"Yeah. Spaceport. Right." Gavin took down the street towards the spaceport as battledroids stomped through the streets, swiveling back and forth with their weapons locked and cocked. He could hear buildings being demolished in-between reports of blaster fire from the residential district. The Krayt Dragon was still on the warpath. He saw the streaks of blood on what was left of entire buildings as he walked passed, and he tried to care. He couldn't. Most of the people in the city were just like him, only worse. They fought for themselves, not for their families, not for a code. They murdered and stole, taking out anyone who got in their way. If Gavin was honest with himself, he would say drawing the Dragon was justice. But as he rounded the corner and saw the bloodied, broken body of a small child. His heart broke. It was his fault. He could see it. The small boy, hiding in the alley-way, crying for his mother. The horrible dragon's 10 legs stomping down the street. He tried to stifle the tears as it passed his hiding spot, but he couldn't. The beast turned around, roaring at the defenseless child. The last thing that boy saw was hell. Gavin wiped away tears with his offhand, and continued to trudge down the broken streets.
As he reached the spaceport, his shoulder squeaked from the constant load that was put on it. He reached for his transceiver, calling the woman. "Hey. I'm here. Where are your men?"