Thu Jun 28, 2012 10:08 am by Darth Malus
*With the cessation of the torrent of vile energy from Caed, Malus rolled over onto his back in time to see the tree fall on top of his compatriot with a sickening thud, snow and shingle spraying upwards in a cloud as it struck home. Wheezing heavier then normal, struggling to overcome the burnt oxygen that seared his lungs almost as bad as the fire and smoke had from his accident, he looked at last at the prone figure of the wrinkled brown sprout of a Jedi that lay beside him. It had moved very little, and seemed to have given up after a momentary attempt to shift itself.
Malus had suffered far less than the Jedi, and found his strength much sooner. Sitting upright, he gurgled breath through the mask, blood seeping from the slit of a mouth-hole, secreted from his lungs as they battled the overwhelming assault they had suffered. Groaning in his whispered, rasping voice, he managed to scramble to his feet, despite the screaming protestations of his body, bending down to retrieve his lightsaber hilt, and kicking the Jedi's away and out of immediate reach.
Staggering over the few steps to the brown alien, he looked down at it. It looked pitiful. It looked weak. Malus had to wonder where it came from, what exactly it was, and whether there were more like him. And if there were, were there Dark-hearted ones amongst them? It mattered little now of course. The creature was out for the count, and rather than stand on ceremony, the Sith made swift decision to complete the job quickly, and not waste effort on display.
Igniting the blade in his hand, he swiped viciously, his eyes glaring at the body, as the humming energy blade sliced neatly through the tough cartilage in its neck, removing the skull with a spray of dark crimson. The head and neck rolled sideways its eyes open and staring back in horror at the Sith who had killed him. Malus returned the look, uncaring, unfeeling, and un-fazed. Taking to a knee, he reached for his dagger, and found no hilt greeting him. Looking down in momentary confusion, he then remembered what had happened to it, and shot a venomous look at the dismembered body beneath him. Taking his lightsaber, he growled as he carefully positioned the tip, and proceeded to cut the heart from the creature, removing it carefully from its chest, and wrapping it in a strip of cloth cut from its Jedi robe, before tucking it into a pouch on his belt. Taking the head also, carrying it by the floppy neck like a dead piece of poultry, he stumbled over towards the tree, wondering if Caed had somehow survived, or whether he was going to be flying home alone.
Not that he much cared either way.*