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Ian Brazee-Cannon
From the shadows the snap-hiss of a lightsaber
being ignited echoed though Ron's ears. The crimson blade scarred the harsh
darkness of the forest. Ron could barely make out the gray and silver
mask of the weapon's owner. The mask looked like a metallic skull
floating through the night.
"Ron Wellspring, death has come for you," an
artificial voice stated. "As it will come for all of the new order of Jedi."
Ron drew his lightsaber and switched it on.
"If it's a fight you want, then come and get
it," Ron boasted. "I'll warn you though, Master Skywalker said I
was one of the best he had ever seen with a lightsaber."
The figure step out from the shadows. Ron
could now see that his opponent was a Morseerian. The mask was standard
for the methane breathing aliens. As were the extra set of arms.
The Morseerian was dressed in an all black skin tight body suit and a black
cloak with gray shoulder pads. The face mask was gray with black
highlights and a silver breathing tube hanging down from the black mouth
piece. Several trophies hung from his belt: fingers, eyes, even the
tooth of a krayt dragon.
There was no sign of emotions from behind the
intimidating mask as the Morseerian took the first swing.
As the combatants exchanged blows the rain came.
Steam arouse from the lightsabers with every sizzle of rain against them.
As the forest floor turned to mud the two men
continued they battle, with neither one able to gain the upper hand.
"I will admit, you are the best I have come across
yet," the Morseerian remarked as the two of them had they blades locked.
"But I will be the victor."
Ron started to laugh when he heard the sizzle
of another lightsaber being activated. As Ron looked down to see
what was going on he felt the stab of a lightsaber through is chest.
Ron backed away and dropped his weapon.
He looked up to see a short clear light blade coming from the krayt dragon
tooth, which was now being held in the lower left hand of the Morseerian.
Ron fell to the muddy ground. His hands
covering the wound in a futile gesture. The rain quickened, pushing
Ron deeper into the mud.
"Regretfully this battle was not worthy of taking
a trophy," the Morseerian said as he extinguished both blades and vanished
into the shadows. "Know now that death came to you by the hands of Lect
Hords, The Dark Knight"
Ron Wellspring died slowly, mumbling "Lect Hords,
the dark knight," with each of his last breaths.
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