"Look," Johte began, and it seemed a little of that gruffness was beginning to slip back in before he abruptly grew silent, setting the sample tubes onto the ground beside his knee as he pressed his palms against his capped eyes, then ran his fingers through his dark, unruly hair.  A chink in the armor, tell-tale signs of his exhaustion, but he was too tired to care.  The extremely tired, extremely cranky part of his brain was almost hoping the Sith<i>would</i>cut him down- at least if he was one with the Force he could get a little rest.<br/><br/>"I've been asked to take samples, so I'm taking samples."<br/><br/>He pulled a dark case out of his pack and snapped it open, sliding the thin tube into a slot alongside- no less than two dozen others.  Then he moved on to the second rakghoul, the crispy one, and prodded at it for a moment before finding a suitable place to slip a sample tube beneath the crisped skin.<br/><br/>"And besides, what would I go back and tell my 'Jedi brethren' about you?  'Hey fellas, I met this Sith who wouldn't tell me if he was a Lord or Darth or just an apprentice, and he uses Force lighting, which would be scarier if he didn't act like a wet cat...'"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>