Fiction Activity

Competition
Eyes Of The Beholder
Textual submission

It was a blur. They flew into the hanger in their ship painted black as the void of space. The Lasat exited the ramp first dressed in a tattered cloak and black armor. The hood pulled up hid his face but there was no mistaking his species walk and purple skin. The Trandoshan that followed would have appeared comical in his jumpsuit with pieces of clone trooper armor attached if it wasn’t for his look of pure bloodlust.

Max had approached the pair that strode confidently to meet him. I knew that kidnapping the governor’s son was risky but this was more than I had bargained for. It was supposed to be a simple job, kidnap the rent at a local bar, set up a drop for the credits, and be done. This however was turning into anything but simple.

“You got our credits,” Max said to the strangers. But he got no reply they just kept walking toward him and I would have sworn the Trandoshan smirked a bit before the pair came to halt about 5 meters before max.

“Does it look like I have one million credits?” The Lasat replied. “Instead I have a counteroffer from the Governor. His son for your lives.”

Max did the thing idiots do in these situations. He laughed. When two beasts such as they were walk-off an old Imperial Decimator into a room full of 50 men without batting an eye laughing at them is not the right response. Call me a coward if you want but i started backing toward the blast door leading into the spaceport.

“We have you outnumbered twenty-five to one. You really are not in a position to negotiate.”

“You should have brought more men.” the Lasat replied with a comical tone in his voice. He removed something from under his robe holding it in his massive hand.

“Oh, looks like the governor sent a Jedi. Always wanted to kill a Jedi.”

“I am no Jedi!” was the response as the red blade erupted out of his lightsaber slicing Max in half before he even knew what had happened. I turned and ran but the blast doors slammed shut in my face. Panic set in as I turned around. The swirling red blade caused limbs and bodies to fall to the floor. LIghtening would flow from the Lasats hand electrocuting his foes as he swung wildly through people. But more unnerving than that was the Trandohsan counting out loud as his blaster bolts seared flesh on their way through bodies.

Almost as quickly as it started the Hanger Bay was silent again. Bodies and limbs littered the floor, blood ran thick and I realized that I was the only one left and had nowhere to run. I started to bolt behind some cargo containers but felt my legs moving and I was going nowhere. The Lasat was moving in the Hum of his lightsaber is something i will never forget as i realized i was being suspended in mid-air.

“Thissss one is a coward. No pointsss from the sscorekeeper from him.” The large reptile hissed out.

“The governors son, where is he?”

“I - I- I don’t know, Max didn’t say.” I stammered out, trying to stall my imminent death. But all I felt was a pain as the lightning erupted from the Lasats hand reaching out to me like a spider web.

“Ok, Ok… just let me live, it wasn’t my idea,” I shouted trying to drown out the pain. “He is in the ship, in the holding cell. Just please don kill me.”

Oh, there are much worse things than death.” he sneered as the Trandoshan ran off to collect their surprise. And the pain-racked my body again as he poured more lighting into my body. I could smell my own flesh burning as I twisted and writhed in agony, my body convulsing involuntarily. The lightning eventually stopped but the pain didn’t. He was right you know, there are worse things than death. Disfigured and crippled now the worst part is the nightmares. The nightmares.