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“I can’t believe it… Sir! He’s still alive!”
“Well, get him down from there then.”
“I don’t think we can without killing him!”
“I gave you an order, trooper. We don’t have all day! Moff Tarkin expects all divisions back by the end of the rotation and I am not the one who is going to tell him you held this convoy up for-” the Imperial officer wrinkled his nose in disgust “-whatever that is.”
“Yes, sir!”
The man groaned pathetically when TK-0150 grabbed the electro spear. “Hold him!” he ordered TK-4203. “This is gonna hurt.”
“Wait-” TK-4203 said, stopping TK-0150 in his movement. “You can’t just pull it out, it’ll kill him!”
TK-0150 had thought the same but he shrugged nonetheless. Orders were orders. “You’re still new,” he said, wrapping his hands around the polearm. “It’s not pretty, but ya gotta learn to hold your tongue. Or you won’t last.”
TK-4203 nodded, grabbing the man’s shoulders. “Ready.”
TK-0150 pulled and the man screamed.