"No, you don't understand. I destroy them. I make it impossible for them to hurt me again. I grind them and grind them until they don't even exist."-Ender Wiggin, Ender's Game
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The Skykiller sat in one of the cantinas of Nar Shadaa. Not the best establishment, but it was better than the Refugee Sector.
He fingered the hilt of the bastard sword he carried. It was long, black, and had intricate gold markings down its blade. He called it Axmir, and all but worshipped it.
Skykiller glanced around. He saw two females, and the rest were men. Everybody owned a weapon. Some had more.
A pale figure walked in. He wiped what looked like blood off of his chin, and took a spot in the shadows.
"Lep, will you ever leave the shadows?" asked the barkeep.
"Data, until you sell blood in vials, no."
That's disgusting," complained the older female patron. "Must you suck the life from people?"
The vampire looked up. "Yes. I become… hungry, if I do not. And murderous. Do you wish to die, Virvel?"
"Shallow threats. And keep Etaik in its sheath."
Lep smiled, and watched, as the Skykiller was.
Data turned to the newest patron. "So, what's your story?"
The Skykiller responded in a dead voice. "I don't have one. I've helped too many others with their stories, I haven't made mine."
Another man snorted. "Y'sound like Lep. Trying to be badass. Get over yourself. Who died?"
The other female patron glared. "Shut up, Irish. Give him a break; he's new." She turned to him. "My name's Rose. And you are…?"
"The Skykiller."
"Sounds familiar. Do I know you?"
"No."
"Oh…"
The conversation ended there.
The patrons started to leave; Rose, Irish, and two men they called Free and Kratos walked out, Virvel, a Zif, and…. Sax? went upstairs to their respective apartments, and Lep sulked into the basement.
Data offered a place. "You could sleep in here."
Skykiller nodded. Data snapped his fingers, and a mat appeared. Another snap and he was gone. A note appeared in Skykiller's hand. It read:
Not witchcraft.
Time Lord.
--Data
Skykiller lay down, and fell asleep….