"This is it."
Ensconsed within the bowels of the freighter, Theemin was ready.
Atton was not.
Sure, the shipyard was under Hutt control. By most measurements, nobody who actually worked here was innocent. They were all - directly or indirectly - responsible for some pain, and he couldn't exactly find fault in hurting them for that. There was a part of him that hungered for it, actually... but that was the rub.
There shouldn't be one.
"Scarro?"
Atton backed off. Theemin looked up. "Yeah?"
"You and your squad take the east wing," said the Bith, his big black eyes bearing down on Theemin. "Leave no one alive."
"Yes, sir."
Screw it. No time to let the Jedi do any of the thinking.
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Ensconsed within the bowels of the freighter, Theemin was ready.
Atton was not.
Sure, the shipyard was under Hutt control. By most measurements, nobody who actually worked here was innocent. They were all - directly or indirectly - responsible for some pain, and he couldn't exactly find fault in hurting them for that. There was a part of him that hungered for it, actually... but that was the rub.
There shouldn't be one.
"Scarro?"
Atton backed off. Theemin looked up. "Yeah?"
"You and your squad take the east wing," said the Bith, his big black eyes bearing down on Theemin. "Leave no one alive."
"Yes, sir."
Screw it. No time to let the Jedi do any of the thinking.
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