The tough but tender skin of the Yautkan revealed little in the way of secrets except for what the inside of a Yautkan looked like. To some that was enough. It bleeds. If it bleeds I can kill it. Kayden’s enemies would all bleed the same.
“He makes no complaints but this one is even less talkative than the bounty hunter,” the mortician called back. “Might have something to do with a missing head. He also smells like…burnt bacon?” Might have something to do with the missing flesh.
The blade peeled, cut beneath and sliced away, each stroke of the knife no less precise than the stroke of a saber.
Was it a girl? Kayden looked left, certain he heard a voice, saw only darkness. Or a boy? Looked right, more black. Who? Looked up, saw two eyes as yellow as the Yautkan’s—or a Sith’s. Ask your sister, Skyler.
When Kayden emerged from the darkness deeper in the cave, stepping into the light of a cookfire, he did not come alone.
One arm hung at his side while the other led the way, fingers curled toward the headless corpse, flayed and floating forward as silently as the darkness.
“Our injured friend has some pretty sweet equipment; a remote explosive in his chest armor, but I guess a certain Sith beat him to suicide. The explosive is now in the chest itself. Might prove a suitable deterrent to not giving us what we want, and giving it to us alive."
Kayden offered a shrug. "Tacky theatrics, perhaps, but I say there is power in a gesture, and a flayed man has no secrets...except for what's inside his chest, I guess."
The cave was dark, while the night sky was creeping closer, and that darkness would blot out the sun and blanket the forest by the time the Sith would be creeping upon the Daggers.
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“He makes no complaints but this one is even less talkative than the bounty hunter,” the mortician called back. “Might have something to do with a missing head. He also smells like…burnt bacon?” Might have something to do with the missing flesh.
The blade peeled, cut beneath and sliced away, each stroke of the knife no less precise than the stroke of a saber.
Was it a girl? Kayden looked left, certain he heard a voice, saw only darkness. Or a boy? Looked right, more black. Who? Looked up, saw two eyes as yellow as the Yautkan’s—or a Sith’s. Ask your sister, Skyler.
When Kayden emerged from the darkness deeper in the cave, stepping into the light of a cookfire, he did not come alone.
One arm hung at his side while the other led the way, fingers curled toward the headless corpse, flayed and floating forward as silently as the darkness.
“Our injured friend has some pretty sweet equipment; a remote explosive in his chest armor, but I guess a certain Sith beat him to suicide. The explosive is now in the chest itself. Might prove a suitable deterrent to not giving us what we want, and giving it to us alive."
Kayden offered a shrug. "Tacky theatrics, perhaps, but I say there is power in a gesture, and a flayed man has no secrets...except for what's inside his chest, I guess."
The cave was dark, while the night sky was creeping closer, and that darkness would blot out the sun and blanket the forest by the time the Sith would be creeping upon the Daggers.
@Sicadorito