The planet was a fetid swamp under a dying crimson sun. At the time, Piett had been flabbergasted by how easily the Dark Lord could shrug off pain, killing the creature even after its three-foot barb had pierced his shoulder – but that'd been over an hour ago, before Vader's hand had begun to shake, and before the notion of poison had first entered the panicked Captain's head.
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