The noose is tight and heavy around his neck, feeling like a heavy snake constricting harder and harder with every passing moment. Jeers fill the air, foul, rotten smiles, disgusting-looking grins on face after face. How can a smile make someone look so, so much uglier? And it kept getting harder to breath. His lungs were burning, it's as if someone stuffed newspaper inside them and set them on fire, and now they're just slowly watching him die…and, well…they are. They tore off his beautiful blue jacket when he tried to run, and not a single one of them stopped to ask why someone like him had so many scars and cuts on his body.
Why would they? People like them…even some OF these "fine folks" had given him those ugly marks on his frame. He'd almost made it into the house to close and lock the door when someone got lucky and actually lasso'd him, yanking him down the front steps, and now…now they were hanging him in front of his own home. If this was only just a month ago maybe his father would be rushing out to save him, but no he's on his own. He was vulnerable, and he had made it clear to others in his community he was gay.
This was something they couldn't accept. To them, it meant he'd been born morally blackened. It went against their beliefs in a just, fair God. And so such a blackened thing had to be gotten rid of. HE would have to be gotten rid of. God forbid his very presence make them question their faith a little. And God forbid some of them perhaps found the red-haired young man attractive, with his well-built frame. They had to kill their shame.
Kendall can't breathe.
He can't breathe.
He can't…breathe…
Can't…head…swimmy…spots…flaring up…before his…eyes…
Is that…a barbeque he smells…? Something's cooking nearby? Why does it feel so much hotter all around-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The red-haired young man awoke with a horrific start. His hair was a mess, even more fringe flopping over his face than normal as he groaned and held his head in his hands, taking in deep, long breaths, trying to calm himself down. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth, and think of some calming scenery. A beach, long sand, the ocean stretching out before you. A huge, grassy valley. Fields of flowers. A soothing clearing in a deep forest with cute little woodland critters.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
"Okay…okay…okay. I'm okay. I'm okay."
Zachary Archimedes Cadence Kendall reached across from his bed, his thick, grey and white comforter blankets he slept in utterly soaked in sweat from his body as he grabbed hold of a bottle of water on a nearby bedstand, and a small bottle of pills. He popped the top open of both, and tossed a couple of little, tic-tac-sized, pastel blue pills into his mouth and sloshed them around with the water before giving a loud gulp. Then he put both the bottles away and stood up, walking to the bathroom and deciding to pour himself a relaxing bath.
He tossed in a "bath bomb" from the little cupboard he kept his medical and bathroom supplies in, and the bath began to fill up with soothing blue crystals as the water finished pouring and he eased himself in, taking a deep, long sigh. He felt disappointed in himself. He was sure he'd had the PTSD symptoms under control, he'd been taking the medication every single night and he hadn't had a dream like that for months now.
But…evidently not. He supposed that it was a relapse. He didn't know what he expected, an attempted lynching wasn't something most people would get over, not ever. But he should look at himself as lucky, he was alive. And despite the many scars and cuts and worst of all, the ugly, FOUL garroted ring around his neck that made it clear what had befallen him…he was alive. He was ALIVE.
And he had a big day today. Today, at long last, was his first day as head nurse at the free clinic on Nar Shadaa.
He let out a yawn as he rose out of the bath and got himself dry, getting his clothing on. His favorite dark blue jacket, big and thick and kinda floppy, his camo pants, black shoes, he looked himself over in the mirror, his blue eyes a-shining. His kind, Logosian, were very similar to humans, save for the rather unusual shine in their eye. A white geam that faintly brimmed around the pupil, and when the light caught it, it seemed to make the pupil itself turn white. There were, of course, other advantages to being Logosian, including a tremendous control over every single part of your body in a way few others had…
It was that control that made him such a good nurse and a great assistant to Dr. Morgan, who ran the free clinic. Kendall was soon making his way down from his apartment, and down the street, the towering, dark structures of the back alleys of Nar Shadaa rising high around him. Occasionally a window would gleam as a light turned on, but for the most part, it was early morning and all was dark, almost like night itself. The streets were a dark grey color, only a few people walking around as hovercars soared overhead, streaking like small, gleaming little boxes.
The clinic was in a building a block away in a rounded-top little place, with a large sign that read "Morgan Medical Clinic" on the front in bright neon during the night. When the day came, it switched to a slightly gaudier color scheme, but it got people's attention all the same. Through the revolving door Kendall went, passing by a few people in the waiting room outside, the secretary sighing as he looked over a chart that a black-eyed, green-skinned alien with small spikes a-jutting from his head and bulbous-tipped fingers had given to him. The secretary got a small pair of pince-nez glasses off his desk with a tentacle, the rather octopus-esque being examining the chart.
"Okay, this all looks good. You should be warned though sir, Rodanian medicine isn't Dr. Morgan's specialty."
"Luckily I know a lot about them." Kendall remarked aloud as he stopped and turned back to pat the patient on the back. "I'll be happy to help you, sir, once I get my uniform on." He nodded and turned to the secretary. "It'll be fine, Orville, I've got it."
The Rodanian's tubular-esque mouth turned into a smile as he sat down, Orville giving Kendall a nod of his big, slightly rubbery head. Orville was a really sweet guy who'd worked at the Hutt palace for a good decade before losing his job because he was caught sneaking snacks the Hutts were allergic to into work. He'd been lucky to get away with all his tentacles intact. Now he worked for them, and thankfully, none of the nursing staff nor Dr. Morgan were allergic to "Poofy Bites".
Eager to get to work, Kendall headed into the small closet, getting on his uniform. Nice white gloves, shirt, pants, a facial mask, gloves, the whole shebang. And, of course, his little nametag. "Hi! I'm Kendall!" And TODAY…underneath that…
"Head Nurse". Not "Nurse Practioner". Head. Nurse.
"I got a good, good feeling about today." He thought to himself as he walked back to let the Rodanian from before come on inside the clinic officially, into one of the patient rooms. Dr. Morgan waved at him from across the way, in the next room. He was, at the moment, tending to a normal human teen who had some very unpleasant wounds. Luckily, the Killik doctor was very skilled.
Like all Killiks, he was insectoid in appearance, looking like a mix of coleoptera and hymenoptera. Big sort of beetle-esque backside, a faintly hornet-esque head with a mandibled maw, four arms with sharp claws, several antannae sliding back from his skull and with deep orange eyes with dark black pupils as he looked the brown-haired young woman over. "These are some very unpleasant wounds indeed, how did you say you got them?" He asked aloud. He couldn't "speak" with his mouth, like most Kiliks, he communicated with a mixture of methods, inlcuding pheremonal and electromagnetic transmissions to similar aliens to his kind, and outright telepathy to others.
"I…fell in the shower." The woman mumbled.
Dr. Morgan knew she was lying through her teeth. You didn't have to be psychic to know when someone was lying. He had seen this sort of injury many times before. It was, without a doubt, abuse. But since she was so young, being only 13, he had to ask.
"Is everything alright with your parents?"
"My mom isn't handling my father's death well." She said quickly. "He got killed at those protests a while back, the Dyad's men found him at work and…look, can you just patch me up?"
"It would appear you actually have some internal injuries, based on the scans. I will have to take more time than a simple application of Bacta." He told her.
Luckily for Kendall, HIS patient didn't need internal surgery. He smiled at one of the other nurses, Nurse Therra, who helped him get the Rodanian into the chair in the patient room, the twi'lek's floppy head tentacles sliding down past her red-skinned cheeks as she adjusted the chair. "There. Is that good?"
"Yes, it feels very nice." He said as she took the Rodanian's temperature and Kendall looked over the chart the patient had.
"Okay, we're going to do a simple blood test." He told the Rodanian. "We'll find the right dosage depending on the results we get back." He added as he held up a small injector that would take a little blood from the patient just by pushing it onto his skin. "Now, you're going to feel just a little PINCH. Are you ready?" He inquired softly.
The Rodanian nodded as Kendall patted his shoulder and then knelt down and applied it to his arm. Soon he was analyzing the blood as Dr. Morgan called Therra into the room with him, as well as Nurse Jane, "Painkiller Jane" as Kendall liked to think of her as because she was so good at applying anesthetics, and Nurse Lomi, another Gran like Jane. The two almost coulda been twins, it was scary how much the multiple-eye-stalk-having aliens looked alike. Nice, big, muscular build, same smile, they even wore similar clothing.
It was a good thing that a lot of people came to the clinic lately. It showed a real need existed, that their work here was important. Especially with those awful protest injuries. People exercising their most basic of rights, the right of free speech, had been attacked. They'd first done meetings in the privacy of their own homes, then loosely organized gatherings, then finally in Nar Shadaa, out in the open. But the reactions from those who ran Nar Shadaa weren't really pleasant at all. In the Outer Rim territories, dissent against people like Grakkus the Hutt or his compatriots was not tolerated.
It didn't help that the place was already a haven for outlaws who were just fine with the Hutt Clan offering money to basically beat the shit out of unarmed protestors…or to kill them. Hey, if your money was good…free speech, schmee speech. Luckily, most of the protestors had gotten away, much to the local commandant's embarrassment. But just because most got away it didn't mean they got away scott free, a lot of them had been very badly hurt.
Thank goodness for this clinic, and for Dr. Morgan. It was good work they did there, Kendall thought to himself. Had he still been on Logos, his people might have said he was doing God's work, but Kendall didn't much believe in God at all. He never really had, and never really would. Kendall put no real stock in things he couldn't truly verify, be it a god, be it the Force, be it the innate goodness of people. He put his trust in those who earned it, and Dr. Morgan had earned his ten times over by being a wonderful employer and just a great, decent person.
That wasn't to say that Kendall didn't sympathize with the protestors and their causes. He understood the philosophy of nonviolent resistance. And the strategy tended to work in the long run. The problem was the "long run" could take years, maybe even decades, and millions could die in the meantime. Yes, nonviolent resistance required more courage than combat, but honestly, armed resistance would be, in the end, what brought people like the Hutts and their compatriots, the "Dyad", down. Kendall sometimes wondered if he should contact the resistance directly and get more involved, but he had a pretty good job here, and he was doing good work. So if it wasn't broke…don't fix it.
"Okay, based on the results of the blood test, you definitely have a mild case of Nobliar's Syndrome, so here…" Kendall began looking through the cupboard up above the table in "Patient Room 3". "You're going to want to take several of these. Two a day ideally, if you feel even worse, three." He handed the Rodanian a bottle of pills and nodded. "Now listen, these will combat the symptoms and, also ideally, will allow your body to fight Nobliar's Syndrome off. But if it gets worse, we'll have to bring you in for a hardcore Bacta bath, and we'll take the next necessary steps." Kendall told him as he showed off a small little tank of Bacta, the colorless, viscous fluid slopping about in the tank.
"What's IN bacta anyway?" The Rodanian wanted to know as Kendall beamed, his eyes practically glowing.
"Oh, it's fascinating! It's a mix of red alazhi and kavam bacterial particles. You mix them together with ambori, and the particles seek out wounds and promote rapid tissue regeneration while preventing the emergence of scar tissue. It really is astounding."
"Miraculous, really."
"Nah, just science, my friend." Kendall chuckled. "The "miracle" of modern medicine and thank goodness we use it over kolto. Kolto's less effective, takes far longer to heal you. A kolto for your cuts, sure, but no more than that."
"Have you ever considered trying to get your throat healed with bacta, sir?" The Rodanian asked Kendall as Kendall inwardly cringed. He knew that, when people asked about his throat, most of them meant well, and were just legitimately concerned about what appeared to be a really awful, horrible injury. The tenets of the Logosian way of life had stressed that to forgive was divine. God, if you were willing, forgave all your sins. Well…he wasn't God. So he didn't have to forgive those motherfuckers who'd lynched him.
"Thanks, but…I actually want to keep it. Sometimes you want the scars." He remarked as he led the Rodanian out of the room, and down the hallway to the waiting room, noticing something very odd. Orville was slightly quivering in fear and emanating a clear sense of nervousness, all the other patients were gone, and a slightly irritated-looking human woman with brown hair tied back into a small ponytail with dark brown eyes and two earrings in her left ear was standing there in the doorway. She had her hands on her hips and she looked very impatient indeed, and was wearing a white shirt with a dark brown vest, a pair of pants that didn't reach all the way down to the top of her darker boots, a thick belt loaded up with various pouches, and a small pack on her back. She had armbands on as well, the same color as her dark brown belt, and she tilted her head a bit as she looked at Kendall.
"You're a nurse? Ah, Head Nurse. Can you let the doctor know I need to see him immediately?"
"Oh, uh…he's rather busy with a patient who has internal injuries. I can treat you though, depending on the nature of your injury, ma'am." Kendall offered as the Rodanian headed out the door and Orville gulped.
"Kendall, she really, REEEEAAALLY wants to see the doctor."
"Indeed. Still…" The woman looked him over. "You might suffice. I happen to have my own internal injuries, I was regrettably badly wounded in a fight and my stomach feels as though it's on fire." She said, her voice having a faint, almost fancy-sounding accent to it. Kendall thought, very faintly, he could feel a strange, weird tingling sensation in the back of his head, that was creeping over his fingers as he led her into the patient room. She put her little pack down as she sat in the chair, and he began to scan her over
"Oh my, this is terrible!" He proclaimed, looking mortified. "Yes, your…your stomach and your intestines are…" Kendall was positively stunned. "However are you still alive, ma'am?"
"I'm a very skilled healer in my own right, Logosian. Its not a miracle, it's my own skill. But I can't do THIS, unfortunately. I could only keep myself alive through sheer…well, I suppose you'd call it willpower. But there's a limit even to that. So, I need your assistance posthaste." She insisted as Kendall nodded and quickly got out an anesthetic from the closet. "No. No, no, I want to be AWAKE for this."
"Ah, I wouldn't call it a miracle, ma'am. I don't believe in the like. As for the medicine here, I can…ease the dosage so it doesn't knock you out, but you'll still feel a lot of pain even with the dosage level." Kendall admitted. "I mean, if I don't use a full dose, it'll feel like your insides are being squeezed and kneaded…because, frankly, I'm going to have to do that to get them back in their proper place!"
The woman looked surprised that Kendall was atheistic, most of the galaxy knew the Logosian people as ridiculously religious. This was very unusual. But before she could ask about this oddity, the pain flared up in her anew as she cringed. "No higher dosage. I want. To be. Awake." She insisted as Kendall nodded and held up the injector, giving her a smaller dose of the anesthetic. The woman's eyelids fluttered as she laid back in the chair, Kendall quickly getting his facial mask on, and pulling out tools from the nearby drawer built into the counter to his left.
A laser cutter would be what he'd use to open up her body to begin repairing the internal injuries. He bit his lip, carefully, slowly making the proper cuts as the woman chewed on her own lip, gripping the handles of the chair tightly and cringing. "ERGH…k-keep it up…" She insisted. "I can…take it."
The stomach was soon opened up, layers of flesh peeled back. It was truly terrible, obviously someone had tried to stab the woman and as a result of her attempt to heal the injury, her organs were where they shouldn't be. It was as if she was trying to stop the bleeding by making a tourniquet within her very body. This was going to be immensely tricky.
He got his Bacta ready as he began slowly, carefully unwinding the intestines, spraying Bacta every once in a while. His grip was astoundingly steady, his eyes slightly narrowed as he peered into her insides. Gently does it, he thought to himself, her frame shuddering as she cringed, sweat dribbling down past her cheeks, her forehead. She was moaning in pain, and trying in vain to hold back the clear tears she wanted to shed.
Luckily, he was nearly done, after what seemed like HOURS, he'd finally gotten the organs in their proper place as he applied the Bacta spray again, and then pulled out the clear culprit…a knife, foul, twisted and with little spikes atop the blade. Ah ha, that's what had done it.
"C-Careful, it's got a trap on it, don't hold the handle close to the bottom-" The woman began to say. Kendall let go of the knife, but too late! SPLORGHK! A foul, wet nose rang through the air, his hand had been cut…cut right off! The woman stared in surprise, Kendall cringing, gripping his stump as he looked down at the ground and the ugly trick knife, an extra blade popped out of the end. "It got me that way too." She muttered.
"Oh my, look at that, that's no good. Hold on. You may want to look away." Kendall said as he held up his stumpy hand section, the woman stunned. It…it wasn't bleeding. The wound was clearly open, but neither the arm nor hand were bleeding. Kendall focused a bit, and the hand then "walked", skitting over to the knife, "kicking" it to the far side across the ground. "I'll pick it up later." He remarked as the hand leaped up, onto the chair, then THWUMP! Attached itself back onto his arm.
It was as if it had never been cut off. The woman stared as Kendall smiled back at her. "I'm from the planet Logos, ma'am. An advantage to our bodies is that, if someone cuts a body part of, well, we can control such parts, and force them right back to us. It's quite helpful, really." He told her. "I've learned how to do operations and the like with one hand whilst the other goes to get supplies from the next room or tends to Dr. Morgan."
"Very intriguing." The woman said as she cringed and rubbed her forehead. "At any rate, I need to be going. I seem to be just fine at the moment and I need to meet my girlfriend at a restaurant to celebrate our anniversary together-" She looked up at the clock on the wall. "Oh shit. OH SHIT. I'm going to miss brunch if I don't get there NOW!" She yelled, immediately bolting out of the room, down the hall and out the door, Kendall sighing as he began to take off the gloves and to wash his hands, removing his facial mask before noticing that the woman had left behind her little pack. She had taken it off when she'd sat down.
Maybe she had her wallet in there, some way to identify her so he could give her things back. At the same time though, it was his break! He'd been working at the woman for a long time and he could finally take a little break. He peeked outside…
Ah, Dr. Morgan was still hard at work. Guess he would be eating alone. Kendall took the bag with him after he took his uniform off in the bathroom nearby, and he entered the little lounge room, going to the replicator they had to order himself a little something for brunch as well. He sat down with his usual mixture of eggs, a fruit or two, some strips of bacon and a few nice slices of cheese but then he felt that odd, strange, tingling sensation rise in him.
He turned, looking at the little dark brownish/black pack the woman had had. Hmm. He was so tempted to look in there right now. Then again, the woman would probably be back once she realized she'd left it behind.
…maybe just a tiny peek. Just in case she didn't come back. He wasn't going to rob her, he'd never do anything like that. He'd just look for her wallet, maybe she had a phone in there and he could call her girlfriend up from that and say "Hey, your girlfriend left her stuff at Dr. Morgan's clinic". So he reached inside the pack, and-
He stiffened. He felt something. Something in a specific shape, a shape he had read about, seen in books, seen on the news and in movies and in plays and in games. A very, very familiar shape that was positively legendary.
Kendall slowly lifted the dark black cylindrical thing out of the pack. It was about…30 centimeters long, a pommel cap at the bottom, a ringed top, a silver streak going down the middle of the cylinder, with an activating button, an adjuster for the length of the blade and for the power, and when he turned the thing on…out it came. A distinctly reddish blade of pure power. This was not a knife. This was not a simple sword.
This was a lightsaber.
He held, in his hands, an actual lightsaber. He could feel a sense of real, true energy pulsating off of it, a reddish glow that coalesced and danced around the blade, and…the humming. It was faintly humming as he held it, almost…in a musical way? Such a strange note it was holding, strange, but not…not a bad sound. Just…different.
He felt so…strange holding it. He felt…good. He felt real good holding it. At peace in a way he'd never been before. It was as if he was hugging an old friend.
Then he realized what he should have thought of five minutes ago. A red lightsaber meant one thing and one thing only. This was not a Jedi weapon. This was a Sith weapon. He had unknowingly treated a Sith, and had probably saved her life. And he was damn, DAMN sure she'd be back for this lightsaber. She may have been in a rush to see her beloved, but no Jedi or Sith worth their salt was going to just abandon their lightsaber by accident, once she realized it was gone, she would come back for her pack, and her weapon, especially.
What was he going to do? Maybe he should just put it back into the pack, put it back where it had been, and pretend he'd never gone into it. Maybe he should give it to the secretary, have Orville give it back to her, be all "Oh, you left this in our office, here's your pack back" and she wouldn't be the wiser-
Then he heard a distinct voice yelling loudly. "I know I left it here, where is it?"
Oh crap.
She was here.
Crap. Crap. CRAP.
Kendall tried to calm himself as she raced into the room she'd been in, looking around before turning to see him, holding the lightsaber up. She stared at him, her mouth agape.
"I just…thought I'd take a peek inside for your phone to call you up and…" Kendall trailed off as the Sith's eyes narrowed and her mouth became taut.
"You're going to give me that lightsaber NOW, and then you're going to take that knife and stab yourself in the eyes. I know it can't REALLY hurt you, but you need to be punished anyway for picking it up. And then you're going to forget you ever saw me!" She said as a sensation of deep, hard crushing weight seemed to barrel down on his skull for a brief moment before Kendall spoke up.
"No."
The woman stared at him. Now her furious, sinister visage was one of sheer, dumbfounded stunned surprise. "…I SAID…you're going to give me my lightsaber, stab yourself with that knife on the table, and then forget you saw me!"
"…no." Kendall said again. "No, I don't think I will." He remarked as he frowned a bit. "…what the hell are you talking about?"
"…so you're immune to mind tricks." She murmured aloud. "…well…that changes things a bit. Yes…yes, I can tell, you've got a distinct Force presence in you. It's…rather marginal compared to me, really, but…it is most definitely there." She intoned as she shook her head, and then she held up her hand. THWOOSH! Everything in the room that wasn't bolted or nailed down in some way now was floating up!
Kendall could no longer treat the Force as just a legend. While he knew some species were telepathic and telekinetic, finding the lightsaber and this sort of power, combined with that odd sensation he'd had on his skull and how he'd been feeling since he found the saber now made him more prone to believing that all he'd heard about the Force was real. And he needed to do something, and quick, if he wanted to survive against someone who could use the Force so easily.
She flung all of the objects at him, and it was as if all of time stood still. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears as he let loose a loud, terrifying, furious roar, and suddenly there was red slashing and slicing all around him with a swift series of motions. The humming melody from the saber throbbed in his ears as he felt his heart pumping all the more swiftly, and then, an instant later, the Sith was gazing at him in sheer, absolute shock.
Every single thing she'd tossed at him had been cut into pieces. Now there was a real sense of fear faintly visible in her eyes that glimmered a bit, but her mouth became a taunt line as she reached into her vest, pulling out…another saber.
With a KRSSSH noise that rang through the air, she activated the red blade and held it up at him. "So you've got some blade skill. Not bad. But let's see how you handle against a true Sith!" She proclaimed as she launched herself at Kendall. Kendall barely got the lightsaber he had up in time to block her blow, a loud SSSSSSZTTT sound ringing through the air as the two sabers met.
They tried to force the other back, both Kendall and the Sith cringing, gritting their teeth, circling around each other. They broke the lock of blades, then swung again and again! Over and over the blades met each other, loud, hissing cries echoing as the lightsabers struck one another. The Sith did a backstep, flexing with one hand, trying to yank Kendall towards her, but his resistance extended even to that, he cringed hard, biting his lip as he held his ground.
She kept trying to yank the blade out of his hand, it was as if Kendall was straining against a mighty tornado that was trying to yank him off his feet! But it wasn't working. Then all of a sudden he sliced at the floor, and sent sparks flying up. She reeled back to avoid being blinded, and he leapt through the air, spinning, landing and doing a kick to knock her off her feet.
The Sith leapt up, avoiding his leg sweep, slashing with her saber. "HA!" She cried out, slicing his arm off, but then she remembered, a moment later, after a brief fleeting sensation of triumph slid into her…
Logosian.
His free hand grabbed hold of the nearby chair and he swung it at her as she, in turn, sliced down to cut it in half…as his arm, still holding the saber, tossed the lightsaber. SCHA-THWUUULPP!
It soared right through the air, stabbing her clear in the shoulder, and she let out a howl. It was the same shoulder on the same arm she held her current saber in,and Kendall leapt up into the air, catching the thrown saber, holding it up at her face as his arm hopped on back to him, and reattached itself with a faint POP. "A good thing these sabers cut so good and clean. I didn't even get a BIT of shock from losing that off my body." He remarked aloud. "Now. You're…going to get out of this clinic. You're going to leave. You're going to forget you ever saw me. And you are never, ever going to come back."
"Oh, I don't need to come back." The woman snapped as she headed for the door. "…I can have my associates do it for me!" She proclaimed, as Kendall wiped his brow, his chest no longer feeling like his heart was screaming to leap free of his ribcage. Kendall made his way back to the waiting room, Orville fearfully looking over in his direction.
"Kendall…do you not know what you've done?" He inquired softly.
Kendall stared. "I know she's a Sith. But I don't think she's going to come back. And if she does and with help, I'll just report her to the authorities, I'm sure they're not interested in Force wielder shenanigans causing trouble in their little corner of the galaxy, being a threat to their authority. After all, most Hutt HATE force-wielders."
"Not the Dyad!" Orville squealed as Kendall turned pale, and it felt like an icy knife was stabbed into the back of his spine. "Kendall, that was one half of the Dyad! I recognized her from when I used to work at the Hutt palace in the capital! She used to call me "Fishbait" and everything!" He squeaked out, covering his head in his many tentacles and groaning. "She's Darth Raize! She and Darth Furiosa are the Dyad Sith that control Nar Shadaa along with the Hutts, and you just…you just tossed her out and stole her stuff, man! She's going to come back with a whole squad of troopers and they're gonna MURDER US!"
Kendall looked down at the lightsaber in his hand.
"…well. Then I guess I'm just going to have to do something about the Dyad." He decided in a quiet, scary tone, as a glint came to his eyes that had never been there before…
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy this story. But I have to add an author's note to bring up a little problem. I am, regrettably, being harassed by a troll or two that's sending incredibly disgusting and reprehensible reviews that are signed under my name, but are "Guest" reviews. Reviews not logged in. It's not me doing it, I assure you. If you want proof, you can check the reviews under my stories "The Pigshit Troll" and "Undertale: Frost". I've been getting the same sort of abusive reviews. They even did a few USING MY NAME...on my own stories! Look for yourself: r/13241492/0/3/
I wish I didn't have to bring this up, but since it keeps HAPPENING, I've really got no real choice.
