Aggressive Negotiations
Corik didn’t think this guy would break under normal conditions, but with a lightsaber to his throat he might consider otherwise. So he asked for the prisoner to be released. When the energy cell retracted, Corik grabbed the captive’s shirt collar and pulled him in close. The beam of Corik’s lightsaber ignited in between the two of them, inches from the man’s neck.
“Let me give you a chance to save yourself.” Corik began in an aggressive tone. “Tell me what you know of the resistance. Tell me enough and I might let you live.”
“You won’t get anything from me Jedi scum.”
“I’ll count to three. One… Two...”
“Three!” The prisoner shouted as he grabbed Corik’s left arm which held the lightsaber and pushed it back into Corik. Before Corik’s reflexes kicked in the lightsaber was in his chest, and he was on the floor. He wasn’t conscious long enough to see the guards bring his attacker to the same fate.