The saber pierced through his stomach and tore through his back, ripping into his coat, and stayed there. Data’s katanas fell to the floor with a clatter as he sunk to his knees. “I have you.” The woman who ran him through spoke. “You, older with more power than any other of our kind. Your head is at my mercy, and I shall win the Prize with it. Any last words?”

“I have no rival. No man shall be my equal.” Data spoke softly, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. “So I always saw this ending coming.” He added as an after thought.

“Is that all?” She moved the blade inside him, causing a flash of pain to run through his mind.

Data looked about the cantina, cursing softly in his mind that he never considered JW holy, which would have prevented this, and one believer wasn’t really enough. The room was in shambles, the oven panted softly, its stove top burners ripped apart, its knobs in ruins, and the door hung on one hinge. Zifnab lay across the counter, his chest smoking from a rebounded spell. Irish hung from the rafters on his own rope, next to Lep, Sax lay next to the Juke Box, softly playing “Gimme the Prize,” though slightly broken., a knife in the Canadian’s back, his last act trying to save the music he loved. Kip lay off a few feet, having drawn a shot gun, and had used it epically as a melee weapon when he was out of shells, but the gashes across his chest showed his failure. Kratos lay against the wall, his machine guns spent, his demon blades broken, and his skull cracked open, Free lay next to Rooster, both of them having died honorably, and to Free’s credit, last.

“Do it now. I can’t live without them, my friends, my family.”

“But can the last one live without you?” the female spoke. “I know she’s back there, in your box. I’ll finish her after I finish you. You, the oldest, thousands of years older than humanity itself now. I can see why your brother was willing to break the bonds of family, and I am lucky you took him first.”

Data smiled, tasting the blood in his mouth. “You will never survive. Millions of years old? All that energy pent up?”

“I’ll risk it.”

“But just know that if you strike me down…”

“You will become even more powerful that I ever imagine?”

Data paused at the last reference to anything he would probably ever hear. “No, I shall finally be where I have waited much too long to go.”

“Fair enough.”

Data gasped as she drew the blade from his chest, and as she brought it around, white filled his existence.