Dynoface
Dark Lord of the Sith
Ferron had managed to stand, and had grabbed a piece of scrap metal from the explosion of the pod. Now, he held it to the neck of the alien, standing directly behind him, his breathing labored as he struggled to stay standing. "Id like to ask you the same question."
The alien hesitated, before dropping his PP1, and Whip, his hands rose slightly, his mask made a beeping sound
"Your Liver is damaged, Your ribs punctured your left lung" he'd speak, keeping his hands in the air
"You better ask quickly" he'd smile behind the mask