“I never hurt her!” Ottlis scrambled backwards, seeking escape but only finding an unforgiving corner. “Ask Arihnda! All those weeks of combat training, no breaks, scrapes, or bruises!”
The blue alien smiled coldly, the look more threatening than the fiery glower that preceded it.
“Not all injuries are external.” His voice was matter-of-fact.
The man had first attacked with bare hands, but now a blaster appeared in his grip.
“And betrayal’s scars are lasting.”
The muzzle pointed, unwavering in Ottlis’ face.
“Don’t—”
Thrawn’s weapon sizzled, silencing Ottlis Dos forever. The body wouldn’t be found.
That scum Ghadi was next.














