"They'll go on alert if they realize somebody's hitting them." Just like back at home. He was not gonna fail like that again.

A particularly angry stab with the stick presses down on something hard. He barely has a chance to process it before a shock goes up his arm. Geonosis finally disappears. They're back in the woods, the teeth of a metal trap gripping the stick.

He halts, taking another moment to recenter himself.

"If we can't hide the bodies, we make it look like the forest did them in."