"You... what are you going to do? Please... don't, don't kill me..." Silas Tagge begged loudly in panic.
"It's too late, Mr. Tagge." Niel Declan held a blood-red Lightsaber in his hand. Dressed in a Fleet Admiral's uniform, he seemed somewhat out of place with the weapon.
His expression twisted savagely as he advanced step by step. Silas Tagge recoiled in terror, backing away one step at a time. "No... don't kill me... What do you want? Money? I'll give it to you! I have a lot of money! A lot!"
"Traitors have only one path: death!" Niel Declan said coldly, his heart hard as stone.
"No... I didn't! I didn't betray anyone! My brother attacked first! He attacked first!" Silas Tagge babbled incoherently. "I hired mercenaries! Mercenaries!"
"It's too late, Mr. Tagge." Niel Declan revealed a cruel smile. "Why not be more gracious and calmly accept your own death?"
"No!! I don't want to die! Help! Help... Help me!! Brother... Brother, save me!!" Silas Tagge suddenly sprang up, roaring as he rushed past Niel Declan toward the door.
However, after only two steps, his entire body froze.
He slowly lowered his head and stared at the blood-red Lightsaber protruding from his chest. His mouth opened as though he wanted to say something. He raised a hand, trying to grasp at something before him—anything, as long as it could save his life...
But it was destined to be futile. Silas Tagge's body hit the floor with a thud. After one final desperate struggle, he fell completely silent.
With a sharp snap, Niel Declan retracted his Lightsaber, then swept his arm out and declared loudly, "Druckenwell planet will pay the price for their betrayal!"
With that, he took the lead out of the room.
The dozens of Imperial Stormtrooper soldiers behind