Returning to the cradle [GR dominion for Deneba]

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
Post 6

Mantic did not have a habit of trying to read minds or emotions without a very god reason. The relation this man had with his son was his own, but it would spill over into whatever the future held for him.

"I fought along Mandalorians in the war against the Primevil. I never questioned their loyalty at that time and I honor your word now." Then he furrowed a brow before continuing.

"But, while it is important to not disregard not to dismiss ones heritage, it must not be what guides you alone." Mantic was refering to the taint of course. But he left it to the mandalorians to interpret it.

"I will accept you as my padawan and will teach you." He spoke with a clear voice to [member="Aleksander Miles"]

"You should leave for now." He continued instructing [member="Aedan Miles"]

"It is as you say, for the best." Mantic motioned for Aleksander to find a place on the stage. There was no rush though and Mantic took a step back, giving them both time to say their farewells.

 

[The Crow]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Deneba capital city, Little Cabana's Dive[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Do what my employer tells to[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: [/SIZE][member="Miss Blonde"]
[SIZE=9pt](3/20)[/SIZE]

It didn’t take long before he heard to women’s voice in his head again, this time he was neither startled nor surprised, because he had been waiting for it. Again he was happy to hear that her instructions were clear and quite simple. He checked his watch, making sure he wouldn’t mess anything up just because of timing. This time he wouldn’t have to clean up and he assumed she had payed off the bouncer to let him through. Knowing that there wasn’t much time he got up and walked casually towards the VIP room. A little doubt crept over him as the unnatural blank zombielike face met him but shrugged it off as the bouncer let him through without even a word not knowing nor caring why he was acting like that. As he shut the door he glanced quickly around the room, saw the jukebox and ran towards it feeling behind it and with great relief found the weapon, for a moment he had been afraid she had led him into a trap, or just a suicide run. Shooting a silenced pistol while the music was still in would not be a problem, a blaster on the other hand makes a lot more noise and three on one for Cawrion was way too many, without a starting advantage he couldn’t even take someone one on one. Checking that the gun was ready to fire, he walked quickly to the door and waited, back against the wall gun in his right and dagger reverse gripped in the other both raised beside his face. 20 seconds had passed giving him 60 seconds to complete his current objective, at this realization he felt one drop of sweat trickling down the side of his face.

He stood there waiting, it felt like an eternity. Then he heard voices coming closer, he checked his watch, 15 seconds had passed since he last checked meaning he only had 45 seconds to take of the remaining, that wouldn’t be a problem as long as nothing went wrong. The door opened and to men walked in walking straight ahead the first shouted over his shoulder “Shut the door Georgie”, then the third who replied “Sure thing Paulie”, as he closed the door he glimpsed Cawrion and his eyes winded with realization of what was going to happen next. Cawrion had been waiting for this and he only uttered the words “Who the fu” before his throat had the dagger stuck in it. Confident that the first of the three was down he closed the door completely with his now empty hand and gripped the silenced 9mm tight with two hands. As the closest man turned and was groping for his own weapon he squeezed off two rounds one in his chest, the other in his head. Taking aim at the last one he realized that his third target he now knew as Paulie had made a better choice than his partner, he had taken a handful of poker chips and flung them at his face, his reflex took over and his arm covered his face while he dodged out of the way as Paulie rushed towards him knocking the gun out of his hands. It landed with I light thud on the floor roughly two meters away. Then he felt a fury of fists hit him on the back of his head, his back and his ribs, every single one as painful as the last. He was on the other hand smiling, for the man had not yet shouted out for help. Cawrion made himself even smaller as he absorbed more punches, trying to think of a way to get to the silenced gun, because even now when he was surely about to be beaten to death, using his blaster would still end up in a bad outcome, if these people had friends in the bar, he was not sure if he could keep them at bay. And also he didn’t trust his employer to have his back, she was still anonymise and was more likely to bail on him rather than helping him, he was disposable to her, his job right now was to survive and prove that he was not disposable. Cawrion didn’t look at his watch again but was sure time was running out and he had to get a weapon. Then he felt Paulie’s strong arm grapple him and lift him up, surely frustrated with the fact that he hadn’t landed a serious blow on the scrawny guy in front of him. Then he threw Carwion backwords and as he landed with a thud that almost knocked the air out of him Cawrion saw in Paulie’s face that he realized his mistake. He picked up the pistol he had landed beside, lifted it up and as Paulie opened his mouth to shout it was too late. Cawrion pulled the trigger three times, two in the chest one in the head, just to make sure. And as the body hit the floor, song ended and Cawrion couldn’t believe he was alive and hopefully nobody had heard their scuffling in here, he may have pulled this off, although through quite an amount of luck, but that didn’t matter right now.

Not waiting to find out if anyone had heard he hurried towards each of his victims and dragged them behind the door to make sure that he would still have the advantage of surprise if anyone came through the door now. Then dagger and pistol in hand, not knowing how many bullets were left he open the door the tiniest of fractions peeking outside, looking if anyone heard, or any signs of immediate danger, hoping his employer would give him a sign that it was either safe to go out, or contacting him with further instructions.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Post 2/20
Objective Bibbdy B
Others in objective
[member="Elaine Thul"]

With no more drones it was a waiting game almost. Moving into her ship Sanya connected her data pad into the ships system to bring up a holo image with the location of each drone. Every single one would show as a little blue blip. When one found an anomaly it would show orange, then when it's tracked it the source it would indicated red. As she waited Sanya began running through her katas. A combitantion of controlled attacks that flow together. It was good exercise and strangely allowed her to relax doing so despite the continues movement. When she did it is was almost like her body went into auto pilot without having to think about what punch or kick followed the next.

After two hours of doing her katas she'd completely missed that two drones had gone orange and one red. She stopped what she was doing and moved towards the cockpit. Her hands would shift around flicking the switches powering up the ship. The engines would humm then lift of the ground followed by the noise of the landing gear lifting up into the body of the ship. Pushing on the controls the dynamic class freighter II would begin to move forward and into a u turn headed straight to the red drone.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Objective A headed to E (Search the long forgotten battleground)
Post 7/20

Aedan turned to his son and gave him a nod grasping his forearm before he pulled the hood of his black cloak up and walking away calmly letting his presence expand through the force. One thing was clear and that was that no matter who thought ill of it Aedan was accepting of who he was and what he did. Walking along the path the young man followed the echoes of the force feeling it flow through him as it guided him towards the remains of what had once been a terrible day for the Jedi. Crouching at the top of a valley he looked down into it almost seeing the fight that had taken place ages ago. Leaping down he gathered the force to slow his fall and landed in a crouch looking around as he slowly sank to a cross legged seat and let himself fall deeper into the force.

 

[Aleksander Miles]

Objective A
Post 8/20

Alek watched his dad leave and nodded to himself moving to sit off to the side cross legged his breathing slowing as he meditated his dark blue eyes hidden from sight. The movement of him sitting caused the small arsenal he carried to be revealed once more as the helmet of his armor rested in his lap now his hands crossed over it as he focused. He knew that his father had made the right choice and he was proud of him for that.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
Post 7

Mantic watched as [member="Aedan Miles"] said his farewells and then left. Somehow Mantic felt that it was not the last time he would see that man around. That conflict of his would be a struggle, and silently Mantic hoped that he woud ask for help, when the time had come.

Then he turned to the son. His newest padawan, [member="Aleksander Miles"] and [member="Dune Rhur"]

"Welcome both to Mount Meru. I am afraid we will have to wait a bit longer before the others arrive. I would advice continued meditation for the time being." he nodded. Then he retook his own meditative stance but kept his eyes open watching the two that had arrived so far.

The mountain held a strong presence in the force and its history still breathed its tale of both unity and battle. Somehow it represented the present state of the Republic Knights well.

Spoiler

[member="Aleksander Miles"] [member="Jordun Darko"] [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Grey Lunara"] [member="Sarianna Misarr"] [member="The Dark Man"] [member="Alyona Volkovna"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Sai Fel"] [member="Shin-Sen Ra"] [member="Maxumus Corvus"] [member="Terol Jeero"] [member="Cyrus'Relk"] [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Ylva Alfrún"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Ella Nova"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Location: Deneba capital city, Little Cabana's Dive
Objective: Irk my In-Law (aka do my own thing)
Allies: [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Cawrion Chyrox"]
Enemies: None Present
(1/20)

Zenva sat quietly at a table along the wall of Little Cabana's Dive, a rather depressing club by her standard. Nowadays good clubs were hard to find. The Ravens were a thing of the past, their downfall had seen too many good bars shut down. The Hutt Cartel was busy fighting over slaves and spice markets, never really taking the opportunity to establish much in the way of nightclubs. Well that left the Black Tie Syndicate didn't it. Aspiring criminals the lot of them, and blessed with a leader who had a wealth of knowledge regarding the criminal underworld. But alas, they too had not taken much opportunity to push into the legitimate money that bars and dance clubs could garner. Something Zenva would have to remedy one day. Another day however. For now she was content to sit and watch her sister-in-law play out whatever little scheme the little human was up to.

It didn't take long to pick apart. It was rather odd though, at least from Zenva's standpoint. If Patricia wanted these men gone, and she had quite clearly had several removed by the man in the leather trench coat, why didn't she just walk up with a group of Syndicate hitters and waste the lot of them right here and now? It would be quick, and far simpler than running about and setting traps as she had been thus far. The Zabrak couldn't help but shake her head and wonder at what was going through Patricia's mind.

Final curiosity got the better of her. She stood, quickly smoothed the wrinkles from her new suit and started across the barroom. She was rather blatant about the whole thing, doing little more than walking up to Patricia's booth and standing beside one of the open seats. She removed her amber colored Shadez and set them on the table in front of her. "Rather focused today aren't we darling?" She offered the woman a charmed smile, "Tell me, why the new muscle? If this were terribly important why not use a few veterans and just be done with the lot of them?"

She slipped into a seat without invitation, watching the room at large rather than her In-Law. "Not half bad either, your new man I mean. Kinda cute too, for a human at any rate."

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Objective D
Post 2

Ayumi continued to work with the ones there, looking over the factory designs as they were working to get the different sections set up. THe foundation and prefab walls were being set up with the carved stone thanks to THalia and Hok importing the stone for her. She had a nice amount of things going forward tapping into the systems from her datapad. She turned her eyes to look at the thick stone being set up and the construction droids being moved over the foundation with some of the machines to flattern it. The ships bringing the machines to set up and get to work as the walls were being erected. "we are doing well here,."

 

[Dune Rhur]

Objective A
Post 2

Deciding to take [member="Mantic Dorn"]'s advice, Dune withdrew to the side and sat. Crossing his legs, he began the breathing forms taught to all Jedi. They served to centre the user and aid in achieving the trance-like state needed for meditations. The Force itself pulsed in him, in concert with the energies of the mountain itself.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Deneba capital city, Little Cabana's Dive
Objective: set up a base of operations for the Black Ties. Aka out with the old, in with the new.
Allies: [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Cawrion Chyrox"]
Enemies: None... yet
(4/20)

With those three taken care of all that were left on the Made Man list were Jimmy, Eddie, and Falcone. And Miss Blonde was about to send her hired muscle to go off and kill the rest before her back up aka Zenva sat down and started talking to her. She didn't much mind that the woman was breaking a bit of protocol and it was always nice to see Zenva and have a chat with her.

"Because, the Republic Delegation today is here today. And nothing says "Let us help you catch the people who shot up a bar" more than shooting up a bar full of wise guys. So we discreetly remove them using a third party that can't be traced to us, and if the kid is on the level we don't kill him." Miss Blonde said in a very very low tone of her natural speaking voice. But speaking of killing there was one more thing to take care of.

"Falcone and and Eddie carpooled here together, I've been watching them and Eddie is blackout drunk. So they will be leaving in the next five minutes to take Eddie home." Miss Blonde looked over to Zenva and gave her a hand sign that she'd be right back.

Walking up to the bar the woman exchanged drinks for two rum and colas and while she was at the bar she placed a small device underneath the ledge of the bar letting it stick to the underling metal. Grabbing her drinks she returned to the table and gave Zenva a drink before taking a sip at hers.

"Where you were sitting you will find an Ion pulse device. Take that and fix it to a green speeder with an ivory green stripe going across its side. It's got a odometer primer and detonator so just fix it to the car, once they drive off and get on the freeway it will activate and the rest will be history. Do not be seen, and once you have done that wait outside in the alley by the door." Miss Blonde said telepathically to her hitman.

Hopefully he'd be in action soon, it seemed Eddie and Falcone were getting ready to leave and get Eddie's stumbling ass home.

 

[The Crow]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Deneba capital city, Little Cabana's Dive[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Do what my employer tells to[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt](4/20)[/SIZE]

Hearing his employer again Cawrion put away his knife and put the 9mm in one of his large inside pockets. Carefully he opened the door about 1cm and peeked through, not seeing anything threatening he walked out, closed the door behind him and walked straight past the bouncer towards the bar. Sitting down and felt for the device, he found it quite easily and tried out its fastening mechanism, figuring out quickly that it was just a matter of sticking it to the car he hid it in one of his jacket pockets and walked outside.

Looking around he quickly found the car in question on the somewhat crowded street. Once again he smiled to himself, putting the device on the car would be no trouble, he would be just some guy in the crowd. Walking towards the car he simply kneeled next to car and pretending he fixed his boots he in one simply and quick motion fastened the device under the car, then he fiddled with his boot for a second, stood up and shook his foot a little, pretending to check that his boot was securely fastened.

Then as he employer had said he walked to the alley, leaned against the wall with his hands behind his back, clutching the 9mm pistol in case they thought of disposing of him. If they didn’t threaten him, he would not attack them, for this was business and a great opportunity to start a reputation that as long as contracts weren’t broken, he and anyone involved would leave happy. He looked forward to meeting Miss Blonde, and eager to see if she had more fun nights planned in the near future.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Location: Deneba capital city, Little Cabana's Dive
Objective: Having failed to irk, safeguard my In-Law (aka do my own thing)
Allies: [member="Cawrion Chyrox"] [member="Miss Blonde"]
Enemies: None Present
(2/20)


The Zabrak took up her drink gingerly, eyeing the glass with poorly concealed suspicion. Not suspicion of the diminutive blonde that brought it to her. No they had a history, even if it was only recently that the two began conversing on a more frequent basis. The drink itself was suspect. Being Zabrak meant certain things simply couldn't be consumed, the slices of citrus fruit that many bartenders enjoyed putting in virtually everything for example. Happily nothing toxic was floating in her drink and she promptly swallowed a mouthful. She settled the glass in front of her once more, idly turning the drink this way and that as she watched the room around her.

The young man in leathers returned from the VIP room in short order, looking a little worse for wear. The Zabrak smiled to herself at the sight. Poor boy must have gotten more of a fight than he had been ready for. She watched in silence as the young man returned to the bar, fiddled about for a few moments and then left the room.

Zenva turned her smile on her In-Law, "Seems you have everyone taken care of save the boss. Well him and your new man." She paused deliberately to sip her drink. "Would you like me to take care of them for you?"

 

[Elaine Thul]

2/20
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="William"] forlon

She was held up in her docking of the ship, and she wa getting a little bored and irritated . As she been down there for a couple days, and the air condition unit was not working. Also due to extra personnel on the ship, mainly her men the water for washing has been rationed. This meant it was starting to hum down there, something she decide it was time to get away from. So she head to the bridge, she wanted to find out what the holdup was, as she wanted fresh air.

She took a lift to the bridge with couple know smelly housecarls, and she when she hit the bridge it was worse. They had been in more confined area, well she now believed the captain he was doing all that he could. Captain may I ask what the holdup is? We are waiting orders, and trust me I want of this ship as well! He quickly replied, to what he saw as irksome noble on his bridge.

 

[Willam Forlon]

Objective B
The Search for the Hyperspace Marauder

"Any News?" said Willam staring at the large screen at the fore of the CIC. The search for the Hyperspace Marauder had up to this point, been a fruitless endeavor. Fleet intel had recovered data indicating the vessel might have been hidden in the small nebula near the Dractu system. Forlon stared at the screen and the turbulent cloud before them.

"Commander? what are the chances we can slide in there and look around?" Forlon asked the ships commander. The man looked over some data and punched in some commands expanding a 3 dimensional display at the center of the room.

"We could move in but the radiation in there will blind everything but gravity and visual sensors." The commander zoomed in a section of the nebula and the supposed location of the ship. "Supreme Commander, IF this thing has been in here for eight centuries I fear it is irradiated beyond the point of viability. Anyone we tag in there will need limited contact and lengthy medical treatment afterwards"

Forlon nodded and looked over the display. "Will the turbulence be an issue?" He asked looking at a series of data scrolling down the side of the image. The Commander brought up another set od data which begane to scroll down the image.

"If this was anything other than a Calamari ship yes it would, but since it is,and with these shields, we will have no problem, but we can not launch any drones or scouts. The smaller crafts shielding is just not enough. The turbulence would tear them apart." said the man closing down the display and walked around the table to stand next to the Supreme Commander and the Mon Calamari Admiral next to him. Forlon nodded then turned his attention to the Admiral.

"I would like to thank you again for the loan of the ship. It is the only thing I knew of that could handle this" he said smiling at the Mon Calamari Male. The mission given him had been one he had at first doubted was even possible. With the help of The Directorate and Admiral Reshmar he now had some hope of finding the lost ship.

1/20

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Objective B
The Search for the Hyperspace Marauder
2/20

Reshmar stood quietly as Forlon and his Operations officer spoke. He had been contacted and requested to assist in finding the Hyperspace Marauder by the Supreme Commander and once they had worked out a price Reshmar had agreed. For the loan of the Mantis-class ELINT frigate, Mon Calamari Shipyards would retain the technology found therein and contract any technology development from the find to the Republic. HE waited for the two men to finish and watched the crew going about their tasks. He heard Forlon speak and realized it was to him. He turned his attention to the Republic's Supreme Commander and listened to him then spoke in response.

"It is no problem General, I am told by my engineers that the technology on the ship would be very useful. They are excited by the prospect of working with it. I think if we succeed My people can handle the boarding and exploration. We have some gear that can help with the radiation" Reshmar said returning the Supreme Commanders smile.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

3/20
B
[member="Elaine Thul"]

The thrusters where on full burn all the way to the red drone. It had brought her to what looked like an old space port. The place was huge but sections had fell down and collapsed inwards. As Sanya brought the ship around the structure she could see the peek of the type of vessel this tech was on. Scanning it the anomaly was coming from inside the ship. Bringing her ship down in the bay next to it. Shed power down the ship and stood up to move towards the cargo bay. Lowering the floor down she'd activate the engineer droids to come with her. Walking to the door way to the hanger her eyes would scatter around. "I have a feeling like I'm been watched." She would say to herself. "Probably just my imagination or something." Sanya would sigh with the droids behind her and moving into the hanger with a large ship almost on it's side. Parts of it's Hull was missing and was all rusted. Sanya would look around once more before entering the vessel.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Deneba capital city, Little Cabana's Dive
Objective: set up a base of operations for the Black Ties. Aka out with the old, in with the new.
Allies: [member="Cawrion Chyrox"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
Enemies: None... yet
(6/20)

With Eddie and friend headed out to their speeder the two drove off to what was going to be certain death. Now as for Miss Blonde and Zenva they had a few things they needed to take care of here in the bar. The first thing was Miss Blonde pulling out her data pad and finding the property online. Once that was complete she purchased the bar from its owners and set her datapad aside.

"Z, darling. The republic is here with us today and if we are going to take control while all our targets are in one spot we must do so quietly. As for my asset I think we'll be keeping him for now. He's proved himself useful, so i'm going to stand up and go over to the table where Jimmy is. He's a real womanizer, so give me a second." Miss Blonde said as she took off her jacket.

Removing her tie afterwards the woman unbuttoned her dress shirt until what lay underneath was a white tank top where one could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. The woman stood up from her table and would put the charm on.

"I have an empire to build so one moment." Miss Z Blonde bowed to Zenva and walked over to Jimmy leaning down to place her "assets" atop his head.

"You, me, alleyway right now." The woman said with a seductive tone and smile.

"Sugar you just made my night. Alright boys Imma head out back for a quick one. Let me know when Paulie gets back." Jimmy would then stand up and Miss Blonde would take his hand.

"A woman and Jimmy are headed your way right now. Do not shoot the woman, she's innocent in all this. Put two in Jimmy's head so his stereotypical mama can't make it an open casket." Miss Blonde would say telepathically to the man.

Taking Jimmy's hand the woman would lead Jimmy out the back and step out into the alleyway with him where her hitman lay in wait for them.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

4/20
B
[member="Elaine Thul"]
[member="Willam Forlon"]

The vessel was large and it had been here for some time. Well a long time but from her research and deciphering she had a rough idea what it looked like. It was an out of place computer that would be in the cockpit area. While there is nothing to exactly power it up she was bring the entire computer with her. As she walked through the ship Sanya would pay attention to wire's dangling from above and pannles all over. It was a mess and the place had that stale smell. The droids remained close behind with their eyes protecting light for Sanya to see more. Although when they got to the end there seemed to be a door that was closed. She tried to pry it open with her hand but it was locked. Unclipping one of her sabers and ignighting it Sanya would carve a hole in the door way.

 

[The Crow]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Deneba capital city, Little Cabana's Dive[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Do what my employer tells to[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt](5/20)[/SIZE]

Cawrion sighed after hearing another batch of instructions from his employer. He didn’t like to leave witnesses especially when he wasn’t wearing a mask and he didn’t have to put one on even if he had one on him. He walked to where the door was and gripped the pistol with two hands again, although it was an extremely easy shot he didn’t want to displease his employer by becoming careless and miss.

The door opened and they walked out, luckily Jimmy was closest to him. Cawrion pressed his lips together and whistled a short high pitched sound that pierced the night. Jimmy stopped slightly and turned towards the sound. He only had time to widen his eyes as he saw the gun pointed at his head. The gun shot twice and with two bullets in his head he slumped to the ground. Cawrion walked over to Jimmy, his gun now pointed at the women. He looked down and the man was clearly dead but he wasn’t happy with the results, no open casket she had asked for. He turned to the women and said in a calm voice gun still pointed at her “You didn’t see me here, you will not remember my face, my face is a blur to you. If anyone hunts me after this, you will not like where you’ll wake up and in what condition that will be. Now go back to whatever life you come from.” Neither caring nor knowing if the women had left he tucked the gun away and kicked his heavy boot in Jimmy was with a horrible crunch once… twice… and a third time. Then he took out dagger and stabbed him a couple of times in the face for good measure, then he turned around to walk away.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Location: Deneba capital city, Little Cabana's Dive
Objective: Having failed to irk, safeguard my In-Law (aka do my own thing)
Allies: [member="Cawrion Chyrox"] [member="Miss Blonde"]
Enemies: None Present
(3/20)

Zenva sighed deeply. This was all terribly boring. Terribly, horribly, utterly boring. It took a moment for Zenva to figure out exactly what Patricia was up to this time but the moment she realized what the diminutive blonde was doing, she laughed. Men. How predictable.

The Zabrak got out of her seat a moment after her sister-in-law, finished her drink in a single gulp and headed for the front door. She wouldn't have much time to get into position to watch over the unarmed crime lord she was here to protect. The moment she was outside she stepped out of her heels and took off at a run, nearly silent without her shoes.

She reached the alleyway in time to hear the grizzly crunch of bone as the unnamed assassin beat the wise guy's head to pulp. She slipped into the alley in silence drawing one of her pistols out of it's shoulder rig.

When the young man in leathers turned to leave the alley he found himself staring at a very angry looking Zabrak and her very angry monster of a handgun. She was far enough away that he wouldn't be able to reach for her weapon, yet close enough to make missing nearly impossible. "If you want to find out what a fifty caliber, armor piercing slug does to a man at two meters, move a fething muscle." The Zabrak's head turned slightly though her eyes stayed on the young man. "I know you said you wanted him alive Blonde but that was before he put a gun in your face. Can I kill him now?"