You’re not much good to anyone with it, Vastor grunted. He held it out to Mace, but when the Jedi Master extended a hesitant hand to take it, Vastor flipped it carelessly away from him. The Akk Guard he’d purred at snatched it from the air.

The guard held it in one hand. The vibroshield on his other arm whined to life.

“Hey, Kar, c’mon, lay off, huh?” Nick’s face was twisted in an ongoing wince; it was painful to pity someone previously respected. “You won, didn’t you? Isn’t that enough? Why do you have to be such a—”

Vastor interrupted the young Korun with a backhanded cuff that knocked him to the ground. He never even looked at him; his gaze was still on Mace Windu.

The Jedi Master seemed not even to notice Nick lying on the ground, cradling his bloodied mouth, cursing continuously into his hand. “Don’t,” Mace said brokenly. “Don’t. You don’t understand—a Jedi’s lightsaber—”

Can be destroyed as easily as a Jedi Master. Vastor flicked his fingers as though brushing off a fly, but before the Akk Guard could bring the lightsaber’s handgrip against the edge of his shield—


- Shatterpoint, Chapter 12