After checking the double Blaster load-out, Zyley holsters his six-guns.  Looking at the wreckage around him, he fully realizes the destruction this Strike Force just caused.  Twisted Durasteel is all that remains of Karagga’s Battle Tank.

Amid the smoke and wreckage he hears the hum of a Lightsaber.

The sound of a Lightsaber slicing through metals is one he has become familiar with.  The Zergadin ranks have a sizable Sith presence.  This lightsaber’s hum belonged to Walter.  Walter was amid the walker’s broken frame and, what seemed like to Zyley, practicing Lightsaber combat forms.

“Walter, let’s go.  My crew is prepping the Desire for departure and staying here any longer is costing me Credits.”  shouted Zyley over the sound of Zal Alloy being ripped apart by Walter’s ‘saber.  Suddenly the sounds coming from the wreckage changed.  It now sounded like Walter’s ‘saber was slicing through flesh, and the only biological in that heap was Karagga’s corpse.

Screams of rage and frustration erupted, as Walter brought his full power down to bear on the dead Hutt.  Force Lighting arced around the destroyed walker igniting the leaking fuels.  A renewed blaze of combustion spewed forth from the wreckage, as Walter O. Dim came strolling out of the flames.

“What was that all about?”  asked the Mercenary.  Dim only said one word “Souvenir,” and placed the dead Hutt’s hat on his head.