Session XXXIV: Toxic Relationships

Howdy partners. So we're back and well, this last session, while lots of fun, had all of the things that frustrate a GM. We had a lot of ground to cover and I was hoping to get through the rest of the Tatooine Manhunt module. Soan Voan's player has to leave the group, so this was to be her sendoff, with a satisfying conclusion where she gets her revenge on Jodo Kast. Additionally, Lo'Sar Tan has it in for Jodo, so something big and important would have happened for him as well.

Well, Lo'Sar Tan's player was a no show because of a flat tire, so I NPC'd him, thinking that the most important aspect that I had planned would be workable in a later session, except for killing Jodo Kast, which would fall to Soan rather than being a rivalry between them for who could chop him to bits first.

Add to this that several players were late, and we ended up starting an hour and a half later than I had hoped. And then the party started split (because some who were not in the last session were still on the Silverlight) and they bungled uniting right away, and once they were united, they split again.. TWO MORE TIMES...and.. well we got to the section I had planned to be 30 minutes in... but it was four hours in by then.

Sigh... so  let's just get started with the opening crawl.

Opening Crawl:

Session 34: Toxic Relationships

Soan Voan grabbed the familiar-looking dart out of her neck and looked at it in horror as she collapsed to the ground.

Though she and her friends had survived an ambush at the Mos Eisley cantina set up by her former lover and loan shark Jodo Kast, he had fired the fatal shot and jetpacked away.

The commotion had ended, the band had started playing upbeat and cheery music again, and the last thing Soan saw before she lost consciousness was Hal Brunchkiller standing over her, trying to get hi-fives from the rest of his team after his epic lightsaber throw, oblivious to her fatal condition...

I kept telling the AI to make the dart smaller. It had trouble understanding, so... you get the idea. And yes, she's so good at spatial awareness that she managed to collapse on a pile of pillows.

So inside the cantina they all scrambled around trying to figure out who should be the one to apply a medpac to Soan. 

(Note: Whenever someone is hurt, they all sit around and deliberate on who has the highest first aid rating. They still have not designated a healer. Meanwhile the Jedi has learned to heal folks by touching them ... but the elder droid always chimes in that he has a few dice in first aid.)

Anyway eventually someone performed a first aid roll and determined she was beyond their abilities. She'd been poisoned, and had roughly 11 minutes to live.

Lo'Sar Tan (as an NPC) recognized that the dart was one of his, and he said he would be able to whip up an antidote if he had the right ingredients.

Those included:

1. 50 mL High-concentration alcohol

2. Dantooinian lime zest

3. Naboonian lake weed 

4. Alderaanian insta-yeast

5. A fresh mynock liver

The guys in the cantina started asking around in the kitchen if they had these things, determining that the only one they had was the high concentration alcohol.

Lo'Sar Tan said he had items 2, 3 and 4 in the kitchen on the Silverlight, but getting there would take 6 minutes if they ran. So if they were to run there, get the three ingredients and run back, they'd arrive one minute after Soan's death.

(Note: This is when the first of many deliberations took place as they discussed how to solve this puzzle. Turk's player kept saying that he was already on the Silverlight, and it took them a while but they realized they could call him on the comlink and ask him to get all the ingredients and hop on over to the cantina ASAP.)

So they called him up saying what they needed. Turk went to the kitchen and did a search and found items 2, 3 and 4. Maki (her player was joining us this week) overheard the commotion and sprung into action... alarmed that her friend was in danger.

They were about to run over to the cantina when Lo'Sar Tan reminded them that the mynock liver had to be fresh.

Turk: Well where are we going to get a mynock?

(Note: As GM, I asked everyone if they remembered anyone talking about mynocks over the past few sessions.  They did not. When this happens, I ask people to roll knowledge and if they are successful I feed them information that they should have remembered. Lotto, the customs officer was complaining about ships coming in with mynocks attached. It's a minor detail from three  sessions ago, so it's fine. Nevermind that I have to know the intricate details of not just the plot points of the overall story, I also have to keep track of everyone's characters and give them satisfying arcs as well, meaning I have to know intricate details for each character and keep track of everything. Well, that's kind of why I write this blog, and we've been operating based on what is written in this blog even though it might differ from what happened in game every now and then.)

Turk suddenly remembered that Lotto had complained about mynocks when they arrived. He went outside and struck up a conversation with him.

Lotto: Heyyy, if it isn't Mister BEEEG DEEEAL! What can I do for you?

Turk: Hi.. I was wondering if you had any mynocks.

Lotto: Mynocks? Why would you want one? Filthy parasites. They suck power out of sheeps eh?

Turk: They suck power out of what?

Maki kicked Turk in the leg, right about where D'Wook always kicks him.

Lotto: Eh, your pet... a feisty one eh?

Turk: Yeah so I need a living mynock... um... for research.

Lotto scratched his head.

Lotto: Well, if you go to the docking bay across the way, a sheep just landed there. That means the staffers will be vaporizing all the mynocks they find attached to the hull.

Turk: Okay thanks. 

Turk and Maki ran over to the docking bay across the way, um.. number 93. As they entered they saw lots of customs staff talking to the crew of a large freighter. A human dock worker was using what looked like a power washer, only it was shooting plasma, since water would be too expensive on Tatooine. Once the plasma hit a mynock it would fall limp and fall off the hull.

They ran over there.

Space bats.

Turk started arguing with the dock worker, saying he wanted to try his power washer out. The dock worker refused, saying he needed to be licensed and insured. So Turk decided he would pull out his amazing rifle, put it on stun, and shoot one himself. The dockworker took that as a threatening action and immediately ran for the main office, where he turned on an alarm.

Turk shot a mynock, stunning it. He picked it up and prepared to leave, when Mos Eisley militia soldiers showed up putting him under arrest. Turk dropped everything in his hands. They mobbed him and cuffed him. One of the soldiers took posession of his awesome weapon. In all the confusion Maki took hold of all the ingredients and the mynock and dipped out of there.

She ran outside, looked at a map, but struggled to read, but recognized a symbol for food and drink, assuming correctly that this was the cantina. She ran on over there with two minutes remaining before Soan would meet her end.

Lo'Sar Tan got to work immediately. He expertly cut the mynock in the correct location, pulled out the still beating liver ...

Golden Wheels' player: Wait it's the liver not the heart. Why is it beating?

GM: Alien physiology.

So as I was saying... Lo'Sar Tan stuck the still beating liver into a blender, mixing the other ingredients in precise amounts. He blended for roughly 45 seconds, pouring the concoction into a shot glass. He ordered Hal Brunchkiller to pour the glass down Soan's throat and make her swallow.

(Note: Lo'Sar Tan has a cooking skill of like 8D or something. He's amazing. It kind of sad that he wasn't there.)

Hal Brunchkiller dashed over to Soan but tripped over one of the dead bounty hunters, managing to shove the whole shotglass into Soan's mouth and not spill a drop. (Note: Hal's player rolled a one on his wild die but still rolled high enough to succeed at running over there and placing the drink in her mouth quickly).

So is this podracing?

The shot glass was jammed into her throat and he desperately was trying to pull it out with his fingers. This is when Soan awoke... she breathed in.. or at least she tried to anyway. The shot glass was blocking her windpipe.

She kicked Hal off of her and gave him the finger... 

Somehow her shirt changed colors.

So then Golden Wheels came along and extracted the shot glass.

(Note: Everything before this note was written the day after this session. It's now almost three months later and I am struggling to finish this recap. I will condense things so that we get to where we left off, but I apologize to my players, I am missing lots of details of what happened.)

So, long story short from here out.

With Soan cured of the poisoning, an old guy approached the group introducing himself as old Arno, the final oldster who they had been trying to track down.

Arno told them that Slag Flats had contacted him just prior to her death, and warned him that they'd be coming for him. She told him that her agents had been watching the party, thinking them to also be bounty hunters, but then noticed from various overheard conversations that they might not be hunters, in fact, because Delta Team seems to have shown up out of the desert out of nowhere, there are rumblings that they might have been connected to the assassination of Jabba the Hutt, which (remember) happened just a few days prior.

Arno told them that he would take them to find Adar Tallon. He didn't know exactly where Tallon was hiding out, but Slag had narrowed it down to three possible locations. He would take them to all three. They agreed to set out at first sunrise. 

(Note, Golden Wheels' snarky teenaged player started a metagaming conversation here, saying that it was pretty obvious that Tallon would be at the 3rd location, otherwise why would there be three? He was actually right. The module as written suggests taking the party to these three locations in order. All of the encounters during this search for Tallon are way over the top smacking you across the face saying HEY! GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE ON TATOOINE! REMEMBER THEM FROM THE MOVIE? REMEMBER THAT FROM THE MOVIE? REMEMBER WHEN LUKE WAS TALKING ABOUT  WOMP RATS AND THEY WERE NEVER ON SCREEN? WELL NOW YOU CAN FIGHT THEM!!!!!! I've done plenty in the first session on Tatooine to suggest that we were on Tatooine, so there was much eyerolling as they crossed the Dune Sea and passed a sand crawler and were ambushed by Tusken Raiders. After all, these folks have been fed to a Sarlaac and lived to tell the tale. They are not impressed by blue milk.)

The party convened at the Silverlight, prepared for their trek out to the desert and got as much sleep as they could. In the morning as they were heading out ...

Tebbi showed up with two suitcases, saying she was leaving Tatooine. With her father Heff gone, there's no reason to continue to operate the souvenir shop. Afterall nobody really comes to Tatooine as a tourist anyway. She explained to Hal that she was going to follow him offworld into greater adventures. Hal blushed.

Tebbi: (winking) So.. can you show me to my quarters, Master Hal?

Hal: Well, actually we don't really have quarters on the Silverlight. it's more like bunks...

Tebbi interrupted Hal with a quick buck toothed peck on the neck and casually placed her hand on his lightsaber. No his other one... no his other other one...

No bed for me? That's ok I'll be sleeping in Hal's bed!

Hal: um... I mean...  Hey Turk... I'm going to use the Captain's quarters for about 3 minutes and 43 seconds.

Turk had already left the building at this point. Hal and Tebbi ran toward the entrance ramp to the Silverlight... Maki and Soan emerged from the Silverlight. Soan rolled her eyes and exited the docking bay. Maki looked slightly annoyed.

Maki: Pink rabbit I see. Know her do you?

Tebbi: Oh so cute! It talks! Is this your pet?

Hal: Well... ya see...

Maki: A pet I am not! The mother of his child I am!

Tebbi: Wait a minute what do you mean? Hal? Do you have a kid?

Hal: Um.. well.. see, technically yes ... but I wasn't in my own body when... well... see D'Wook and I had our bodies swapped and.. while I was in D'Wook's body Maki and I ...

Maki: A child we have. Child support I demand.

Tebbi: So.. are you all.. together then?

Maki threw up in her mouth a bit. The very thought disgusted her.

Hal: Well no... we're ... just friends, and I guess coparents.

Tebbi: Great! I've always wanted a family. 

Hal: Alright Maki, why don't you go join the others. I'll be quick.

Maki: Hurry up, you must. Waiting Arno will be.

With that Maki exited.

In front of the cantina everyone was boarding Arno's sand skiff when Hal showed up... hair disheveled with a big smile on his face.

Hal: So we doin' this or what?

Can we just leave him here please?

(Note: Sorry fans, this was a long time ago at the time of this writing, so I am going to just give you the short short version to catch us up with everything that happened. I've got limited time now and I have to prepare the next session.)

Arno's skiff drove them to Jabba's skiff, which they all boarded and ventured out into the Dune Sea. The whole time D'Wook kept muttering expressions referring to himself about morning dew causing mold tree dwellings, which only Hal and Maki really understood were Ewokese obsenities. D'Wook HAAAAATES Tatooine. It's hot, dry, and the sand gets stuck in his fur causing him to be roughly 20-30 kilograms heavier.

(Note: One of the players is from continental Europe and often points out how weird it is that I keep using metric measurements. I guess because moving from Germany to the U.S. it was jarring to have to learn imperial measurements, with idiotic things like Fahrenheit, pounds, miles, feet, etc. I was even asked if I was American because clearly I must not be if I am using metric. Well there are several answers to this. 

1. The game itself uses metric. The rulebook, the modules and everything associated with WEG Star Wars uses metric measurements. That's probably the biggest reason. HOWEVER ...

2. From 2002-2017, I lived in two separate countries in Asia where the metric system was used exclusively. After a while it just starts to make sense, and it makes less sense to switch back. I now refer to my height in centimeters, my weight in kilograms, the temperature in Celsius. Though I've switched back to miles because that's what all the road signs use in the U.S. Still, I think milliliters and liters make more sense for volume, and pints and quarts and gallons and teaspoons is stupid. Once you get used to metric, it's hard to go back because of how practical it is.

3. When I was in elementary school, a long time ago, it was towards the end of the metric push that some in the U.S. were advocating for. They were not successful, but the simplicity of the system made sense.

4. One of my favorite classes in high school was chemistry. I liked it so much that I attempted (foolishly) to major in it in college. My high school chem teacher always said chemistry is a weird science because it is like a language in that it has grammar. I didn't quite understand what he meant. I just thought I was good at science. Turns out I was better at languages, and organic chemistry was rough ... so I switched majors to Japanese and East Asian studies. For about 15 minutes I was also a dance major due to a computer error. Tangent aside ... chemistry class was where I learned that metric was based on water. A gram is the weight of a milliliter (or cubic centimeter) of water, meaning that a kilogram is the weight of a liter of water. And that means that volume, weight, and distance are based on measurements taken of water.  ... ok yes.. I left out the part about 4 degrees Celsius, sea level and one atmosphere of pressure because PV=nRT but that doesn't make for good reading because you've probably checked out at this point. Anyway, metric is superior.

5. The rest of the world is metric. Why must we cling to archaic measurement systems?)

Okay so moving right along the drove through the dune sea and came upon about 15 bounty hunters on another skiff that was being attacked by three krayt dragons. They were aiming the skiff's guns and shooting at the dragons but from time to time the hungry dragons would bite at the bounty hunters and eat them.

Hal said he wanted to help them out. Vero, who was driving the skiff kept driving. She wasn't about to try to fight three krayt dragons to save some bounty hunters who would probably try to rob them after being rescued.

Yikes!

So of course, Hal decided to jump off the moving skiff to go help the bounty hunters, who were actually several kilometers away. Grundle decided to jump off and help him out.

As Vero's skiff was driving away another fourth krayt dragon emerged from the sand and started chasing it. Vero sped up and it gave chase, stranding the guys who had jumped off. 

Vero drove down into a huge canyon. Everyone held on for dear life, and the skiff came to a halt at the bottom of the canyon. The krayt dragon looked down at them, then realized it wasn't really worth the trouble and decided to go look for something else to eat.

Meanwhile, realizing how far it was to the skiff under attack, Hal attempted to use the force to get the attention of the attacking dragons.

(Note, I don't really remember exactly what happened here other than being annoyed that the party was split again. Somehow Hal was able to shoo the dragons away to save the other skiff.)

Hal checked on the gang of bounty hunters to see if any of the living ones were terribly injured. He called for Vero to come pick them up. Once all the hunters were on board Jabba's skiff they attempted to fight Delta team for control. It didn't end well for them.

(Note: I had expected to be up at this point at around the 30 minute mark. But because the party had started split, split up again so Hal could ... be late for departure ... and now split up a third time, and because we started late, this was where we decided to end the session. The rest of it would need to be continued during our 4th of July barbecue, which usually isn't a gaming day. But we decided this story was important enough to do an hour or two of gaming. Fast forward about a month and we're sitting in D'Wook's living room trying desperately to complete this adventure).

Arno suggested that they stop trying to be heroes and hunker down and get to Adar Tallon before someone else does. Arno went to the next location. It was a moisture farm and it looked as if a huge battle had taken place there. There were parts of IG-series droids strewn about, as well as a spot where blood had dried on the hot desert sand.

As they approached, someone shot at the group. They cautiously approached the structure to find a young girl about 10 years old clumsily clutching a blaster, pointing at them and telling them to stay back. 

Soan talked to the girl calmly to find out what was going on with her. 

She revealed her name was Reen, and that her father was a farmer. A "shiny man" approached the farm and her dad gave her the blaster and told her to hide and shoot anything that came near. There was a lot of noise and shooting and then it was quiet... until the party showed up.

Hal decided to question her about Adar Tallon. The girl had no idea who he was talkign about.

Hal: You know. The famous Republic war tactician?

Reen, the 10-year old homeschooled moisture farmer's daughter: Who? What? Huh?

Soan: Are there any elderly gentlemen who live around these parts?

Reen: Well, I remember there was an old man who used to pass by here on his way to the Lars farm. He'd sometimes stop to refill his canteen and have a word with my dad. But I haven't seen him in years. And the Lars farm has been abandoned for quite a while.

Hal: Well that's where we're headed next! The Lars farm!

Someone in the party (or the gamemaster) reminded Hal that he'd actually already been there years ago and that Lars and his wife had been burnt to a crisp. That place was probably buried under sand by now.

Arno: (clearing his throat.) See, the thing is. This Adar Tallon guy is from one of the core worlds and so he's sort of a high roller. I don't think he'd try to shack up in an abandoned moisture farm. He had quite a following also, so he and his crew probably would have wanted to stay in a place that would be sort of like a mansion once they fixed it up.

Vero: So where would that be.

Arno: Well, the way I see it, he's gotta be either at the old Fort Tusken, which the Sand People took over ages ago, which gave them their name Tusken Raiders. Why, I'd tell you back in my day there weren't nothin more scary than a Sand Person aimin' his rifle at you while you pass. The stories they told of the battle of Fort Tusken are so gruesome, well I'll be..a sonofagun for sure ... let me tell you ... golly ...

Vero: Okay what's the other location?

Arno: Welp, there's a monastery for the followers of the Dim U religion, them thar Bantha worshipers.

Turk pulled out his ball of dung.

Turk: Hey that's were I got this from!

Arno looked concerned.

Everyone else looked concerned.

D'Wook: Have you been carrying that with you this whole time?

Turk: Yeah, you never know when it might come in handy!

D'Wook: I don't even want to know WHERE you were carrying it.

Turk: Well did I mention my Imperial standard-issue moisture-wicking antibacterial weave underwear, with precision elastic for tactical advantage has a utility pocket? And since it's antibacterial ...

Why? Whyyy?

After some deliberation they decided that Fort Tusken was a better bet.

The fort lies at the end of the canyon and the only way to approach would leave the party vulnerable to any snipers shooting into the canyon from the high ground.

Vero, Turk and anyone else who wasn't present during the BBQ decided to take Reen to Mos Eisley on Jabba's skiff and the resot of the party switched to Arno's skiff, which they'd been towing .... yeah... (wink)

As they proceeded to the fort, Sand people rained bullets down on them. It kinda sucked but in the middle of it all, they stopped shooting once Hal pulled out his lightsaber. One of them signaled to him. It was the one that he had met way back in session 1 who he had decided not to kill and the party had shown mercy to. 

Hal levitated higher to their position and healed a Sand Person who had been injured in the shooting. The Sand People allowed the party to continue.

They arrived at the fort which appeared to be abandoned.

It looked like this.

They decided to sneak up to the fort and break in through one of the side doors and then it was a room to room sneak. With each room they saw really expensive furniture, priceless works of art, and other ridiculous luxuries that had no business being on Tatooine. Eventually they entered a room with exotic and priceless musical instruments and found an old man sipping wine with a slightly younger woman, seated at a fine marble table.

He introduced himself as Adar Tallon, and assumed the party that had gotten to him were with the Imperials. Delta team tried very hard to convince him otherwise but he was cautious and didn't want to believe them so easily. While they were debating a middle-aged man entered the room with blaster drawn.

Tallon: Quist, what is it.

Quist: Sir... I'm afriad Jodo Kast and his men have arrived and they are approaching this very second. Quick, sir. I must take Kay to safety at once!

 
Tallon nodded and his wife left his side only for Quist to grab her and aim the pistol at her neck.

Quist: I'm sorry it had to be this way. The Empire's bounty is just too sweet! Now all of you drop your weapons! 

Jodo Kast came in with a lot of hired bounty hunter goons. He handed Quist a wad of credits, then did a doubletake when he saw Soan among the group. 

Kast: Tallon is coming with me. The rest of you ... well, my boys will take care of you.

Soan: No. I will take care of YOU!!!

A little banter went back and forth between the former couple, and then Kay Tallon elbowed Quist in the kidney, and Adar Tallon threw a right cross, across his face, knocking him out. 

That's when all hell broke loose. The bounty hunters began firing at Delta Team, and Adar Tallon grabbed Quist's blaster and pulled his wife to safety in a position behind the faction that Quist was obviously NOT working with.

So it was Delta Team vs the bounty hunters, but Soan vs. Jodo Kast specifically. She sliced through a few guys just to get to him.

At one point while they were fighting, he overpowered her, pinning her to the ground. His helmet gleamed of Beskar ... but the rest of him ... Soan knew the unmistakable feel of plastisteel. 

She was able to rip off his helmet, revealing his extremely handsome visage and long flowing golden hair, and the twinkles in his eyes. Dude... Jodo Kast was so hot! Soan almost forgot she was so angry at him ... almost.

Meh, close enough.

She tossed the helmet aside. It landed in front of L1-NK and began to glow, but everyone else was busy fighting and didn't notice.

Soan was able to kick out and wrestle free, but she ended up tearing her Tatooine souvenir T-shirt and it fell to the ground. (Note: for continuity purposes ... honest!)

The fight continued some more, with bounty hunters flying and screaming here and there. Eventually Jodo grabbed Soan and jetpacked down the hall. He slammed her up against the wall, causing her to drop her sword. He moved in a little too close.

Jodo Kast: Now this certainly brings back memories.

Soan Voan: It does.

Soan's hand reached out for the sword. But she couldn't reach.

Jodo Kast: I could kill you right now. Easily. But this moment is simply too sweet. Not only have I beaten you... but here you are... trembling in front of me... just as you trembled so many times before. Granted, the circumstances were different.

Soan: I'm not trembling I....

Jodo: You try to play it off like you're this reborn person absent of weakness. You're not fooling anyone. You're still that same scared little girl who ran around with the bad boys here on Tatooine. 

Soan saw out of the corner of her eyes that Hal Brunchkiller had come into the hallway. Hal reached for his lightsaber.

Soan signaled with her hand not to. She pointed at the katana on the floor. She opened her hand.

Soan looked deeply into Jodo's starry eyes.

Soan: You're right. I'm that little girl. That little girl who ran around with you... You said you'd take care of me... that we'd leave his ball of sand together! And when the time came ... you wanted to STAY! 

Jodo: (a bit surprised) hey.... Soan ... look... I'm really sorry about how that turned out. But you gotta understand ... I needed to build our nest egg before we could leave together.

A tear dropped from Soan's eyes.

Jodo: And... I am really sorry about Oola. You're right. I shouldn't have left her there alone, but this was a big case. I can make enough to leave all this behind us if I just complete this Adar Tallon mission. In fact... you should help me. We could split it 50/50 ... or we could even run away from it all ... together. Just like you always wanted...

Soan pulled Jodo cast closer to her. She leaned forward with pursed lips. Jodo also leaned in. It was as if the two were rediscovering that they were made for each other.

When the katana had finally floated into her hand, her vulnerable expression turned into a wicked smile.

Jodo's intensely handsome intense face that had previously had a somewhat seductive look quickly turned into that intense fear. He reached for his sidearm, but it was too late. Soan had already stabbed him in the side, through his knockoff Mandalorian armor.

"You stole my heart ... now I'm gonna steal YOURS!" 

(Note: Soan Voan wears T-shirts. But this AI drawing of her is just too sweet. So I retconned it as having been destroyed in the battle so this image can be continuous)

Jodo's face turned bright white as the first bit of blood spurted out of his throat. He thought he had this situation under control. He thought he could just look handsome and tell that little girl another lie and she'd bend to his whims again. But this was no little girl, and it had been her toying with him. And now he was afraid. For he knew it was his time to die. His expression of extreme fear was unmistakable.

Soan: Yeah, that's the look I wanted to see. Good boy! Look at you with your fake-ass wannabe Mandalorian armor running around like you think you're Boba Fett. Look at you trembling before me! You're not fooling anyone! You're still that scared little boy who thought he could be the leader of the bad boys here on Tatooine. Do you still cry in your sleep calling out for your mommy? 

Jodo: (spitting out blood) What?

Soan: Oh you didn't even know ... did you? Well I'm not judging her. She probably had her reasons to leave. But you... We were supposed to leave this place together. Make a world for ourselves... but then you didn't want to leave after you got a little bit of notoriety. 

Jodo: No.. I... 

Soan: You what? You wanted to wait a little bit longer? Just get a little bit more? Just a few more months babe. Just another year. Just three more years, babe. I got tired of your lies. That's why I went out on my own. This scared little girl stopped believing you! 

Another tear dropped. 

Jodo thought that maybe he might just make it out of this one. She couldn't do it! She didn't have the guts! He just had to find the right words...

Jodo: Soan ...

Jodo coughed more blood, ever so handsomely.

Soan: And now Oola is gone. And you're gonna pay.

This is an actual canonical image of Jodo Kast. So I guess I'll use it here.

Soan: Jodo Kast, long ago you stole my heart ... now I'm gonna steal yours!

What followed was one of the most descriptive and violent deaths ever. I regret very much that I cannot describe in as much detail as Soan's player did, but it involved removing the man's rib cage, pulling out his still beating heart, and looking into his deep dreamy eyes as he breathed his last. 

The blood made a somewhat perfect circular pool around his body. It was beautiful. Soan stood up.

Hal can't comprehend what he's just seen.

Hal Burnchkiller had dropped his unlit lightsaber on the ground and he stood there staring mouth agape at Soan Voan, the goddess of death.

(To be continued)