Nar Shaddaa Nights

[Jen]

Things had taken a turn for the worse. As the Trandoshan, Dom and Solo started exchanging words, Jen had carefully worked her way towards the main console of her computer. Powering it down just before the authorities showed up. After what seemed like more than just the minute it were, she had been thrown out of her chair as the thermal detonator had exploded and made a crater where the trandoshan had been standing just moments before.

"We're farked." Solo commented on the situation as Jen somewhat shaken stood up, glancing around her apartment. She couldn’t stay here. Not anymore. Too many people would ask questions and no one could work in an environment like that. Moments after the explosion she would start to run around the apartment, trying to find her most valuable and important belongings as she threw them into a couple of large bags. Once finished she would walk up to the computer, unplug a good deal of devices and throw them into the bags. She would salvage as much as possible and the rest would be destroyed. “You-… You fucking… What have you two moof-milkers gotten me into!?” She said angrily as she grabbed an empty soda can, screwed off the top and grabbed the two deathsticks that were placed inside.

 

[Dom Volaju]

Dom hit the deck when the shooting began. He reached for the blaster and took aim. Before he could squeeze a shot off at the Trandoshan, the reptile was struck with an explosive round and disintegrated in front of his own eyes. A split second later, the thermal detonator went off in the hallway amid a cacophony of shouts and screams from the Lawgivers. Dom buried his face in his arm as the concussive blast ripped through the hall, sending dust and debris flying into the room. A few seconds later, Dom peaked at the state of the room. A gory slab of somebody's guts was hanging from the girl's ceiling fan, bits of flesh were scattered about the room, and somebody's leg was laying in the doorway.

Dom quickly crawled to the door and peered out into the hall. There wasn't much left of the tactical unit. The coroners would probably need to rely on dental records for some of he cadavers. The Trandoshan's body was gone, save a melted strip of leathery skin stuck to the wall. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

It seemed as though Solo was still getting his bearings straight, but the girl was running around the room frantically. "What have you two moof-milkers gotten me into?!" she screamed. She was furious, and rightly so. The pair had barged into her life and now her room was about to be the site of the district's biggest crime scene.

"We need to get outta here. I've got a place we can lay low. Grab everything you can, hurry."