Eli couldn't help but glance at that lightsaber. Granted, he'd never seen a lightsaber except in holos and some of Thrawn's artwork, but the typical model was just the handle for a single blade, or an elongated one for a dual-bladed saber. That though, that looked more like a pike handle.
He stayed a few paces behind Altair, blaster in hand, prepared to raise it at a moment's notice. All the while, he was careful to step around the gore. He could tell himself it was just so he wouldn't slip, but really, he was just squeamish.
Once out of the main section, they found themselves in a corridor, and Eli gestured for them to go left, surmising that the comm room would be near the front.
The walk was eerily quiet, and Eli got a bad feeling the farther along they went. He froze suddenly, when they got near the front. He swore he heard voices speaking in an alien language in the room just up ahead.
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He stayed a few paces behind Altair, blaster in hand, prepared to raise it at a moment's notice. All the while, he was careful to step around the gore. He could tell himself it was just so he wouldn't slip, but really, he was just squeamish.
Once out of the main section, they found themselves in a corridor, and Eli gestured for them to go left, surmising that the comm room would be near the front.
The walk was eerily quiet, and Eli got a bad feeling the farther along they went. He froze suddenly, when they got near the front. He swore he heard voices speaking in an alien language in the room just up ahead.