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Turning his gaze from the bodies and looking up at the intercom, listening to Ryak, Avreet waited for him to finish before making his way out of the bridge. The Sith Master didn't forget to tell Avreet to bring the prisoner, making the teenage Acolyte shiver with fear. He had no prisoner to deliver, which would displease the STARS leader, no doubt about that. The Mon Calamari checked the ship's systems were running fine and turned around to leave and go to the airlock. From what he read on the screen, another ship had docked. Must have been the Imperials who came to take the ship.
On his way, he witnessed many dead bodies and a few destroyed droids. All of them had lightsaber wounds, indicating the other Acolytes went through there and dealt with anyone standing in their way. The sigh made Avreet regret not taking his lightsaber. With the weapon, he would have stopped the prisoner from escaping. Too late to cry over the spilled milk though, he had to face the consequences. Meeting a squad of armed Imperial soldiers on his way, who luckily realized the boy was a Sith, he turned around a corner and finally saw the airlock. Hopefully the air would be more breathable than the one inside the ship, which smelled of burned flesh.
The Sith Master waited for them, immediately seeing Avreet was not accompanied by the prisoner. "Master De'ruus, I apologize, the pilot had escaped," the Acolyte said, staring at the leader. Whatever was going to happen to him now, it wasn't going to be pleasant. He could only hope it wouldn't last too long, despite pain being his ally. Force lightning was not just painful, it meant receiving the dark side from the caster, twisting the receiver.
On his way, he witnessed many dead bodies and a few destroyed droids. All of them had lightsaber wounds, indicating the other Acolytes went through there and dealt with anyone standing in their way. The sigh made Avreet regret not taking his lightsaber. With the weapon, he would have stopped the prisoner from escaping. Too late to cry over the spilled milk though, he had to face the consequences. Meeting a squad of armed Imperial soldiers on his way, who luckily realized the boy was a Sith, he turned around a corner and finally saw the airlock. Hopefully the air would be more breathable than the one inside the ship, which smelled of burned flesh.
The Sith Master waited for them, immediately seeing Avreet was not accompanied by the prisoner. "Master De'ruus, I apologize, the pilot had escaped," the Acolyte said, staring at the leader. Whatever was going to happen to him now, it wasn't going to be pleasant. He could only hope it wouldn't last too long, despite pain being his ally. Force lightning was not just painful, it meant receiving the dark side from the caster, twisting the receiver.
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