Mart stares quietly at the ceiling as he lays in his bed, unable to find sleep due to the news he received earlier in the evening. His son had been kidnapped by the Sith. His son. The only family he had left besides his Uncle, and they’re trying to take him away. Twist him into a monster to be used against him. His bandaged hands clench into fists again as the thoughts cross his mind, the anger building up again. His anger reaches a feverish pitch again before he stands, gets fully dressed and walks out of his house, aiming to blow off steam in the training room in his ship, giving his punching bag the workout of its’ life as he vents his anger and frustration out on it
“I’m going to kill them…I’m going to kill them all. I’ll get you back, son…no matter what…”
His anger reaches its’ peak again and he punches straight through his punching bag, his fist embedding itself about halfway in. He wrenches his fist out and furrows his brow as he looks on at the damage he caused to the heavy-duty bag before moving back in with another flurry of punches and kicks, tearing the punching bag to shreds before his rage finally subsides