His blade made a whistling sound as he swung it before him.

“Come” he cried, as he stepped forward. “Come meet your deaths” The colors of his harness gleamed in the sunlight of barsoom. He lept off the great thoat as it roared, rearing up, it’s limbs pawing the air looking for a target to strike. “Shall I take you all on at once or will you meet me in honorable single combat? Fight me or be ashamed of the eggs that you hatched from.” A calot leaped out from behind the thoat and stood next to the man, three rows of teeth bared in warning.

A white firgure looked at trio. His eyes unseen behind his helmet that looked like a grimacing mechanical man. With a swift movement he brought his blaster level with his shoulder and fired three quick bursts. John Carter collapsed upon the ground, a 2 cm hole drilled through his chest.

“THX-1138 to base. Tell Lord Vader this area has been pacified. His shuttle can land at any time”, the stormtrooper radioed.

“Bringing a knife to a gunfight… Idiot” he said to himself.