The Rebellion of the Lowborn (I)
"I'll give you one more chance, Archduke Poggle." Orson Krennic's tone was cold and slow. "Tell me, what exactly are you plotting?"
Would he surrender once more and betray his own species, or make one last desperate stand? In that instant, Poggle the Lesser considered it countless times, his body beginning to tremble.
At last, he lowered his head and muttered, "I... I'll talk... I'll... talk..."
Orson Krennic's expression immediately softened. He smiled. "Yes, that's what a loyal servant of the Empire should be. Come, tell me... Emperor Karina's plan. Then we'll play along and round up every last Rebel... As long as you do that, you'll still be the Archduke of the Geonosians, and you can continue enjoying wealth and glory in the Empire..."
But at that moment, the male Dark Prophet suddenly shouted, "Forget it! Seize him!!"
The Death Guard soldiers reacted swiftly, immediately swinging a rifle butt at him! But they were a step too late! Poggle the Lesser twisted his cane, and the cane's head immediately came off, flashing with a red light.
It was a grenade! He hurled the miniature grenade straight at Krennic!
The next second, a rifle butt smashed brutally into his cheek, caving in his skull and spraying green blood everywhere. Yet even so, his hopeful gaze remained fixed on that miniature grenade.
However... the grenade stopped in midair! One of the Dark Prophets stretched out a hand and somehow held the grenade suspended in the air!
Then, before Poggle the Lesser's dumbfounded eyes, he lightly flicked his sleeve. The grenade immediately flew backward and landed on the other side of the bridge.
BOOM!!! The grenade exploded instantly, but the ones caught in the blast were the communications officers. Both they and their communications station were