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[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas walked to the counter of the casino. "I wish to speak with the owner of this establishment." The secretary offered a frightful nod. Then scurried off to get the owner. Vi'kas looked around the lavishly decorated room, slightly impressed. Though the casino had seen hard times, it was still a rather fancy place.

Vi'kas was examining the red and gold curtains when a human walked into the room. He was richly dressed, leading the young Sith to assume he was the owner. This notion was conformed as the man spoke, "I am the owner of the building you are standing in. Is there an issue?" Vi'kas gave a mock sigh, pretending to be exasperated.

"Indeed, there is an issue. Have you seem this man?" As he said this, he flashed the Senator's image. The man's eyes slightly widened, showing recognition. Alas, he lied.

"Never seen him before, is that all?" Vi'kas gave an actual sigh this time. The owner had decided to do it the hard way.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

He invaded the man's mind, forcing him to his knees. The pathetic creature didn't even put up a fight. Everyone in the lobby looked on horror s the man fell to his knees, screaming. To them, it'd appear Vi'kas was just standing there, arms crossed. in reality, he pulling information from the man's mind.

He sifted through the casino owner's minds, discarding the useless thoughts flowing through his mind. The man had a wife and daughter, who lived on the top floor of the Hotel/Casino. He saw images flash through his mind of pointless things that could not be less relevant to the current situation. Then, there it was. The Senator was located in room 285, on the second floor, with a swish of his cloak, the young Sith made for the room.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Within a few minutes, he was at his destination. A richly-painted door stood before him, with the number 285 engraved in gold towards the center. He rapped on the door three times, making a deeper noise than you may expect. Just after the third knock, a man answered the door At least, Vi'kas thought it was a man. There was no way to tell, given they were armored from head to toe in Senate Commando armor.

The young Sith immediately knew that if he were to get to his quarry, he'd have to get through this guard first. Before the blue-clad guardian had time to speak, Vi'kas spartan-kicked him right in the chest, send the man careening back into a velvet sofa. The assassin strode into the luxurious room, indigo lightsaber drawn. He was on the hunt, and could practically smell his prey.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The commando jumped to his feet, and drew two blaster pistols. Vi'kas frowned. He did not like it when people pointed projectile weapons at him. He didn't like it at all.

The guard began firing on the young Sith, who leapt across the room. As he was about to chop his saber down for a killing blow, it seemed that the bodyguard had other ideas. He sidestepped Vi'kas, and pistol whipped him across the face. Another thing Vi'kas now knew about his opponent is that they were strong. Very strong. The Sith flew back into a wall, knocking some very expensive pottery off of a shelf. The guard walked over, about to deliver a punishing blow.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas was a very crafty person, smarter than most. He realized then would be a prime opportunity to test the new weapon of his master's. He used telekinesis to tap the ceiling above the guard, causing him to look up. As he did this, the gap in between the bottom of his helmet and the top of his breastplate expanded noticeably. Vi'kas then aimed the projectile weapon at the chink in the armor, the weapon making a distinct hissing noise as it emerged from its hiding place.

The blade lodged itself in the bodyguard's neck. The man made a few choking noises, and dropped to his his knees, dead. Vi'kas stood up, wiping a bit of crimson blood off of his face. His face twisted into a snarl, his mood was now bad. Very bad. He switched his cybernetic eye into lifeform-scanner mode, detecting a blip inside of the bedroom. He kicked the door to pieces, storming into the room. The Senator popped up from behind a large bed, trying to surrender. He apparently didn't realize Vi'kas wasn't one who often took prisoners. He decapitated the politician, letting the headless corpse drop to the floor.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

He looked down at the corpse, frowning. Being a politician never ended well. He twisted the man's sapphire ring off of his hand. It had his family's insignia on it, though it wouldn't be enough. He bagged the man's head and tied it up. He also pocketed the ring, not doubting he would need it later. He was about to leave when something caught his eye. He walked over, regarding the bottle of aged Renan Irongut. He whistled, taking the bottle with him. He had heard rumors that the stuff could remove rust.

The next hour or so was uneventful. He boarded his shuttle, and made his way back to the workshop. He walked into the room, sack over his shoulder, bottle in his hand. He placed the gauntlet on the table, keeping the sack in order to cash in the bounty with. Then rethinking it, he tossed the sack in a trash nearby trash compactor. If he maintained the illusion the Senator was still alive, he could use the ring to pose as the man. Then, he uncapped the bottle he had stolen from the hotel room. "Anyone up for some irongut?"

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