Ta'ek felt a surge of power in the room, and everything seemed to dim for a moment, his vision growing dark, before he felt a stirring within himself and the influence over his mind seemed to dissapate. The remaining bar patrons all seemed to be screaming, running wildly like a Gungan with its head chopped off. Blindly. He looked over at the Twi'lek, who seemed to be in a trance of sorts. She was obviously a Force wielder, and from his brief experience with her mastery, it seemed to him that she was a Sith, or at least a user of the Dark Side.
Never one to miss a beat, Ta'ek seemed to flow from corner to corner, he's blades lashing out from very angle, in what would have seemed an elegant and graceful dance, if you ignored the flashing of steel, the screams of agaony, and the blood spattering everywhere. However, his companion seems to rather enjoy these aspects, and as he hewed down body after body, he felt her focus deepen, the remaining patrons/victims being dragged deeper and deeper into whatever nightmarish mental abyss the dark Twi'lek had pulled them all into. He felt a whisper in his ear, and turned just in time to see a shimmer in the air behind her. Not thinking twice, he grabbed a nearby blaster, and fired. The bolt whizzed past the Twi'lek's head and into the shimmer. There was the cheesy scream that had been uttered by almost every scumbag in the galaxy that had ever caught a blaster bolt or been thrown to his demise, and as the stealth field dissolved, a Bothan clutching a disintegrator fell dead to the ground. It was obvious he had been using some type of cerebral implant, since even Ta'ek himself had almost succumbed to the visions. He gave the Twi'lek a sly wink, and spun one last time, decapitating a pair of Wookiees who had just emerged from below the cantina. As the two beastial organisms fell to ground, Ta'ek surveyed the bar for others. It seemed to be just himself and her now....
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