439. Bison Tribe

Five seconds passed. The other four incoming dropships high above were still arriving in flames. The hustle and bustle around Craggy Falls and the Draconian Quarter were still ongoing. But in the starport and the immediate surroundings, all the world was still.

Then with a sudden surge like a ripple of meaning itself in the air, motion resumed. The Tuskan Dropship plopped down on the tarmac unceremoniously and landed with a thump, but nowhere near the kind of devastating velocity that it had moments ago.

There was a tremor in the ground as it landed, and a good deal of cracking concrete, but that was the worst of it.

Meanwhile, people in the starport were still in a flurry.

“I thought we were going to die!”

“He... he just...!”

“I’m too old for this sort of excitement!”

Sior’khan-dras himself was all but dripping with sweat. “Since when did you have that sort of power?! I thought you was just some average rich guy supporting the