After being forced to kneel before the Dark Lord of the Sith, worry began to settle in the Nightbrother's mind. Bel wasn't sure why he was so worried for Caelian- he'd barely met the guy, and yet they had been through some tough shit together. Maybe it was because Bel saw Caelian as the brother he never had. Maybe he simply didn't want him to go out like this. Bel always knew the Empire had a strict code...but was this Empire he had been fighting for? Was he supposed to be cutthroat enough to stab his own friends in the back purely because they failed someone's expectations?
"C'mon, Cae..." Bel muttered, watching the fight with as much anticipation as the Dark Lord. Did the Agent dare interfere with Darth Raze looming close by? Wasn't that what the Dark Lord had wanted from the others? To take action, right? Bel found his gaze lower to the blaster pistol at his side, and with a shaking hand, he slowly reached for it without breaking eye contact. While Vahliri was busy with Caelian, he'd have a clean shot to neutralize her- whether it be with lethal rounds or a stun bolt, Bel didn't care.
Can I do this?...Yes...Should I do this?... Bel didn't know.
But, for now...his hand would continue to...inch closer...and closer...to the grip...of his gun...
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