The dark warrior let go of me, shoving me to the floor while he pocketed my knife. In one fluid motion, he unclipped his light saber, ignited it, and sliced off Glar's head. Have you ever seen a decapitated Hutt? It�s definitely not one of the prettiest sights in the universe. I'd hate to think what it would have been like with a regular sword; it was messy enough with the 'saber cauterizing the wound as it was made.
I looked up at the warrior as I rose from my position on the floor. *Not that I'm complaining, but didn�t you just say that you would let him live?* The warrior strode over to me, quickly bent down, picked me up, and threw me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. *Hey! PUT ME DOWN!* I screamed at him, hand-walking my way up his back. He turned and bashed me into a wall, knocking me off balance and back into a more carriable position. *Sith do not keep a bargain with those who would betray us from the moment of agreement* he sneered. Before I could come up with a snappy retort about how he still seemed to be taking his payment from that "betrayed agreement", he dropped me onto the ground next to his speeder. Man, didn't Lucas screw up on any of the details? Just as I was pondering this, the Sith swung his hand back and punched me in the jaw...and the bright skies of Tattoine faded to black. |