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The mines recede. The rest of the Jedi are nothing more than faint shadows in your peripheral vision. All that’s in the world are yourself, and Master Potkin.
“Your plan is pathetic, idiotic, poorly made, reckless to the extreme, and I have beyond a shadow of a doubt that it will fail,” you intone coldly, with as withering a glare as you can muster. “The only thing that this plot of yours would have accomplished was our brothers and sisters to their deaths. Or worse, torture at the hands of the Sith.”
Potkin has to look up to face you, but she makes up the difference in height with the sheer venom and bile in her voice.
“Where were you when Vader stormed the temple?!” she demands. “Where were you when Palpatine proclaimed himself emperor to the thunderous applause of the masses?! Where were you when the clones dragged the bodies of our brothers and sisters onto the steps to be burned like a heap of garbage?!”
<span class="mu-i">“Master! Master...! Please----! It hurts, it hurts, make it-! MaStErRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“The child is mine. Begone, little Jedi.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“I am one with the spirits, and the spirits are with me…”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“gODS doN'T dIE GoDs doN't diE goDS DoN'T DiE…”</span>
…you need a moment to breath, and collect your emotions. "...thinking about our future. Not about revenge."
Then, the world reasserts itself before a red-faced Potkin can angrily respond.
“Enough!” barks Darté, and his voice booms along the walls of the mines. He turns to Potkin with a sever expression. “I lost an eye and nearly all of my soldiers because I went into battle with faulty intelligence that was bungled by my supposed allies. I have no desire to pay that price once again. No, Master Potkin, I will have no part of any of this foolishness!”
The general stalks towards you. He is not alone. Soon coming with him is a grimacing Master Farr. Of all of the Masters, Arana is the only one to stay right behind a furious, twitching Potkin.
“…talking is the most important thing,” he says with a wary sigh. “I actually did want to ask about using the dark to achieve good, but I see that I’ll not find that discussion here.”
<span class="mu-i">…definitely shelving that one for a later date.</span>
Darté intones gruffly, “This is all I have on me. How soon can we escape?”
“Not yet,” you say, turning to address him. “There’s still a matter of Swan and Choi-”
Suddenly, Sia-Lan cries. “Farren, watch out-!”
There is no sound, no tell-tale <span class="mu-i">snap-HISS</span> of a lightsaber being activated. Both the Force and your instincts scream of murderous intent only heartbeats after Sia-Lan’s warning. You side-step out of the way, dodging a strike that would’ve otherwise ripped open your back. Pivoting on your foot, you spin around to find the cortosis sword reversing towards your stomach.
Potkin hisses as you twist away, extending her hand to throw a pallet of crates at your direction.
(cont.)