9 Anger

Red, it's all I see looking at the puddle formed on the ground from my blood. Mixed with dirt and dust before ultimately turning brown. Lifting my head I take a look around, avoiding Dads body as I look around. He has been left there, right where he died.

There's a massive fire burning beyond the Towns main street . I smell a sweat meat in the air, I don't recognize it but I think I know what it is. The young and elderly who weren't rounded up with us in the circle. Worst of all, I don't even feel anything when I think about them. I know it's horrible but emptiness is all I can muster, complete and total apathy.

Dusk approaches...

Hours have passed. Fading in and out of consciences as I watched Kyaris men party after burning a third of the Towns people.

I take it back. I do feel something, rage like the embers of a fire given fresh fuel. Anger at my self for being so damn helpless and just letting Dad die. Hatred for Kyaris and his men for destroying peoples life's, Hell even the Republic for letting the galaxy become like this. And here I am, nailed to a damn cross waiting to die.

No... I won't die here, not on this fucking cross. I bite down on the top of my shirt and start to push my right hand forward. Fresh blood starts to drain down my hand with sharp pain as I push it forward. The nails becomes progressively larger as my hand slides forward, the pain becoming far stronger almost unbearable but I just bite my shirt harder. When my hand breaks free my whole arm drops, hanging at my side.

The weight on my left hand and ankles increase. Just hanging here becomes more excruciating by the second. I can't stop now. With heavy breathing through gritted teeth I place my right arm in between my legs, using my forearm to help my top left leg start breaking free. With the help of my arm it's easier to free a leg but still intolerable.

The even further increased weight forces me to put my right arm back on the cross. Wrapping my shoulder around the metal to ease the weight while I push with my left hand. With labored breathing I push my left hand free, quickly I wrap my left shoulder around the cross to ease the weight. Sweat is beading down my face now, jaw sore from clenching it on my shirt. Last one, just need to free my right leg.

With a loud grunt I heave my leg off using my fresh left arm. Simultaneously I unwrap both shoulders before falling to the ground. Like a maniac I start chuckling to my self at my success or maybe it's the blood loss ?

When my dizziness recedes I start to crawl home. I can't walk anymore my ankles are ruined by the nails, I most likely won't walk again assuming I live through this but I don't plan to. My minds consumed by only one thought, revenge. Halfway to the house I feel Dads stare, the pit in my stomach growing equally with my rage. With a new burst of strength from anger I continue to crawl.

Upon reaching the house I crawl through the left open door, and there he is. Still sitting at the end of the hallway is CC, waiting for manual reactivation. Dragging my body I leave a bloodied trail, glad that Kyaris men are distracted with the party. Upon reaching CC I open a panel on his back. With Shaky hands and fading vision I reinitialize him. Upon hearing him begin to boot up I fall to my back, staring at the ceiling.

"QUERY: Are you there Master ?"

"Yeah, but not for long".

CC jolts up before assessing my body

"STATEMENT: Master you're in critical condition"

"It doesn't matter, just do me a favor. Kill Kyaris, and his men. After that if you still are able I want you to bury my Dad."

With my final sentence I fade out to unconsciousness. Most likely death this time.

(POV Shift)

"STATEMENT: Master wai... you seem to forget your safety is my first priority"

The droid carefully picks up his master, carrying him to the closet bed. With silent movements he applies bacta spray to his masters injuries, then bandages them. Just enough to stop the bleeding but more than short of a complete recovery. Standing up CC sensors indicate Kyaris men are grouped together at this moment.

"QUERY: Perhaps Kyaris has the medical supplies I need ?"

Swiftly the droid know as CC leaves and begins scavenging the houses in town for anything useful in his upcoming assault. Only stopping when running across Arcturus dead body and the blood-soaked metal cross. Upon his processors connecting his masters wounds to the the cross, CC closes his fist. Going back to the houses to grab cleaning supplies.

"STATEMENT: Time for chemical warfare meatbags"

Combing bleach with ammonium from animal repellent used in Morak. CC creates rudimentary mustard gas, placing it all in one glass container with a stopper. Moving closer to Kyaris's party CC observes the men drinking wildly. Observing and marking Kyaris, he throws the homemade bomb into the middle of the men, the glass shattering on impact.

Upon almost being hit by a glass container one of the men taunts their unknown assailant "Hah you missed pansy".

The brown gas quickly disperse among the crowd. Seeping into their body's through both airways and skin. Coughing fits quickly ensue mixed with blindness, blisters begin to form where the gas touches skin. The men try to flee but breathing is painful, burning their mouths before travelling down into the lungs.

"I need *cough* *cough* help over *cough* here!"

"I can't see! Please not like this!"

"Are we *cough* under attack?"

The voices of dozens of men form an incoherent maze of noise. In the confusion CC makes his next move sneaking up on the closet thug. Silently wrapping his arms around the mans throat before snapping the neck instantly and tossing the body aside. The droid continues his predatory killings, targeting those who wander out of the gas.

*crack* Another neck broken, another corpse on the the ground. Taking the body's blaster the droid adjust his aim upon what's left of Kyaris's party, pulling the trigger nonstop more bodies hit the floor. Those who could still see would witness a red flash in the brown gas before hearing someone scream out in pain.

Only one remained among the dead, Kyaris himself with a stomach wound from an unknown enemy. Clutching his midsection while trying to breathe despite the gas still lingering in the air. Then he heard it, the humming of servos as a droid came into view.

"STATEMENT: I have some unfinished business with you"

"Go Fuck your self Gonk droid!"

As he raises his pistol to fire, CC fires one shot into his shoulder. Kyaris collapses onto the ground defeated. Upon approaching Kyaris, CC begins breaking his limbs one by one despite his screaming and resistance. Leaving a crippled vegetable know as Kyaris behind CC begins looking for medical supplies to hopefully fully heal his master injury's. Scanning the contents of some grates CC takes both the supplies and Kyaris back by dragging him with one arm back to his master.