Spaceman
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The loud thud of flesh hitting metal filled the room for a moment; and it was gone. Following it, a pained and terrified shriek, accompanied once more with whimpers and ragged breaths. A human arm severed from its user lay on the ground, clutching the hilt of a red bladed lightsaber. Even amputation would not halt his determination. Yet his bravado left him, evident from the terrified whimpers he whispered from corrupted lips. The smell of burnt flesh pervaded the room as a second party took a step closer to the whimpering mess, who had fell on the floor along with his arm.
"I tried to be merciful with you. You wouldn't listen." The attacker explained.
"I would rather die with my honor than submit to the Jedi." The whimpering man said with sudden confidence, peeling the last word away like it was a disgusting thing he despised even mentioning.
A silence followed, and finally the attacker lowered his lightsaber, turning it off and reaching behind him to place it on his belt, along with the other. "If your honor is to lose terribly and cry like a baby, then you can keep it in death."
His hand rose once more and pointed at the defeated Sith, and sparks traveled the length of his fingers until his entire hand burst with bright blue electricity, rushing to the defeated man in an instant, killing him.
A sense of relief crept into the living man, just as the scent of even more burning flesh crept still into the room. Finally, he could return to Kashyyk. His hand lowered finally, and the red lightsaber belonging to his deceased foe spun out of the severed hand and into his.
He inspected it loosely and placed it on his belt with the others as he turned his attention to the corpse in front of him again. "Glory is of no use to the dead." He said softly, and turned completely away from the body, moving to the large pane windows the room held. He stared out of them briefly as he watched the prisoners he freed exit the building, looking around in confusion. He averted his gaze slightly upwards and kept focus on the transport that he had called to pick them up.
On the planet of Tammar, a distress signal was sent out approximately 20 hours ago. Corban went to the planet to investigate, and discovered that civilians were being kidnapped and taken to be primed for slavery in a large private compound, that had once been a factory for weapons parts. Slavers who ran the operation managed to convince a Sith Acolyte to over see and protect them. But now that Sith Acolyte was dead, and all attempts to begin a slave trade on the surface of the planet were thwarted. The desert of the planet's surface blew dust all around the relatively small transport ship.
With no one else to oppose him, he could rest easy. All that was left was for the transport to take off and leave, and he could finally put this mind at ease.
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