<span style="font-size: 18px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The Zeltron breathed softly as she leaned against a nearby ceiling support post for a moment, relaxing herself. She looked down at the Twi'lek weeping at the side of the corpse of the Imperial officer, causing herself to sigh in a little disappointment. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"I didn't want to kill him,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> she mused. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"He could've taken the easy way out and have gotten away Scot-free, probably with a verbal tongue-lashing from some of the Imp higher-ups. But he had to work that wicked tongue of his, try to worm his way out. Are you okay? Can I do anything for you right now?"</span></b></span>