"Gatano Tarahn, friend. Pleased to meet you. And no worries, every dog has his day." Gatano replied, giving a short bow. "I didn't find much on our compatriot here, mind if I keep-"
Suddenly, cold gripped the ship like a vise, chilling Gatano to the core. He felt cold, confused... Afraid?
But there was nothing to fear... No enemy, no immediate danger. Not until he watched in horror as Kha'ro fell backwards, clutching the hilt of a red lightsaber, blade extended into the young jedi's chest. His paralyzingly painful scream of "No!!" as he fell backwards made Gatano's blood curdle. He saw the jedi's murders come forth from the shadows, a tall helmeted man in a black suit, a red Zabrak with black tattoos dressed in black robes, a pale Muun barely breathing through a mask, and a cackling, shriveled old man wearing a hood.
He crawled backwards in a desperate attempt to get away. His lightsabers vanished from his belt, and his blaster disintegrated like cotton in a fire. He felt a dark force all around him, a cold and terrible influence, sourced from the body of the dead mercenary. It was terrifying.
He felt relieved though, seeing some of his friends suddenly appear before his eyes in a flash of bright light, an orange Twi'lek, a dark-skinned human, and Mandalorian bounty hunter he once knew. He witnessed as each of apparitions before him charged forward to his defence. But each was struck down violently by the four Sith. Gatano could only utter one word as each of his friends were killed.
"No!!!"
He woke up in a blink. Realizing it was just a vision. He looked for Kha'ro, who was still standing, alive and well. "What... Just happened?" He asked, staring at the small red pyramid in Kha'ro's hands.
