It hadn't looked good.
Kyle Katarn was taking off at top speed and it didn't seem like anyone could catch up to him. It looked really bad. Finn and Poe were doing their damndest just to keep the Soul of the Sith at bay, but he was slippery as an eel! He kept deflecting and dodging their attacks, all in the name of buying time so Kyle could escape with his new "partner in crime". Not even the constant laser fire from General Mandalore and from Finn's father was working! It was just too hard to pin him down.
But luckily, someone had thought ahead. Because one person had laid in wait for their chance. And that someone...was Darth Omarosa. The orange-eyed teenager had turned eighteen at long last, and now she looked considerably far more impressive than she had when she'd first met with Zack. Now she had a belt loaded up with specialized grenades and handheld weaponry, a short-sleeved dark grey robe and wrapped-up leggings and arms. Her facial tattoos hadn't changed, but now there was something new. No longer was her belly button exposed. Instead...she had piercings in her ears that had very...odd jewels embedded in them.
Kyle barely managed to avoid her strike as she launched herself off the building and almost kicked him right in the head. She spun her lightsaber as she turned it on, the currently-carrying-Zack-Kyle gasping in surprise as he jumped back again. He was caught off guard, accidentally stumbling on the ground, dropping Zack as he drew his OWN lightsaber to counter Omarosa's strikes.
"You've got a...very intriguging lightsaber..." he murmured, as she held up her deep purple lightsaber as it sparked against his own green one. The hissing crackle of sabers striking filled the air as they circled around one another.
"And you've got some very intriguing EYES...pretty sure your veins aren't supposed to look like that." She remarked. She tried forcing him back, but he jumped back, and then delivered a powerful Force push to force her onto her back. It DID make her wheel back, but she spun in the air, landing expertly on her feet before tossing something through the air!
And indeed, just as SHE tossed something, Poe had figured something out too. Being cut, carved, that stuff didn't seem to faze the Soul of the Sith, not with his unique body and his tie to healing powers. What they needed...was a way to KEEP him in place. And he thought he knew exactly how to do that. "Keep him busy for five minutes!" Poe called to Finn, who began a-slashing and a-slicing at the Soul of the Sith as Poe raced to General Mandalore. "I need a SPECIFIC type of grenade...do you have..." He whispered to the General as he and Finn's father took shelter behind a vehicle.
KRRSSSH KRRRRRSSSH KRRRSHHH! The hiss of sabers striking filled the air as the Soul of the Sith defected Finn's frantic blows. "You're really very brave to try and take me on like this, but you can't buy five minutes. You won't last THREE against me without anyone backing you up." He told Finn as he ducked and then HEADBUTTED Finn, knocking him back. "See what I mean?" he inquired as he shot forward to try and impale Finn!
Finn however, managed to parry the blow just in time as the Soul of the Sith whistled. "Ooh, now that's impressive!"
"You'll find THIS even more so." Finn said as he ducked and rolled away JUST in time as a grenade launched through the air. Now, naturally, the Soul of the Sith tried to cut through it to destroy it...
Big...mistake. The grenade was actually triggered by the cut, the minute his saber struck it, BRRRRR-FRRRRSSSHHHH! It was as if his entire body was engulfed in a sheer, pure, concentrated cold! Liquid nitrogen had frozen him there, in place, as Finn panted heavily, a few droplets of the stuff barely an inch from his own body. He slowly rose up, backing away as Poe approached, a smug grin on his face.
"Perfect aim." He remarked. "Yeah. I'm that good!"
"You think this will kill me? It's not good enough." The Soul of the Sith growled out...though he was moving his lips VERY slowly. It was astounding that he could move at all...though really it came off as more of a mumble.
"We don't need to KILL you." Finn reasoned as he wagged a finger in front of him. "I figured this was what Poe was doing. We just need to keep you imprisoned. This way, you can't hurt anyone!" he added. "So we're taking you in, and we'll find some nice hole to stick you where you won't get to escape from." He added.
The serpentine Sith audibly hissed in irritation at this. Very clever. Very clever indeed. But...he wasn't dumb. He had a trump card he could play. After all, he could bring people back to life as his obedient zombies thanks to his unique power over the Force, and this meant he had a remarkable degree of control over them. And he'd told his troops, IF someone should capture him...
Well...this was why the last remaining scattered troops he'd brought into the city now raced towards Finn and Poe! They leaped out of the way to avoid being attacked, only for these zombie twi'lek warriors to snatch up the Soul of the Sith! Cursing, Poe fired at them with his pistol as Finn summoned his full power to blast at them with SITH LIGHTNING!
But those zombies had the numbers to block the blasts. BRRZZZZTT-KRAA-KOOOOOOM! They got blown into chunks, shot into pieces, but the one carrying the Soul of the Sith was protected enough to race off. The Soul of the Sith inwardly sighed. How degrading. But he had to admit...he had to call this a strategic retreat. He'd lost to these two...and he'd have to rethink his strategies in case they tried something like this again...
KRAA-THROOOOOOOOOM!
Omarosa had also launched a grenade, a shockwave one that knocked Kyle Katarn flying! Now Omarosa could pick Zack up and take off as Kyle pulled himself out of the tree he'd been launched into. He grunted, seeing his comrade the Soul of the Sith being carried out by some of his grunts, and clearly frozen over. "Damn, they really took us off guard. We'll have to regroup and think up a new plan." He remarked as he joined up with his "comrades". "Don't worry, Hiss. I'll help get you all fixed up."
"What I could really use is someone to scratch RIGHT under my chin, I've got a super bad itch at the moment." The Soul of the Sith managed to mutter out in his frozen state, Kyle doing just that as he put on some gloves. SCRATCH-SCRATCH-SCRATCH.
"Ohhhh yeah. Thaaaaat's the stuff."
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...The Skull of the Sith gripped his knees and he waited. Bones's frame laid quietly on a table in front of him as Darth Plagueis nonchalantly examined the young lad, brow slightly furrowing before he reached over and picked something up from the confines of a dark bag. The youngling's chest cavity was carefully opened up with a scalpel as Darth Plagueis worked quietly, without a word, at making sure the proper opening was created.
The distinct sound of the laser scalpel cutting through flesh filled the air, an unpleasant squishing combined with the faint hum of the laser. The Skull felt his body become so…so cold. He knew Darth Plagueis had sworn to bring Bones back for him and yet there was some…instinctive worry in him that swelled up at the back of his mind. The feeling that SOMETHING was off.
It wasn't like it was a warm and friendly environment. The area was dark and unpleasant, black walls, a black floor. The only light emanated from the fixture hanging above, beaming down onto the table. The was only one door in to the room, and the table was steely, a cold grey color. Even the smell of the room was off. The Skull couldn't properly taste or hear or smell things the way he once had, when he had been simply Joseph, but the unique ability he possessed that gave his body the appearance it did allowed him to see others, to hear them, albeit not as concretely as before. And what he could smell was…just raw iron. That was what the room smelled like. Raw iron lingering in the air. He could practically taste it in the air and he didn't even HAVE a tongue to taste!
A few minutes later, Darth Plagueis spoke up. "It is done." The Skull's head rose up as Bones did the same, screaming, clutching his chest. There were very, VERY faint markings to indicate surgery'd been done at this spot…but beyond that, nothing. He looked good as new.
"I…I was…I WAS dead, wasn't I?" he asked. "I'm SURE I was, I…I…" He held his head. "It was so weird, for a minute, it was like I could smell…bread…" He murmured. "It was all warm and fuzzy and then I thought I felt someone grabbing my hand and lifting me up…"
"Probably me." The Skull said quickly, racing to Bones, trying to be careful not to let his emotions spill out. He didn't want to come across as too excitable, like a child after getting a wonderful present, in front of Darth Plagueis. He knew full well his master would despise such very open displays of emotion. Instead he patted Bones on the back, then immediately dropped to one knee and bowed his head. "Whatever you desire of me now, my Lord, I will do."
"We happen to have some very interesting new prisoners. I want you to…try and persuade them to join our side. Now, I could simply try and break into their minds, but they've been very…resilient." The muun clucked his tongue as the Skull of the Sith inwardly gulped. "The Axe of the Sith has been trying quite hard at it, and their mental manipulation techniques are almost on my level…well, passable in comparison. Still, if we push them too hard in this regard, their little minds will break and they'd be just about useless as pawns. So we need another approach. After all, there's so much more to us Sith than our power over lesser minds. We are, after all, most skilled in the art of…conversation…" He added in a very cool, horrible tone, a slight smile ever-so-softly spreading over his lips.
"Of course. I'll go to them now." The Skull insisted as he rose up, Bones following after him as they walked down a hallway, the Skull looking every once in a while at his young human friend. "You don't feel anything weird?"
"No. I feel fine except for…well, my chest feels a bit odd. My heart's thumping rather loudly." Bones confessed. "And it feels almost…bigger."
"I think Darth Plagueis had to put a new one into you. But it would seem he's as good as his word, his power to return the dead to life's beyond anything the Soul of the Sith could hope for." The Skull remarked. "Now you see why I follow him? An outward appearance of perfect calm that hides an unkillable, untamable, all-powerful beast. There's nobody like him. Who could wage war against HIM?"
The door to the prisoner's wing opened, Rey and Ariana now currently held in tight shackles against dark chairs. Not far from them, in his own separate little cell, the still-frozen-in-carbonite Han Solo laid with-oh. Oh, someone had drawn a funny mustache upon his face. Probably the Body of the Sith, he was as tasteless and childish in behavior as he was in appearance-
And speaking OF appearance, the Axe was there. Their head was a more defined, humanoid form, their eyes having that strange, odd sclera coloring to them. Still, with four people looking at them, their voice sounded not quite right, though their hooded and armored form otherwise looked fairly normal enough. It was true what he'd heard, the Axe's unique physiology must alter their appearance based upon how many people gazed upon their "true" form. Hence why they covered it up except among "friends". The voice didn't sound male or female or even robotic, it was as if 6 people were speaking at once, all trying to say the exact same thing but not quite doing a good job of it, it was as if Galactic basic was their second language. Passable but…lacking in the right pronunciation.
"The ladies here have been most uncooperative." the Axe remarked. "I take it our Lord has asked you to persuade them in your…unique way?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact." the Skull remarked. "Bones, why don't you head back to our room? I'll be there in a little while, alright?" He asked as Bones nodded, heading out the door with the Axe of the Sith as the Skull cracked his knuckles. "Well, ladies, let's try and be polite about this. Would you be so kind as to join us in our little cause?" He asked. "After all, you're only alive right now because our master's SO generous and sees your potential."
"...eat shit and die." Ariana snapped back.
"Actually, eat shit and live." Rey added.
"Oooh, good one! I'd give you a fist pound for that if I wasn't stuck to this stupid thing!" Ariana grunted as she squirmed around in the tight-fitting bonds that held her to that dark chair.
"Oooh, I was sort of hoping you'd say that. I'm going to have to torture you a little now, ladies. I'm going to have to get a little mad to really get the juices flowing, but considering your little bomb caved my friend's chest in, I'm not TOO bothered by that idea…" The Skull said as he made his way over to the wall and tapped on a computer console embedded into it, bringing out a small medical supplies box. "Ah. Good. They restocked."
He brought out some small syringes, chuckling. "I keep a few in my own room myself, these are designed to treat radiation damages. I have to be careful, when I'm VERY angry, I tend to leak radioactivity off my body and I've had to inject poor Bones to cure him. You can imagine how awful I feel about that. Radiation poisoning after all is a verrrrrry agonizing thing and we can't have you dying on us, or passing out from the pain."
The Skull cracked his knuckles as he approached Rey first, and held up a single finger as it seemed to faintly sizzle and spark. "Normally I'd only use one, but since you're such STRONG independent women…" He held up two…three…four…all five fingers on his thick and gauntleted hand. "I'd say this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you, but…well…we both know THAT ain't true!"
And then he gripped her by the face with his full, burning hand, and the sheer, raw agony began.
Elsewhere, Zack was sitting in a chair, covering his face, looking sick and weary…and it didn't help that Finn and Poe were standing there too, arms crossed, giving him real furious looks as General Mandalore, 10th of his name stood by Mr. Boyega.
"Talk. Now." Finn demanded.
"I took the title Darth Mendax so I could do what I needed while having the Dyad think I was dead." Zack said as he removed his hands from his face…taking his EYEBALLS out of his sockets. All of them reeled back or gasped, save for Omarosa as she chuckled a bit, Zack actually juggling the eyeballs around before popping them back inside his skull. "Being a Logosian is pretty amazing if you want to disguise yourself. A little shifting of my hair cells and even my body a bit, and a sliiiight change of my vocal chords and nobody would ever know I'm me!" He said, his skin now slightly changing to a little bit of a darker shade, his voice gaining a deeper tone. "And it worked great. Everyone was fooled."
"Including us." Poe chuckled darkly. "Why shouldn't we just kick your ass right now?"
"You need our help because your precious Dyad was just captured by Darth Plagueis's forces." Omarosa remarked as she held up her communicator and passed it to Finn and Poe as they looked down at the news feed. Holy crap! Sure enough, their mistresses were on camera, dragged away by the Skull of the Sith onto a ship, clearly in agony from radiation burns. "If they're lucky, they're alive but just being tortured for information."
"Darth Plagueis probably wants to brainwash them or coerce them into being more lackeys." Zack reasoned. "If he's got them under his control, then the Galactic Republic would be screwed…after all, the Dyad still has so many people loyal to them throughout the galaxy and especially on Nar Shadaa."
"Well we have no way of finding out where they are." Poe growled. "How are we supposed to rescue them?"
"I don't suppose your mistresses left you some secret way to contact them if they WERE caught?" General Mandalore inquired. "We Mandalorians have a secret bandwidth we communicate on…along with suicide pills if things get really, really dicey…"
"No. They never figured they'd get captured." Finn muttered as he cringed and punched the nearby wall, his face scowling. "Damn it! I can't believe we can't do anything for them!"
"There may be something we can do." Zack reasoned. "After all…we have the Soul of the Sith here along with my brother, right on this planet, and they'd know where Darth Plagueis is." He rose up, dusting himself off. "And we know he wants me "alive" so he can turn me into his compatriot like he did my brother. We can use that to our advantage."
"You expect us to just trust you after all the lying you've done to us?" Poe angrily inquired, taking a step forward, jabbing a finger into Zack's chest.
"Nope." Zack shook his head. "But we need each other right now. Together we stand the best chance."
"He's not wrong…" Finn mumbled. "That serpentine sith probably won't fall for the liquid nitrogen grenade trick twice. We'll need something new."
"We also need to figure out where he's hiding on the planet…" Zack added. "Omarosa, did you happen to notice an odd ship or something nearby? Someplace he could hide?"
"I DID notice SOMETHING…" Omarosa admitted. "It was out by a large lake a few miles from the city. This abandoned, old-fashioned-looking wooden ship. Gigantic chunks were missing from it and everything!" She confessed. "But it'd make for a good hideout, you'd never think to look for someone in a ruined wreck like that when it looks half-sunk and full of holes…"
And speaking OF the ship…sure enough…
"So HOW do you know how many people you've killed?" The Soul of the Sith was currently pouring Kyle Katarn some beer, as he sat across the table from him. Frequency was currently sitting down alongside him with his girl, Ember, as Ember munched on some bread, whilst Frequency sipped lightly on his beer.
"421 contracts. 626 dead." Frequency answered him.
"You're awfully precise. You're sure that's the answer? You didn't accidentally shoot some unfortunate civilians dead with a stray bullet?" The Soul of the Sith inquired.
"I'm a pro, dude. Not a soldier who'd crack and do a massacre. And I admit, my mom, my dad, TOTALLY don't like what I do for a living."
"I imagine they've got some very unpleasant feelings about it." Kyle added as Ember politely passed the bread to him and he warmly smiled back.
"Feelings…yeah, y'know, the drunk asshole who bludgeons his wife to death with his golf trophy, THAT type's got feelings. I've got standards. Be efficient! Be nice! And have a plan to kill everyone ya meet." The bounty hunter confessed as he spun a knife around in his paw, and then began to play "five finger fillet"...or rather in his case, four-finger/paw digit-fillet. He jabbed the knife down between the blue digits, humming nonchalantly, Kyle whistling.
"Wow, you're quick." He remarked.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the ship that they were using as a hidden base, Luke Skywalker awoke, finding he'd been tied down by his arms and legs to a bed. He looked around, noticing that a droid was making his way over to him…and not just any droid. An IG-88 model. Dark, slender body, humanoid frame, but with a thin, almost missile-shaped head. One singular, unpleasant, dark eye gazed intently down at Luke from a slightly-off-center portion of the head as it adjusted the robotic hands it had, a needle popping out from it, and squirting a tiny bit of liquid.
"You've awakened. Irritating. Was the anesthetic dosage, perhaps, incorrect? I was sure I gave you the proper amount for a human." the robot remarked.
"Ohhh, am I in the presence of an IG-88 model? Hmm." Luke looked him over, thinking carefully. "...based off the scars you've got on you, I'm guessing you're not B or C. I don't think there was much left of them after their run ins with Boba Fett, and IG-88A is currently a bodyguard if I remember right. So would you be IG-88D, then?"
"I'm more than just IG-88D now. The D…stands for "Doctor"." The robot began to laugh, a very unpleasant, foul, nasty metallic sound that rang through the room. "I've been able to provide ample assistance to him thanks to my unique mastery over the ins and outs of alien bodies in this galaxy. When he arrived, he was quite skilled in medicine but he tragically lacked the knowledge of the many species our galaxy has. I was able to get him up to speed and he's put me to use on very important projects."
"How come he didn't kill me? I imagine you're not keeping me alive out of the kindness of your heart." Luke asked.
"Indeed, you should be in despair. You're only staying alive thanks to what's going to be very extensive body modification surgery techniques I'll be performing on you." IG-88D commented rather cheerily.
"Are you hoping you can, perhaps, brainwash me somehow like you did to Mr. Katarn?" Luke politely asked. "He's some sort of zombie, like those unfortunates I had to fight earlier?"
"ZOMBIE? How amusing! But you sell my skills short. I've done much more than that with Mr. Katarn. He's beyond being a zombie. He's got a body that's now as close to invulnerable as possible. A nigh-invincible, augmented human being!" IG-88D commented. "Mr. Hiss was VERY insistent."
"Oh?" Luke raised an eyebrow up. "It must have been quite a challenge to make him invincible. How'd you do that? I mean, I've never heard of any doctor, especially not a former assassin droid, do that."
"His commands were very specific…" IG-88D intoned.
"Don't kill him? You're sure?"
"Absolutely. What I want has never been attempted before, but I'd like you to inject some cells I'm going to give to you from me…into him. As long as he's still clinging to life, he'll be of immeasurable use to us…to ME." The Soul of the Sith had insisted to the droid, as they looked down at the now-unconscious Kyle Katarn. "These cells will come from me, and I'll infuse them with my own unique ability. It's a risky experiment but if you perform the cellular transfusion properly, it should have the effect I desire."
"Why don't you want to just make him into another servant like the others? Why not just kill him, then invoke your unique skill?" The robot assassin droid inquired as Hiss sighed and looked down and to the side, his tone becoming very somber and reflective.
"Sure, that'd make him a great and disposable pawn…but I don't want that. It wouldn't make me less lonely. I can feel it, IG-88D. I can feel it in my guts. He's special. It'd be a waste not to have him as a more proper partner." The Soul of the Sith said, clenching his hands into fists, looking down at Kyle. "So…tell me. Can you do this operation?"
"Yes, sir." The robot saluted. "I'll do it. It'll be my greatest achievement yet."
"So he's similar to a zombie…but with free will. So because he can focus his mind freely, he still has access to all his usual Force powers, that connection hasn't been severed as long as he's not a mindless husk." Luke realized. "But…even if his body has that influence from your master on him, surely his inner self would eventually rebel. The conscience he has would make him disgusted with working for a Sith like your master, right?"
"Oh, you're very right. That's where my magnum opus came in." Hystario said. "We replaced his heart. It's a process similar to something our great Lord, Darth Plagueis the wise, can do. It pumps a special liquid through him, it allows him to maintain his strong body, all while making him think he's no longer "alive", and ipso facto, he's now the most loyal companion the Soul of the Sith could ask for. As long as he believes he's a zombie, that he was dead and resurrected fully by my master, he'll go along with what Hiss wants. Especially because he knows full well that if his master died, he'd die too. Simple self-preservation." The robot assassin droid remarked.
"Well, thank you. That's very kind of you to help me understand all that." Luke said. "You're a very considerate doctor." He added.
"Why, think nothing of it. Now…" IG-88D held up the nasty-looking needle as several OTHER robotic fingers turned into scalpels and carving implements. "Once I've finished making the same adjustments to you, we'll be having you go out on the battlefield. TWO augmented Jedi will be simply unstoppable by Hiss's side! I just need to inject more anesthetic into you, the first dose somehow wasn't enough."
"You don't get why I'm not knocked out, do you?"
The robot suddenly realized something. Luke had been stalling. A fact he only realized when he faintly heard a SZZZZ noise too late…
"Yeah, thing is…I've actually got a little problem. Anesthetic doesn't work on me as much as it used to, it's a result of my training my body to resist things like poisons and toxins as part of the next step on my Jedi path." Luke admitted…as the doctor gasped! He was cut nearly in half, as the lightsaber that had been stuck to the wall by bonds was RIPPED off by a powerful Force pull, slicing Luke's hand free. Luke then sliced his other hand free as the robot assassin droid snarled in fury.
"YOU DAMN JEDI!" He roared. "I'LL-"
THRAA-SCHLLAAASSSHHHH! Luke cut him sideways, then diagonally, slicing him clean through as he was now nothing but a disassembled bunch of parts on the ground, the head rolling around uselessly as he kept angrily swearing and cursing Luke out as Luke pulled off the bed sheet from the bed. THWIP! He covered up the droid's head, wrapping it up thoroughly, and then hanging it from the ceiling. He flicked the hanging, wrapped-up head about like it was a punching bag as he shook his head.
"I hope you won't mind just hanging around until I come back?" He remarked.
"I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. IF THE WORD "HATE" WAS WRITTEN ON EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE MICROCHIPS IN MY BODY, IT WOULDN'T EQUAL A TENTH OF THE HATRED I FEEL FOR YOU!" IG-88D snarled, though his voice was rather muffled through the bed sheet he now hung from.
A few moments later, there was a loud explosion! KRAA-KOOOOOOOOOM! The entire ship rocked about, and then loud shouts got the further attention of the Soul of the Sith.
"OY! SNAKE! Get your scaly ass out here with my brother!"
"...well, I give him points for AUDACITY." The serpentine Sith remarked as he hopped up from his chair, with Kyle following after him, as Frequency and Ember chuckled and walked off to go check on the prisoner in the hold…though to be honest, what Frequency REALLY wanted to do was more than just "checking in". The Soul of the Sith arrived at the top of the ship, looking down at Zack below, who appeared to be resting against the main mast, and looking…oddly smug. Probably because the top of the mast had been blown apart, and he was tossing a thermal detonator around in one hand. "Yes…you really have guts, Mr. Katarn. Just like your brother."
Hmm. What was that smell? It was…familiar, and yet…
"I've figured you out. Your whole specialty is mostly sneak attacks and intrusions. Having the immortal body you've got, combined with your flexible fighting skills means nobody's ever caught YOU off guard…am I right?" Zack inquired. The Soul of the Sith chuckled…though he felt odd. It sure was hot all of a sudden, it was like the damn sun was beaming RIGHT down at his skull. How annoying. But he wouldn't let this Jedi see him caught with his pants down!
"How KEEN, Mr. Katarn! But you have to realize that if you threw that thermal detonator, you'd go up too, right? AND your brother? And I know full well you wouldn't do that. You're just bluffing, no doubt you're trying to save time for…let ME guess…your friends to plant bombs?" The Sith remarked.
"Nah." Zack said, shaking his head. The Soul of the Sith and Kyle gaped at him.
"No? Really?" Kyle inquired. How odd, he felt rather warm too, on top of his head…and what was that odd smell?
"Nope. In fact, this isn't even a real thermal detonator." Zack took the top of the thing off and…sure enough…it actually held mints. He popped one into his mouth and grinned. "I'm not stalling for my friends to set up bombs. We already set you up…because the problem with your little ship is that it's made of all this WOOD, so all we really needed was a little fire in the right place…"
That's when Kyle and the Soul of the Sith realized what was happening. They looked up…
Sure enough…there, on a far-off hover bike…Poe had gotten an enormous makeshift magnifying glass set up on the bike that hovered in the air, and he'd BEEN aiming it at their heads…but now it was aimed at the spot riiiiight between them. Where they hadn't noticed some very finely-put, old-fashioned gunpowder sprinkled around…
The two BARELY jumped away in time, but…well…it was too late to really save the ship. KRAA-THROOOOOOOOOM! It began to go up like a bonfire!
"I realized that a lot of you Sith all depend on these really complex plans and advanced technology, but the thing is…you all totally overlook the most basic, low-tech things." Zack remarked as he got his lightsaber at the ready, the Soul of the Sith hissing angrily. "It's like putting lots of traps in your house but forgetting to lock the door!"
"Why, you little!"