Frakutsk looked directly into the malevolent eyes of the sith. Frakutsk's glare was calm, thoughtful, challenging, even, but not resentful. There was no hate in that glare... only pity. Pity for the human, so strong in the force, so much power, only to waste it for evil. Pity that this Sith did not see what he had caused, obsessed only with himself.

Would he actually destroy Frakutsk? Perhaps, he would. Life would go on, though. Frakutsk would move on to a greater existence, peaceful even in death. Ah, but perhaps he woulden't destroy Frakutsk? Perhaps... just perhaps... there was a kernel of good the the corrupted heart of this Sith.

"Nosa... sir... itsa cannot."

But what could? Even if Frakutsk had had several years of Jedi training, he would still not be able to stop this powerful Sith master. Someone else could save Frakutsk... but Frakutsk could not yell for help, so this was unlikely. Frakutsk could barely even speak. He barely managed to say those four words.

His smirk grew wider as he felt the gungan begin to fear for his own life. It continued to grow as he watched the bovine-esque look of stupidity cross the aliens face.

"And what would you do to stop a threat to peace, hmm?"

Lupercus considered killing the 'jedi' before he could answer but a flash of the gungans future stayed his hand. Thousands would die as a result of the gungans actions as a member of the galactic coalition, many more as a result of his advice. No, he would not kill the stripling, for he would serve a greater purpose if cut loose.

It was becoming very difficuly to breathe now. Frakutsk had definately surrendered to fighting the Sith, if he had ever tried at all, and now was simply hoping that the sith found some reason not to kill him.

"Anything.... peaceful... Isa could"

Stammered Frakutsk.

And then, something hit him. Something strange... something very, very bad. Many would die as a result of Frakutsk's actions... But that was impossible, there must have been a mistake! Nevertheless, Frakutsk's expression became that of very nervous worry.

...

Frakutsk's reply seemed to have enraged the Sith. Lupercus's eyes burnt furiously.

"Disgusting."

Said Lupercus and the most vile, most utterly disgusted voice possibly imaginable.

Lupercus gave one, final, malicious burst of the darkside into his force-grip around Frakutsk's scrawny neck. Something snapped.

The sith tossed the poor Gungan aside, for dead or not, and walked out of the bar.

...

The pain shot through Frakutsk, his eyes rolled back in his head as he futily attempted to scream out. And then, everything was gone.

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