Fenn lowered his gun and went silent, listening to the humanoid's pained cries. An empty wind blew through the street, carrying the sounds of distant blaster fire and speeding engines from somewhere else in Mos Eisley.
The black-clad figure let a sigh up to the sky, and looked back down at the Vigo a final time with a heartless smile as he stuck his blaster in the holster at his side, "Until next time, Vigo Telk."
As Fenn began to turn away, the frustrated human on the ground struggled to turn and look at his torturer, "You can't just finish it now, you sick freak?!"
"Until next time, Vigo Telk." Fenn reiterated coldly without turning to look.
The Vigo forced out a pained laugh, still paralyzed by fear. "I at...at least I had the heart to kill your mother almost instantly."
The Vigo truly couldn’t remember who this stranger was, what he had done exactly to the boy’s family, and he really didn’t care. He only knew that he would kill himself before letting this Sithspawn find him later, and put him through this unbearable torture, all over again. The Vigo wanted to cause as much hurt as he could before death finally took him.
Whatever the Vigo Telk’s torture-induced logic was, the aged human quickly forgot it.
The cloaked force-sensitive was shaking, his yellow eyes glowing violently, and dark sparks of living, blood-red light moved like radiating electricity over Fenn’s body.
One of his lenses cracked.
The Sith turned in a hurricane of overflowing dark side power and fire-hot fury that flowed through him like a hoard of poisonous snakes. All he did was look at the bleeding and injured Vigo, and the human was ripped above the ground and for the half second he was suspended in the air a sickening CRACK splintered through the air as every organ and bone of the hopeless being exploded all at once in his insides.
The demolished corpse fell to the ground in a limp heap, and a steadily growing puddle of blood mixed with the hot sand.
Slowly, the malevolent glow around Fenn slowly faded, and then he staggered dizzily from the fiery euphoria of adrenaline running through his veins. He grabbed a hold of Veera’s armored shoulder for support.
“Oh wow, Lightheaded.” Fenn smiled foolishly, and put a black-gloved hand to the side of his head through his thick black hair, before he fell over entirely.
"A thousand years of space and time and I have never come across anyone wasn't important." -- Doctor Who