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With the main threat lying on the floor in a pool of blood, there was nothing to stop Avreet from giving a signal to the Imperials. "Send the troops, ambassador, the guns and the Jedi are gone," said Avreet into the comlink on his left wrist and listened to the man confirming it. There was only one thing left to do in the room. The Jedi Master could hide his Force presence and signature, and Avreet didn't want to risk the man being still alive and waiting for the Sith to turn their backs to him. Pacing towards the body, muck still sloshing in his boots, Avreet lowered his right hand and his wrist flicked down, the crimson lightsaber blade sinking into the Jedi Master's right eye and moving further in as Avreet extended his arm. Releasing his thumb from the button turned off the plasma beam, leaving a charred hole that looked like a black eye in the Jedi's eye socket. If the man survived Grima's twin beams penetrating his torso, he definitely did not live through this this.
"So, Master," Avreet's whisker shivered as he turned to face the Sith Witch, while kneeling next to the corpse and searching through it's belongings, hoping to find something useful, "How does it feel to kill your first Jedi Master?" he asked with curiosity in his voice, remembering the first time he killed a Jedi. The memory was still fresh, he remembered the sudden realization he was alive and his opponent lied dead at his feet. The incredible exhaustion, yet enjoying the feeling of victory over someone so powerful after a long battle of life and death, two members of different orders fighting against each other, neither of them going to surrender or flee.
His hand touched something solid through the dead man's rough tunic. Avreet reached under it and pulled out a small cylinder shaped packet. It was big enough to fit into his hand, and had several white inscribings it's yellow surface. Avreet did not recognize the language, knowing only Basic. The cybernetic eye took several pictures of the object before the Mon Cal gently tapped on it with his claw. It gave a deep, hollow sound. There had to be something inside, though Avreet did not dare to try and open it. The object might have been very, very old, so anything that hid inside the shell might be destroyed if the packet was not opened carefully enough. Surprisingly enough, he felt tingling in his fingers when holding the mysterious object.
Standing up from the cold body, the Mon Calamari telekinetically levitated the cylinder in his hand and sent it to Grima. "Could this be what brought the Jedi here, Master?" Given the time the Jedi was inside the Temple, it was entirely possible. The Alliance soldiers must have explored it already.
From a distance, he heard an occasional sound so typical for blaster bolts ripping through the air. The Imperial soldiers swept through the jungle, searching for enemies and surrounding them in their ring of men that was closing on the Temple in the middle of the forest. It didn't take long and the teenager's ear canals caught a familiar whir coming from an approaching transport ship's engines. It wouldn't take long and the Sith trio would be picked up.
"So, Master," Avreet's whisker shivered as he turned to face the Sith Witch, while kneeling next to the corpse and searching through it's belongings, hoping to find something useful, "How does it feel to kill your first Jedi Master?" he asked with curiosity in his voice, remembering the first time he killed a Jedi. The memory was still fresh, he remembered the sudden realization he was alive and his opponent lied dead at his feet. The incredible exhaustion, yet enjoying the feeling of victory over someone so powerful after a long battle of life and death, two members of different orders fighting against each other, neither of them going to surrender or flee.
His hand touched something solid through the dead man's rough tunic. Avreet reached under it and pulled out a small cylinder shaped packet. It was big enough to fit into his hand, and had several white inscribings it's yellow surface. Avreet did not recognize the language, knowing only Basic. The cybernetic eye took several pictures of the object before the Mon Cal gently tapped on it with his claw. It gave a deep, hollow sound. There had to be something inside, though Avreet did not dare to try and open it. The object might have been very, very old, so anything that hid inside the shell might be destroyed if the packet was not opened carefully enough. Surprisingly enough, he felt tingling in his fingers when holding the mysterious object.
Standing up from the cold body, the Mon Calamari telekinetically levitated the cylinder in his hand and sent it to Grima. "Could this be what brought the Jedi here, Master?" Given the time the Jedi was inside the Temple, it was entirely possible. The Alliance soldiers must have explored it already.
From a distance, he heard an occasional sound so typical for blaster bolts ripping through the air. The Imperial soldiers swept through the jungle, searching for enemies and surrounding them in their ring of men that was closing on the Temple in the middle of the forest. It didn't take long and the teenager's ear canals caught a familiar whir coming from an approaching transport ship's engines. It wouldn't take long and the Sith trio would be picked up.