As he inspected and scanned the Chiss, Lexiconus shifted his body sideways as he angled his left side back, and raised the saberstaff high. He caught the infamous symbol of Taldryan on the Chiss’ right shoulder and growled lowly.
He heard the horror stories coming from Taldryan, about the mysterious doctor who performed living autopsies, rendering his patients - or subjects, for a lack of a better word - paralysed, unable to protect themselves from the macabre surgery. It was a disgusting thought to Lexiconus, who turned his lip at it. With a growl, he spoke.
“Demons such as yourself need to be silenced, and eradicated from the Force. I can sense you won’t go down easily. So I will only ask you this one time. Submit and obey!” He shouted, his words carrying a spirit of authority. The foreman who watched this, slackjawed and trembling, dropped his datapad and ran for his office.
The green blade shined brightly in contrast to Rhylance’s skin, as Lexiconus carefully hovered it next to his neck. The soft, vibrant hum of the weapon echoed through the container yard, reminding the men how deathly silent it was today.
“It seems we garnered a crowd, it would be a shame for this battle to cease so quickly, wouldn’t you agree?” The Commander flashed a disarming smile towards the Quarren, but Lexiconus growled more and jammed his blade closer.
“Your trickery and deception won’t work on me, blue. But I will bite on your idea. It is time to kill the competition, so to speak,” The Quarren nodded to himself. Rhylance flashed that charming smile once again. This was his moment.
The flicker of warning in the Force came a second too late as he felt the sting of pain, a flash of silver and black quickly swiped across his leathery cheek. Rhylance rolled and stumbled away, as he forced himself to his feet and ran in the opposite direction. He placed his hand on his cheek and felt the incision of the Chiss’ scalpel, then his vision became misty and blurred. The Seer staggered and collapsed against the container, as thunder and rain pour ignited from the sky. His eyes tried to concentrate, as a female approached him in some dark coat. Her orange hands extended out to Lexiconus, as she whimpered and beckoned him.
“Love, come home. Please, come home,” She whispered, her voice broken as her tears flooded.
“Did you ever love me? Do you know? Did you ever want to be my own?” She pleaded his attention, as her upsetting and whimpering face became Lexiconus’ only distraction. But this wasn’t real, he knew it wasn’t. How could it be?
He knew the truth about this scene, he was there. The rain pour was so heavy outside of his home, and it was him who waited, not her. His tears that flooded the puddles, not hers. It was her who chose another man, not him. As he shook his head to remove the false memories, he concentrated in the Force to resist, as his blurred vision became sharp and focused again.
Once he came to, there was no sign of the Chiss anywhere. But the Force gave his position away. Lexiconus sighed as he flurried his saberstaff and walked forward.
“Stop hiding in the shadows, and reveal yourself in the light. I could virtually sense your palpitating heart from the next yard!”