Cleaning Up the Mess (Part 2)
BOOM~~~!! The immense body of the God-statue-class Turbo Tank split down the middle, then crashed to the ground!
Boringi was quite agile as well. She landed steadily after jumping down, but even so, she could not believe what she was seeing. She looked back at the burning wreckage of the God-statue-class Turbo Tank, then turned around in horror and stared blankly at the Archangel of Death, who stood motionless as though nothing had happened.
Her body began to tremble. Already terrified out of her wits, she now lost every last shred of will to resist.
With a clatter, the Lightsaber hilt in her hand fell to the ground. Boringi slowly walked toward Darth Malthael, her body still shaking uncontrollably.
Before the Sith Lord, she trembled as she dropped to her knees and prostrated herself. "I... I am willing to submit to you, great Lord..."
"You... wish to submit? Interesting." Darth Malthael looked at the Falin Dark Jedi Master kneeling at his feet.
She appeared to be in her thirties. Her skin was the distinctive bluish-green of the Falin, and apart from a ponytail at the back of her head, the rest of her head had been shaved clean. The Falin really did like those ridiculous punk hairstyles.
"Yes... I am willing to serve you with all my heart..." Boringi said.
"Very good. Hehehehe..." Darth Malthael gave a sinister laugh. "I will not treat you poorly. As it happens, several Consul-class aircraft carriers under my command are lacking captains. They are super-heavy warships over three thousand meters long... and I will bestow one of them upon you."
"Thank you! Thank you for your gift, my Lord... I shall forever remember your mercy and grace—"
HUMM!!
Before Boringi could finish, a black Lightsaber pierced straight down