The metallic whine,
As servo’s try to react,
To my saber strike.
Shouting increases,
As the pirates closed around
My strike team and I.
One hundred persent,
Of the chances they were done,
The choice never thought.
Run and hide trembling,
Or stand and fight the chance was
Lost in the battle.
Do or die no try,
The time taken to prevail,
Slipped swiftly away.
Taking down the threat,
As my saber tasted blood,
The final stroke dealt.
The battle finished,
The outcome as predicted,
My team won the day.