The smell of death and destruction hung over the ruins of the royal family of Lasan's palace. It had been less than a día since a bomb went off destroying the building, part of the Empire's attack on the planet.
Part of a stone muro moved and a bloodied and battered figure crawled out. It was a Lasat male, young and a member of the Honor Guard por the remnants of the armor and uniform that clung to his injured muscular frame.
Coughing, the Lasat tried to stand and found out his left leg was broken.
"Karabast!" he whispered in a deep but pleasant voice. The pain was bad and it took all his willpower...
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