To Kill A Mockingbird Dialectical Journal

The twin Moons Glowed red this night, rain pored down in crimson hues, denotements of a deplorable omen on this planet. A single Mandalorian scout was running from a pack of shistavanen as they were stalking about the wet lands laughing, "Run…” growled one of the wolf like men. “Run all you optate meat, we can do this all night." Yelled another, “scum, they verbalize.” Raising his left hand up to his helmet “scum… me” he tapped several buttons into a transceiver built in the armor piece. A buzzing sound could be aurally perceived from the distance, the scout still running turned his head and leaped forward into a combat roll as a laser boomerang twirled right at him. It struck a couple of feet away, in a curving kineticism tilted and went back on its pristine path, in turn he expeditiously took cover abaft a tree observing the weapons

Frantically punching buttons, he raised his right arm exposing a rocket fueled dart, aimed it at the estimated point of interest and fired. The sounds of a squealing mutt could be auricularly discerned; the explosion coerced a third shistavanen to reveal his location. Instinctively sensing hazard, the scout lowered his posture and rolled away from the tree as another laser boomerang perforated the area he once leaned on. He hit another button mid roll, landing on one knee he raised his other hand and shot out a thin laser beam striking one of his pursuers in the chest. Igniting his jet pack, he soared rearwards at a 90 degree angle gaining distance between him and three wolf men. One of the shistavanen swiftly turned and flung his laser boomerang at the scout, expeditiously crossing his fingers the scout pinched down, from under his gauntlet emerged a 12 inch vibro knife. He parried the incoming