Honor
The warrior stood at the crest of the mountain.
His eyes had wandered to the large marble fountain.
He was Te'hiedo, a Blooded warrior.
In his hand he had a spear, and so he moved forward.
Down to the fountain where the water ran clear,
Down to the fading body of his master, Kentrir.
The Blooded warrior knelt beside the master.
He quickly scanned the area with his plasma caster.
And then to his master he did turn.
Soon, he knew, the Oomans would return.
"Are you a yautja of honor?" asked the master.
"Master, I am. And you are fading much faster."
"This I know," the Yautja croaked.
And then said Kentrir, "You know what to do."
Te'hiedo nodded, and then stood.
The master looked up, and knew this was good.
And then, with one mighty blow,
Te'hiedo forced down his spear, the master did not die slow.
Just as this happened, the Oomans arrived.
And so Te'hiedo cloaked, retreated to the hills, and survived.
Te'hiedo never forgot that day
And so he lived his life, and was happy to say:
"My master taught me honor, and all of its ways."