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“No, we should leave, now. We are on a time limit here, and we’ve already succeeded. Going for the Wookie Knight gives us a chance of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.” You answer your snow-white companion. “But there is one thing I want to try. Watch the holofeed.”
Seyra looks at you expectantly while you call up the image of Murl and Garllan within your helmet. As the view zooms in on Murl’s unconscious form, which lies next to Garllan, who is being interrogated by the fearsome Jedi. The Wookie is snarling, spittle flies from his savage maw as he fights an impossible effort to not unleash his fury on his captives after seeing Hamlor’s ruined and desecrated body. Miming the action with your hands, you reach out through the Force, to grope at the grenade attached to Murl’s waist. The distance steals your practised ability; this is new to you. Before it has always been within sight, not transmuted through a screen. Nothing happens; you can’t feel it.
Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and feel the world around you, not the one made of flesh, metal and matter. But the world that exists in the dimensions of the Force. You feel the life inhabiting the bodies around you and even the Force that hides in the inert metal skeleton of the ship. Looking at the grenade again, you try once more to grab it through the vastness of the vessel, to touch it, to activate it. It isn’t a herculean task you can force; it’s a skill that requires finesse. Pressing your thumb down, as if touching the detonator, the sphere lights up.
Garmnar see it, but he sees it too late. The only thing he has time to do is raise a hand that conjures a protective field. A ball of light rips out, engulfing the two Acolytes in its embrace. Turning them into burning husks as the explosion of plasma gnaws at their flesh and bone. The only thing that remains are two eviscerated collections of charred skeletons flung across the hallway. Scorch marks mar the hardened durasteel, leaving lasting scarring as evidence of what has taken place. A roar rips from the furious Wookie’s throat, raging at his failure, at the two foul beings he was robbed of enacting his revenge upon. Garmnar looks through the camera embedded into the wall and into your eyes, then the feed dies.
Seyra lets loose an impressed whistle, “You are full of tricks. I wouldn’t have even thought about that. I have a lot to learn.” The last words that leave her mouth comes out in a growl of frustration.
