Smug Slug
The sound of the X-wing's retreating engines slowly faded from the air. Orcus lowered his blaster pistol and watched them go until he and [member="Silara Kuhn"] stood alone on the barren, blood-spattered soil of Geonosis. Beyond the ridge came the distant sound of battle. The commlink affixed to Orcus' ear buzzed with news of the rebels' retreat.
Victory was at hand.
The Herglic stood there for several moments, staring into an empty sky. His breath came heavy, but he still seemed heedless of all, including the rivulets of blood still pouring from his multitude of gunshot wounds. At last, he turned around. The red mist at the edges of his vision faded and he seemed to hunch downward, as if supporting a massive weight upon his broad shoulders. Pitch-black eyes stared at Silara Kuhn.
"You," he boomed, though no malice tinged his words, only the faint threads of exhaustion. He deactivated his great saber and the blade shrank into non-existence. "You are the widow of Alric Kuhn?"
Victory was at hand.
The Herglic stood there for several moments, staring into an empty sky. His breath came heavy, but he still seemed heedless of all, including the rivulets of blood still pouring from his multitude of gunshot wounds. At last, he turned around. The red mist at the edges of his vision faded and he seemed to hunch downward, as if supporting a massive weight upon his broad shoulders. Pitch-black eyes stared at Silara Kuhn.
"You," he boomed, though no malice tinged his words, only the faint threads of exhaustion. He deactivated his great saber and the blade shrank into non-existence. "You are the widow of Alric Kuhn?"