@captainrcx ⥑⥏ cont.
A sharp C L A N K of steps landed eerily through the corridors, gradually solidifying the clone soldiers’ tragic inevitability as the cyborg drew near. A hum and buzz of sabers accompanied the cruel violence created by a mechanical monster’s claws. Pathetic clones. Nothing but mere pawns easily discarded. Crushed in a single horror - filled second.
The sounds of war brought him pleasure. The ping and pang of blaster bolts, the shake of explosions, and screams of the hopeless. Closing in, enemy movements seemed to become desperate, flailing with F E A R . He desired a real challenge.
His presence was among view of the last few soon to be dead survivors. With a disgruntled cough, he interrogated the last clones of the group, ignited sabers in hand, ❝ where is skywalker ? tell me and i may end your lives quickly . ❞
