into a frown his fingers slowly reaching towards his holster. He and Rory were 5 feet apart, the control panel was behind Rory. From the corner of his eye, Sorr could see Rory getting closer to his Pistol. The young man did the same, his mind was only focused on one thing and one thing only and that was to protect Tiaza. As he reached his pistol, Sorr immediately fired on Rory's shoulder while he drew his weapon. The man gave a screech of pain before falling down back first.
"Take that!" Sorr shouted nearly losing his balance. "Oh....." Sorr muttered. "I think I'm going to....."
The young man threw up puking all over the floor but flushed with victory. "Sorry Tiaza," Sorr said holstering his pistol and picking her up. "Are you okay?"
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