High Inquisitor Mal-Xikande had no time to react before a fist sent him flying!
The blow was brutally heavy. Mal-Xikande crashed into a nearby console, smashing its screen as countless sparks engulfed him.
The other three Inquisitors under his command immediately drew their Lightsabers to fight back, but they had no chance at all.
A young, handsome man drove a fist viciously into one Inquisitor's lower abdomen. At the same time, an enormously burly Gamorrean charged forward like a tank, seized another Inquisitor, and slammed him hard into the ground. Bang!!
The third Inquisitor turned pale with fright. He took two steps back and was just about to do something when he felt his shoulder lightly tapped twice.
He spun around, only to see a curved wooden stick! Bang!! The stick smashed directly into his face, crushing his nose and eyes together as blood and snot sprayed out!
Mal-Xikande struggled up from the shattered console, but a mechanical arm reached over, grabbed him by the hair, and lifted him entirely off the ground.
This person's Force was like the deep sea. He did not even have room to struggle!
Lieutenant General Thrawn looked at the strange group of four that had suddenly appeared before him. Or rather, the traits of these four were simply far too distinct!
One was a beautiful woman whose entire left arm, from the shoulder down, was mechanical. One was a young, handsome man with yellow skin. One was a potbellied Gamorrean, like a mountain of flesh. The last was a Tusken Raider holding a curved Gaderffii stick, his entire body wrapped in strips of cloth.
"The Judicial Department?" Lieutenant General Thrawn asked.
"The Imperial Judicial Department. 'Big Sister,' Aden-Lin." The woman glanced back at Thrawn, then lifted Mal-Xikande a little higher in her grasp. Watching