Nar Shaddaa

[Solus]

Solus was ecstatic to say the least. The death, the chaos, the battle, all of it made the Shard almost squeal in happiness. He hadn’t felt this way since the invasion of Naboo. And he wasn’t alone with his feelings. All around him the Linnorms were preparing and galvanizing themselves, readying for battle and death. The Fanged God would be fed today, and their enemies would feed the fangs. 

 

“We go with blades, and guns alight…” Solus started singing to himself, just loud enough to be overheard. A few Linnroms looked at him and grinned and started to sing along as well. 

 

“Ra-ka-ka-ta, Ra-ka-ka-ta!
The mouth is open, we kill tonight,
Ra-ka-ka-ta, Ra-ka-ka-ta!” 

 

The song quickly caught on like sparks on kindling. All over the ship, Linnorms began to sing their chant, Solus the loudest amongst them. 

 

“Cut off their heads and break their bones,
Ra-ka-ka-ta, Ra-ka-ka-ta!
Feed the fangs with their moans!
Ra-ka-ka-ta! Ra-ka-ka-ta!”

 

Tear growled approvingly but hungrily. The hound was practically galloping to keep up with the Shard. Solus slowed himself and quited himself down for the Tukata’s sake. He needed to control himself. Now was not the time to show too much emotion. 

 

Or was it the perfect time?

 

Solus eventually found his way back to the hangar. It was this time that he felt the wound open up in space. The black hole or whatever it was reverberated in the Force, and Solus felt it fully. He had to grab onto the nearest object to keep from stumbling over. Never before had he felt such death. 

 

Solus began to laugh.  “Don’t you see? Don’t you get it Tear?”

 

Tear didn’t reply, but panted heavily in anticipation of the death he would feast on. 

 

Solus and the hound made their way onto the shuttle the Lord of Rage was on.

 

“Haha! What a glorious day master! The Men are singing, death is being made… why it feels like even the Fanged God himself is here! Hahaha! Let us join him and kill all of these infidels!”