Burning Rage
Your hand flies out, backhanding the piece of filth. The acolyte bends in on himself, ribs snapping under your blow. His blade comes at you, but you are too fast. You snap his wrist like glass, grabbing his saber and crushing it. "I hear tell that you consider yourself a nightmare for men like me, Joorus." You kick him hard, once, feeling his leg shatter. The man whimpers, a voice that has haunted your best friend for years. "That you took in joy in breaking men like me- species traitors."
You haul the former CIS lackey to his legs, making sure he puts pressure on the one you broke. "You have no idea what my nightmares are like." You grab the vibroblade he intended to dissect you with, letting it hum right next to his ears. "But if you'd like, I can show you." He does not die quickly.
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You wake with a start. Your temper's never been that bad, but in the recent months and years you've gotten a tendency to growl. Shaking your head, you fall back into the familiar motion of meditation. Sep or no, you hope you never even begin to feel half the hate and rage you felt at that moment. That vision did not feel prophetic, but for safety's sake, you set an appointment with an old friend who runs a clinic meant for veterans such as yourself. Still, you have a man you need to save.