A hilt and a sniper

Dedicated to my teammate, and my friend, Holocron_Hero. Also, my respect and love for the entire MB2 community.

Dark in the corridor resides.

An eerie silence wrecks the nerves.

Gazes filled with expectations

directed at the entrance of incoming doom.

Grey doors spring open.

A Jedi unbalances the shadows 

with his lightsaber and breaks free boiled up tensions.

Blasters -- red icicles of death

unleashed at the Jedi who`s free of fear.

And enough brave

 to hold dear his fellow friend.

 Both of them this unstoppable Jedi is to protect.

The war bonded them into brothers --

a hilt and a sniper.

The stories wormed in  their enemy`s heads

planting seeds of depth of hell they are destined to face.

Projectile hits the plastic boys.

They fall as they scream.

The Jedi slices  onward,

their pain and agony of them all  invite in the horror.

They march to the point of no return.

 No battle made a happy memory. Mission must be completed.

It only left Heroes  with scars that burn their hearts, 

they struggle for their soul not to be deleted.

Two red sabers bring justice into the slaughter.

They lash with strikes fueled with hate and anger.

And if Jedi keeps those Sith open to attacks

 only for a while longer

The Force will lift up the unworthy soldier.

A swing too much! A Shot!

And a Sith drops!

A feint that went right!

 Followed with an attack chain and a Sith is slain!

The victory and success... 

Rebels may rise again, but 

only them two know the prize they pay

so the hope can last for another day.