We situated Carth to sit beside the skyscraper wall while we still kept an eye out on the desolate Under City desert. At any moment, the pilot could turn into a shadow of himself and rip us to shreds. The young Twi'lek was shaking her head. The light had left her eyes along with any sort of hope that this situation could get better.

"I-I'm sorry. This is all my fault—"

"It's not your fault, damn it."

I buried my head in both of my hands. This pilot might have been an annoying prick but he was right about one thing. I couldn't do this alone. We could barely do this together. That and he still had a race to win!

And...the guy was starting to grow on me. Who was I going to snark at?

Carth, who had been motionless before, stirred. He looked like he wanted to berate me about something but the words never came when the back of his head hit the hard steel again

That's when I began to pace. How else was I going to get us out of this situation besides walking myself into a deeper hole?

"Is there a cure?" I asked the Twi'lek who was trying to follow my rushing figure.

She rubbed her hands. "Y-Yes but...only doctors in the Upper City have it. And the Sith. I doubt that we could—"

"Anyone else?"

I wasn't trying to scare the kid, really, but she needed to talk before the rakghoul poison could settle.

Mission shook her head. "I-I don't think so. No."

Kriff.

As I paced, I occasionally glanced towards Carth's face which was growing paler by the minute. He wouldn't last the hour in that condition and there went my chances of getting out of here. As I thought of the Sith who would eventually come to slaughter me, my gaze hovered towards the mutilated corpses of the squad. I stopped then squinted at one of the bodies.

A syringe?

My feet stomped across the dry soil as I half-ran towards the dead Sith troops without checking for landmines. Fortunately, my oversight wasn't punished by my immediate death as I bent over a rotting corpse. The reeking smell was not as disturbing as it should have been.

A syringe laid within the hands of the dead Sith who had been left alone by the creatures. A metal bottle was buried within the mud and I took it up within my gloved hand.

Rakghoul serum.

I couldn't believe what I was reading. Rakghoul serum? As in cure? It seemed that fate, once again, gave me a sign that I was in her favor. I wanted to wave the bottle around in triumph, however, if I did that the last remaining substance would spill out.

Instead, I ran over to Mission. Taking the syringe in a tender hand, I gave Carth a smirk and he raised his eyebrows in return.

"I hope you don't mind dirty Sith needles."

Now, I wasn't a medical doctor, but what was I supposed to do? I guessed around the area where a vein might be and decided to use it close to his injured shoulder. He didn't argue or question what I was doing when all of the green substance was inserted into his bloodstream. I exhaled a held breath then smiled at Mission.

"That was too close..."

Carth moved to sit up more then winced in pain as he stretched his shoulder. His face appeared much less pale than before and he didn't look like he was on the brink of suffocation.

"Glad you...care so much about me..."

Was my thank you.

It was my turn to glare at him. Mission coughed.

"Guys...we don't have much time. Zaalbar—"

I shook my head. "Do you think he can go anywhere without a heavy dose of kolto and a nap first?"

Mission didn't respond—probably because I already knew the answer. So, I pushed onto my feet and began to search for Carth's blasters. Spotting them across the field, I scooped them up and placed them at the soldier's side.

When I stood once again, Carth was looking at Mission. "Sorry kid...but I don't think we'll be able to help."

I paused.

"What?"

"You heard me, soldier." Carth hissed. "Our priority has always been to rescue Bastila. I know that this kid wants her Wookiee back, but at this rate, it's starting to cost us the mission. If it hasn't already."

I rubbed my face. Carth and his stupid mission. Was that all he cared about? But deep down I knew that, in a sick, twisted way, he was right. To escape Taris, we needed the help of a Jedi. Not some Wookiee we barely knew. And a soldier, like Carth, would have listened to that train of logic.

But I wasn't a soldier, was I?

Mission deflated when she realized that we wouldn't be able to help her. "That's alright, I guess. I mean...I was lucky to get even your help in the first place. And if you're injured then I can't make you—"

"Oh, so I'm injured now," I interrupted.

Will my mouth shut up already? I was getting myself into something that I didn't want to get myself into. I could already tell. Yet, when Mission looked so...deflated like that. The guilt was more than I could bear. I always kept my promises. Always. And I wasn't going to start breaking them now.

Mission glanced up at me with those radiant eyes. Just seeing her look up at me like that gave me the extra confidence to be completely and utterly stupid. Carth raised a brow and looked as if he was about to protest. But I think I'd rendered him speechless. That or the drugs kicked in.

"You're going to rescue Big Z?" she asked.

The words spilled out without my mind processing.

"I'm already here, aren't I? Why waste the journey?"

Mission seemed to brighten, however, she looked worried too.

"By yourself?"

Erm. "Wait...you're not coming with me?"

"I have to help Carth, right?"

I narrowed my eyes. He could probably walk back himself...past that mob of underworlders. And more rakghouls. And Sith, probably. Yeah, I doubt that even I could limp back there with my body being whole. So, I was going to venture into the unknown without a guide? It was a terrible idea and even though I was at times stupid, I wasn't that stupid.

Actually, no, I am that stupid.

"Fine, but after this is over, you owe me, kid. Credits. 5,000."

I might as well get that zero off my back if I was going to do something this insane.

Mission pursed her lips. "Hmm...1,000."

Wait. "Do you really have room to negotiate here?"

"Well, yes, cause, you see, I don't have 5,000 credits."

Ah.

I sighed. Loud enough so that hopefully they all could hear my woes. I yanked one of Onasi's blasters and took out the full charge in order to use it as a replacement for my own blaster. Checking the three grenades that I had left and the shield that I doubt could repel the weakest of turret fire, I stood from the commander's side and faced the young Twi'lek.

Mission's expression then turned wishy-washy. "I...there's one thing I forgot to mention..."

I threw my hands. "What is it now?"

"Well, err, the Vulkars use a rancor to defend the back entrance. But you could probably sneak past it!" she said, hurriedly adding that last bit.

Even a million credits wouldn't be worth going against a rancor. Never mind 1,000.

"A rancor? You want me to sneak past a rancor?" My eyes were wild and my voice rose. "How the fuck did they get a rancor down there?"

Yeah, I could have been asking better questions like "Why didn't you tell us this before?" or "How am I supposed to do that?" but I was too bewildered and tongue twisted about what I just got myself into. Was this Wookiee even worth the risk? The credits wouldn't be worth it. Not even 1,000 credits. Wookiee were worth more than that in the black markets. And if I was saving a Wookiee then I wanted to be paid a Wookiee price.

Mission saw my angered face and shrank back, her lekku sliding off her shoulders.

"I don't know...I think they raised it from birth. An egg from a Hutt I think? The thing's older than me so I have no idea."

Oh, well I feel so much better now that I know the rancor is ancient. I can just take a nice easy stroll right past it, right? Ha, a walk in a Coruscant park! But guess what...you can walk off the fucking edge of a Coruscant park and die.

Why didn't I just jump off the top and save myself the trouble?

"Kid...you really want me to do this?" I asked, my eyebrows scrunched up.

"Not unless you don't want to... but once you're past the rancor, it's easy to sneak around the base. I've done it before trying to prove myself to Gadon and Zaedra. They just called me a stupid kid though. If a stupid kid can do it, you can."

She was resorting to self-deprecating herself. And it was working.

Before I left, Mission shoved a datachip into my hands. The chip would bring the Vulkars' shields down—the one that sealed a rancor of all things. She patted my shoulder.

"Good luck, Wessy," she muttered.

I didn't even have the heart to tell her off about that stupid nickname. She looked that worried about me. I looked towards Carth who was trying to stand but failed miserably—the claw marks in his legs the major cause. He was looking at me in a whole new light though. Instead, of his usual glares, his face had become horrified. Shocked—almost.

"Did-Did you even hear what I said?" he stuttered.

"Yup."

"That...that was an order."

I waved my hands. "Does it look like I give a kriff about orders?"

Carth sank back while rubbing his brow. "You're a really strange soldier, Gale," he said.

"And you're a really annoying commander, Onasi."

Mock saluting—his glare reappearing—I slapped the ancient doors open as dramatically as possible.

The sewers stretched beneath all of Taris' skyscrapers way beyond the small section I was exploring. Too many things must have died down there. A whole planet must have died down there. I was still holding my nose with one hand and a blaster in another, glancing past the Gamorrean infested undergrowth. I avoided most of the pig-like eyes by walking beneath the paths. The water had this dark-looking substance swimming around but it masked my scent from the enemies above. I could swear a dark liquid oozed from one of the piggy's asses and I almost threw up yesterday's dinner.

Actually, she owed me two...no three Wookiee prices for this. I hadn't even gotten to the rancor yet.

I stopped when the path became a dead end. The stairs to my right led up to the ancient metal paths with the green disgusting pigs. The bottom of my dark pants were dyed black when I stepped out of the sewer. The water dripped abnormally slow down my legs. I cringed. If my legs were not an important part of my body, I would have cut them off then and there.

Peering up at the level of the metal path, I noticed that the hall was not filled with crap imploders. When I arrived at the top of the stairs, the ancient doors slid open in their slow fashion behind me. I raised my blaster up to the Gamorrean or rakghoul that might have been beyond the door.

A gruff scarred face was what greeted me along with a few other shaking and bleeding men behind him. That gray-haired yet battle-hardened old man raised an eyebrow when he spotted me. His men raised their blaster rifles and grenades at the ready.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A rat in the sewers." The gruff man tilted his head when I still held my blaster up in his direction. He raised his own large weapon in response. "Who are you, and why are you down here?"

I shrugged. "I'm a Hutt in disguise who wants to take over the galaxy. Actually, you know what, why not start here? This sewer could become a great vacation spot, you know."

There was silence. Then, he laughed while raising his weapon higher. His troops followed his lead.

"You don't look like a Hutt."

I tightened my grip on my blaster.

"Really? That's good. I was trying so hard not to. Disguise and all—"

"Enough jokes. Tell me who you are and why you're here or you're not leaving this 'vacation spot' alive."

My gaze drifted to the man's shoulder and my heart skipped with fear. Clan tattoos. He was a Mandalorian. One of those brutes. My smile faded from my face. In the years after the Mandalorian Wars, these bandits would raid any random machine that floated or even existed in space. I had terrible experiences with these Mandos...and it would take a lot of my energy to resist killing this one in retaliation.

But I was up against ten to one odds. Those grenades did not look pleasant either. So, I placed my blaster at my feet then raised my hands.

"Wes...I'm Wes Gale. I'm looking for the Vulkars' base."

The Mando raised a dark eyebrow above his sick-looking eye then lowered his heavy weapon.

"Then we have something in common, Wes Gale." Nodding to his men, they lowered their rifles. "That slimy bastard Brejik has too much debt on his head and we've come to...negotiate peace terms. The Exchange isn't really an organization you should mess with."

His last statement completely lacked enthusiasm which told me that even he didn't believe in that statement. And the Exchange? I briefly transported Tarisian ale and spices for the Exchange years ago. I never saw Davik Kang personally nor did I want to. Dealing with the Exchange was a pain in the arse...even though they were usually the third party in most of the smuggling contracts I took. I loathed the organization that took most of my cut despite having to do most of the work.

The Mando smirked. "You know what I'm talking about, don't you?" My smile was an answer enough. "We could work together you know. We found a shield that we've been having trouble hacking into. You wouldn't happen to know of another way around?"

I began to weigh my options. They knew where the shield was yet I did not. And if I was going against a rancor...why not have eleven more bodies to distract it away from me? Eleven Exchange bodies. Perfect rancor fodder.

I nodded my head. "I know another way around. In fact, I know the way forward. I can open that shield for you if you showed me where."

The Mando nodded. He twisted around to address the ten Exchange workers. They all looked as if they were going to argue about "trusting" me before he shouted for them all to turn back and move out. I followed and made sure to grab my pistol again.

The hallways echoed with the heavy boots of the ten Exchange lackeys. Fortunately, I couldn't hear any more snorting from the Gamorreans. The pigs avoided this side of the path for some reason. Which meant we were getting close to the rancor.

"The name's Canderous Ordo by the way," the Mando said, interrupting my thoughts. He peered towards the men who were leading the way. "These other worthless pieces of trash aren't really worth mentioning."

Canderous shuffled close to me with his heavy weapon pointing in my direction. At least this Ordo was less outspoken about not trusting me...because I didn't trust him either.

"What is a Mandalorian doing working for the Exchange anyway?" I asked.

The hall was growing brighter and the twelve pairs of footsteps were creating a mini earthquake below. Canderous glared at me with those dark eyes. His scar became even more prominent underneath the dim lights.

"That's none of your business now, is it?"

Yeah, I wasn't going to provoke a Mando into a fight. Apparently, they were strong enough to go head to head with a Jedi. Because of that—and ignoring my dumb luck for a moment—I would probably die as a result.

After walking down the slimy corridors, passing humming fans and dead rakghouls that were spread around like naked dolls, we finally reached the Vulkars' shield.

"Here you go, pipsqueak."

Canderous slapped a control unit then turned on the generator beside it.

I slipped the chip out of my pocket and slide it in where a datapad would usually go. The ten Exchange guards were giving me suspicious looks as I pressed the enter key on the terminal. A green light flashed from the chip before it glowed purple in confirmation. They probably wondered why I so easily agreed to help them. It did look suspicious...

The shield dissipated and Canderous was the first to step into the new section of the sewers. Not much was different past there, just another long hallway that went down. I took the chip and followed him while his guards continued to watch my back.

"Any reason why you're after the Vulkars?" he asked.

I shrugged as we walked down the hall towards another ancient door.

"My own stupidity." Before Canderous could ask what I meant, I elaborated. "They stole a Wookiee from a kid. I owed her, so I'm on a rescue mission."

"Well...aren't you nice."

I paused before I opened the door.

An arm. Just an arm and nothing else.

I laughed darkly to myself as I bent over it, inspecting the item in its hand. A vial. Another one. But this vial had a white powder. Some unknown substance. Canderous was looking down at it as well. Taking the vial in my hand, I glanced towards the door again.

The rancor was behind here.

Of course, these fools had no idea what we were about to face. The Mando pressed the door switch and walked forward only to jump back like he had been stung. Funny... a Mandalorian full of honor and glory shook like a leaf at the sight.

"In Mandalore's name...what is a rancor doing down here?" he asked. "You knew about this didn't you?"

I shrugged. "It wasn't as if you were going to run away once I told you."

Fortunately, that was a sound argument. The rest of the crew, however...were not so happy. The Exchange goons were shaking in their boots. Some even muttered about falling back and forgetting about the mission.

Obviously, the Mandalorian was displeased by their cowardice. "If you pathetic worms were Mandalorians, you wouldn't be asking for retreat. This is the ultimate challenge. Why not take it up?"

Yep, no one except a Mandalorian would be excited about fighting a rancor. I should have known.

"B-But Canderous. I think Davik will understand—"

"Davik wants his credits. Besides that, he understands little else."

That actually sounded pretty insulting. The Mandalorian didn't like his job?

I pursed my lips before peering closer at the vial in my hand. The substance was flaky and poisonous-looking. Was this rancor poison? I thought these beasts were resistant to poisons.

Throwing danger to the wind, Canderous strode into the large room with little regard for the rancor in the room. I was hesitant to follow. After all, I was growing unconfident in the crew that the Mandalorian dragged around. This rancor was going to have a feast tonight.

The entire floor was covered in bones and flesh. I tried not to look down at the body parts and displaced heads but I had to make sure not to bring attention to myself from the rancor on the far side of the room. And there it was, chomping on a Twi'lek body like candy. I shivered while the Mandalorian chuckled with glee. These Mandos. Just the smell of battle was enough for them.

We edged slowly and stealthily towards the far side of the room. Perhaps we could sneak past it as it was distracted by its...meal. Unfortunately, the rancor became aware of us when an idiot tripped and fell on top of fresh and ancient bones.

"Kriff..." Canderous simmered. "You kriff'n idiot!"

The brown, four-meter-tall monster turned to face the twelve of us with eager eyes. It roared—bloody spittle flew in our direction then slapped into a poor man's face. The ten goons shouted in panic. I dove to the ground and drew my blaster. I managed to fire a few rounds as I cursed in tune with the Mandalorian. My attack was foiled by the Exchange dolts, of course, as they fired without regard.

The Mando also let rip a steady stream of shots and the red lines arched into the face of the beast. Rancors, however, were not affected by blaster fire. Only lightsabers and grenades could burn off its armor-like skin.

I glanced at my pack. Bastila's lightsaber. I may not be as effective with it as a Jedi, yet I could poke at it at least. Then we might have a chance. Yet, I wasn't sure if I wanted to reveal I had a lightsaber like that. I wouldn't be surprised if the Mando turned me in to the Sith...

Cursing, the Mandalorian stepped back when the rancor sprinted towards us with its bipedal legs. I tried conserving my blaster fire and retreated with him. Even the firepower of twelve wasn't enough to slow it down.

One of the Exchange guards threw a grenade. The following explosion only spread and burnt the bones underneath the monster's feet. I dove to the side as it stormed past. Sharp bones pricked into my side as the rancor ripped its teeth into one of the Exchange guards. His screams for help hauntingly echoed in the large room and were cut short with a crack.

I held my breath as the monster had its meal. Canderous was still shooting like a maniac while I was trying to make myself scarce. I wasn't going to risk my neck on this.

The rancor sniffed the air. Its yellow eyes turned to stare into my very soul.

Great.

It dashed for me, so I shot up and ran for the door. Except I managed to trip over loose bones. Kriff, slemo, shutta, etcetera. I was going through the whole dictionary of alien curse words as I tried to run away. I think Canderous shouted "coward," but I didn't pay the old gray-haired Mando any heed. I wasn't going to be that thing's next meal.

Unfortunately, the rancor was faster. I tripped one last time before it dove at me with its mouth. The thing's breath stank of death and intestines and I almost reeled over in pain just from that. I managed to roll away before the yellow teeth had a chance to impale me. Then, I reached unconsciously for the lightsaber in my pack.

The yellow saber. The masked devil. Those...strange images caused me to fumble and the lightsaber skidded down to the floor of bones.

The rancor eyed me again. More specifically what I held. I glanced down at the vial in my left hand. Of course. Not poison, bait.

I threw the glass vial and like a hound, it went stampeding towards it. The Exchange goons backed away from the incoming beast. I picked up the saber and felt the smooth grooves. Hopefully, the vial would buy me enough time.

The rancor trampled two more Exchange dolts and roared at Canderous. Pointing the lightsaber up, I switched on the blade. I jumped when the bottom of the saber lit with a golden beam. Hitting it again, a second blade hissed awake. These Jedi were crafty. I'm sure Bastila wouldn't mind if I used her lightsaber to save my own life, right?

My hand shook as I held the hot blades as far away from my face as possible. The Exchange goons and Canderous were all giving me funny looks. My light show distracted them enough for the rancor to devour another. Only six of them remained now.

"What the hell? You a Jedi?" I heard the Mandalorian call out.

If only. That sort of power would have been useful right now. Since I was so far away, and I did not want to get close, I held back the saber and aimed to throw the thing. Foolish, perhaps, yet there was no other way without possibly getting mauled.

Before the rancor could maul another, I threw it. Wide. At first, I thought I had missed by a mile, yet, as if the thing was alive, the lightsaber twisted in the air and collided with the rancor. I was pleased to hear the burning sound and smell from the beast as smoke trailed up from its skin armor. It roared and tried to swipe the lightsaber out of its back. I must have pierced a major organ since it collapsed to the ground. Dust covered the scene and the rancor's final resting place.

I leaned onto my knees then smiled in relief. This dumb luck of mine...

Canderous was looking at me with different eyes. His injured goons gaped.

The body of the rancor growled once and my smile faded. The rancor tried standing, however, Canderous shot another round at the beast. Too weak to fight back, it sank back to the bloody floor. The lightsaber hissed closed then clanged against the concrete ground. I glared at the object. That thing had a life of its own.

I had to pick it back up though. I couldn't just leave it for one of these idiots to take.

After collecting the Jedi's weapon, the Mandalorian approached. "You are a Jedi, aren't you?"

Oh no.

"Uh, sorry to disappoint...but I'm babysitting this lightsaber for someone. If I was a Jedi, I would be the worst one out there."

He didn't look convinced and neither did his team.

"Whatever you say..."

The body of the rancor no longer stirred. Fortunately. The many bodies of the Exchange dolts melded with the rest of the death pile. Past them on the far side of the large death filled room, the doors hissed open. Without another word, shouting was heard past the doors. I raised my blaster again.

"What other bastards are going to show up now?" the Mandalorian muttered.

Blaster fire and smoke appeared past the half-opened door. I ducked beside a hill of bones. Two from the Exchange group fell from the red bolts. I was about to shoot these new intruders down but before I could even raise my blaster, Canderous' heavy weapon pummeled blasts onto the Rodians' bodies.

"Fall back," he yelled to his men. "We've lost too many."

Really? A Mandalorian giving up? I was about to invade the Vulkars' base on my own an hour ago. Ordo caught my bewildered look. He shook his head—teeth bared.

"This isn't a show of cowardice, pipsqueak. Davik intended for us to take over the base with fifteen men and now I'm down to four worthless boys. I'm not stupid and I assume you're not either." He picked up his rifle and threw it over his shoulder then addressed his men again. "No arguments. Move. We'll come back with reinforcements now that the rancor's dead."

"I still have to go in there you know..." I muttered.

The Mando stopped and looked down at me with amusement.

He laughed once. "Well then, you really are stupid, kid. Hope Brejik treats you well."

I really hated it when someone calls me stupid. Even if it was true. Before I could even snap back at the Mando, he was out of earshot.

I also hated not having the last word. Kriff.

Shifting in the blue and black armor that I took from the Rodians Canderous killed, I paced nonchalantly down the hall and nodded to a passing guard.

I hated using the same trick twice but it was the oldest one in the book.

The Vulkars' base was colder than the Hidden Beks'. I considered trying to search for Bastila as well while I was there, yet it became apparent that this place wasn't the actual main hangout of the Vulkars. Barely any gang member's roamed the hallways and no one batted an eyelid as I searched the rooms for...something. The slave quarters, perhaps?

"Why aren't you at a post?" a guard asked.

I paused in my stride, giving him a look.

"You didn't hear? The rancor was killed."

I continued to walk with a purpose while the dazed gangster shouted into a comm. It wouldn't take them very long to realize that someone broke in as well. I rapidly increased my pace.

Crude laughter echoed down the hall. I peered into the room with the source of the ruckus. The Vulkars sat around tables in the middle of breakfast. A human slave in chains served them drinks. Great. I needed to walk through there in order to get to the elevators. Holstering my blaster, I walked in like I had just returned after a long day of murdering.

Fortunately, their eyes were not on me but on the serving girl.

"You're a pretty bitch, aren't yah? Your father isn't here to save you now."

She shuddered as she placed the drinks down. A green hand grabbed her wrist and her figure grew even smaller.

"Please..."

I passed them when the alien pulled her closer. That disgusting creature gave the poor girl a hungry stare.

"Begging...now that's what I like to hear," he said, licking his Twi'lek lips.

Another Twi'lek beside him laughed.

"You know...we need to blow off some steam after shining Redros' swoop for the sixth time. This little dove should give us a good time, right?"

My sight grew red and I froze. The girl was protesting when the Twi'lek assaulted her. In a fluid motion, I withdrew my weapon and shot a bolt into the green alien's head. I'm not even sure they knew what was going on, but eventually, the other Twi'lek and his Rodian friends were gawking at me. Before anyone else could draw their weapons, I took another shot at the dark Twi'lek and he fell beside his dead friend.

The girl shrieked and ducked underneath the tipped mess hall table. I followed her lead after blaster fire began to pummel in my direction. The table I used for cover hissed with burns when some of the bolts were strong enough to melt through. I cursed and shot at an aliens' legs. One of the Rodian's screeched as he fell. I finished him as he hit the ground with a dark mark on his neck.

"Slemo!"

The last Twi'lek screeched more profanities in his language. Before I could return to the offensive, a blaster bolt shot out. But not in my direction.

The girl.

She collapsed beside me. Dead. I tightened my grip on my blaster. How could those monsters do that? She was defenseless! They killed her with spite. If I hadn't been so stupid.

My blaster ran out of charge so I threw the worthless weapon away then pushed the table forward. Once I felt I was close enough, I rolled out from the cover of the table. I didn't even feel the blaster bolt as it nicked my side—shot from a terrified and shaky hand. Cowards.

Taking my knife, I dug the point into the Twi'leki stomach, turned it, then punched the man with my forehead. The Rodian beside him went to shoot, but his blaster fell out of his hands, gravity pulling it away. I kicked out at the Rodian who slammed against the wall with an alien shout.

"P-Pleas—"

The wounded Twi'lek tried to beg, but I released the knife and grabbed him by the throat. Then, I sensed something. Danger. In a millisecond, I pulled the Twi'lek to the right. The Rodian on the ground shot at me...yet the blaster made a permanent hole in the green Twi'lek's face. Killing his own friend.

I glanced around at the massacre, my face paling when I saw the dead body of the slave girl underneath the table. Heat crossed my face when I saw her pale blue eyes staring up at me. The wounded Rodian coughed and tried to get up from the ground. Before he could attack again, I took his blaster then broke his fingers with my boot.

"Why did you do that!" I shouted at him, blaster raised.

He couldn't answer me though. His lungs drowned in blood from a cracked rib. May as well put him out of his misery.

The place was only silent for a second after the Rodian's death.

A red siren screamed in the corner. Security cameras.

My grip tightened on the blaster. I ran to the elevator when the mess hall doors opened and many Vulkars spilled into the room. The elevator shut with a hiss and I wiped the sweat and blood from my brow. I was now intent on finding the Wookiee alive, no matter how much I protested before.

Otherwise, all of this would have been for nothing.