Short Stories about Everyone but mainly about Devaronians

"Run"

The air around them is silent. It feels, as if nature herself had retreated, making room for the two men, standing across each other and the low humming of their lightsaber.

Frelea watches his opponent, the Twi'lek in front of him is barely more than skin and bones, his long Lekku twitching back and forth, restless like his mind. His stance, while following the basics is careful almost as if he was preparing to run way the second Frelea made a move.

A raindrop hits his head and starts running down his forehead and over his cheek. Thunder growls in the distance. The other man flinches visibly.

With a deep breath he shifts his feet, his braids swinging back and forth as he brings his lightsaber staff in front of his body, the pink blade sizzling with every raindrop.

The silence is heavy and unbearable.

"Leave."

The rain soaks through his clothes, making the fabric heavy and cold on his skin. His opponent starts to tremble.

"I know you don't want to fight.", Frelea repeats, but the other man doesn't move. The fear of failure is stronger than the fear of death. Of course it is. He is a Sith. Frelea knows how it feels.

He moves forward, swinging his staff - it doesn't feel right to kill the Sith. He is just another terrified soul, abused solely for the misfortune of his connection with the Force.

There are so many more like him.

Their sabers meet in an explosion of sparks as he stares into the Twi'leks eyes, red and wide open in fear, dark circles underneath. But fear is a powerful weapon.

A quick counter attack forces Frelea to step back and dodge.

A lightsaber in the hands of a scared man is a dangerous weapon. Frelea knows that, all too well. But his fear is no longer controlling him.

He jumps forward in a moment of broken defense - it has always been so weak, one day he'd face an opponent not as merciful as Frelea and find his end because of it - the metal end of his own staff slamming away the Twi'leks legs from underneath him.

It had barely been a fight. It never was.

Frelea points the blade towards the man on the ground. The silence returns to his ears, his only company the sizzling of rain hitting the lightsaber and his own breath.

"Run."

The other man looks up to him. With his red saber extinguished he just looks scared, distrusting of his command.

"Run.", Frelea repeats. "Tell your master that I got away. That I ran from you."

The Twi'lek still doesn't move, he seems frozen, the only movement is the slight tremble of his arms and Lekku.

"RUN!"

He is shocked by himself, by the sudden outburst, the sudden heat of anger and old pain exploding in him. But it's enough to make the other man move, to get on his feet, grabbing his lightsaber and run, disappearing between the trees.

"Just run."