A Kaleidescope

[Zen]

Her eyes drifted at the being. A smirked appeared under her helmet."Death, is not part of my family tree sorry. A Hutt Major, I should be able to help you people if you want me to, I can leave at peace if you want. But I would need a favor, Kill those idiots that will do harm to the raccoon Girl in there. She did nothing wrong." She paused slowly ignoring his lightsabers. But ready to defend if he choose to attack."Or I can stay and help, not all Hutts are without Morals, you know. Some of us are struggling to know what's good or bad, so we are in between. I mean no harm to you or your men, or the Gangster boss, I came here to this warehouse to help the poor girl get free, but the placed is packed with secretive, And Well If I shot the men, they will be all over me."She said trustfully.

 

[Gambler]

Belkov looked at the woman. "If you're going to have a problem with her," he began, directing his gaze towards Khutarrah, "then I wouldn't object to killing her now. It's your call," he finished with a shrug. As long as he didn't need to dirty his hands personally, he couldn't care less what Khutarrah did. The Noghri seemed like a powerful enough ally, but looks could be deceiving. Only time would tell if the Noghri could bring his money's worth to the scene. "Otherwise, it seems like we are all a bit urgent to go inside. If we're done here?" He nodded to the warehouse.

 

[D.C.]

'We're done here,' Khutarrah said. No, he couldn't kill her here. Not now. This was not the time. He turned away from Alexis and looked at the warehouse.

'Yes,' he said to Belkov, 'let's go.' With lightsabers in his hands he walked towards the building. It'd be one hell of a slaughterfest, that's for sure. He just wondered how many of Belkov's hired muscle would survive the party. Maybe none. Maybe one. Maybe some.

Khutarrah didn't give a damn.

He walked towards the front entrance of the warehouse. He wasn't afraid, he was never afraid. And why should he be afraid, for Nothing's sake?

He clipped one of his sabers (the one he held in his left hand) to his belt and reached out his left arm. He unleashed a Force Push, just powerful enough to blow out the front door. It was blasted back into the warehouse, and slammed down onto the ground.

Khutarrah could hear voices from the inside.

'What's that?'

'What the kriff's going on?'

The Noghri didn't smile. He glared. He'd tear apart everyone who was inside. Everyone. He'd KILL THEM ALL.

He ignited his lava saber as he headed on in. Time to butcher up some gangster suckers.

 

[Zen]

She was complemented so he shouldn't notice her force, She was well to hidden, She needed to act like a simple solider for now. She examined him, as he blew the door that's right examined, And also she blocked her mind away just in case, She was studding him, just in case he choose to attack her, after she would be leaving.

She grabbed her Slugthrower from the right leg, and gripped it with both hands nervously it she was not really nervous she was acting. As he made his way in she peered in the corner, and spoke."You first, You wanted to play the trust game, So you and your men go first, If I go first, you lot can kill me, And have me heavily out numbered."She said slowly.

 

[Gambler]

"As you wish," Belkov said with a small shrug. He nodded and his men fanned out in front of him, following Khutarrah into the warehouse. Several grabbed for blasters or vibroblades, but Belkov remained unarmed. He maintained a facade of nonchalance as he entered the warehouse, placing his trust in Khutarrah and his hired men. He was a good enough shot with a pistol and knew his way around with the sword belted at his hip, but it was not his place to bloody his hands when he had others to do so in his stead.

The warehouse opened into a large room, instantly revealing several dozen men positioned along the perimeter. Atop the far catwalk, their quarry stood, leaning against a control panel, just as Belkov had predicted. The windows were barred shut, leaving only one easily accessible entrance and exit for the compound. The roof was a fiberglass dome, leaving the warehouse seemingly exposed. Guards lined the catwalks adjacent to their quarry, each holding a blaster rifle pointed directly at the intruders. In the center of the room, a young woman was tied to a chair, her arms bound awkwardly behind her back and a dirty rag stuffed in her mouth as a gag.

Her eyes screamed voiceless terror, begging for aid. Belkov's lip curled when he noted the blood staining what remained of her dress, and the pile of offal that surrounded her. "Have you fallen so far, Raken?" he asked, hardly able to name the vile creature above them. "First you skimp on our deal, and now this? Some people," he sneered, "have no class."

"Is that Belkov?" Raken asked from his perch. He leaned down a bit to get a better view. "Why it is!" he exclaimed, his words heavily slurred. His body lurched as he stood up straight, his eyes seemingly unfocused as he glared down at them. "Why are you here? I thought we'd finished our business ages ago."

Belkov nodded. "Indeed." He looked at Khutarrah, sparing a pitying glance for the girl in the center of the room. "Kill them all. Leave Raken for last. Extricate my money from him, but make sure he screams before he dies." He crossed his arms and listened to the hail of gunfire that ensued.

 

[D.C.]

Kill them all.

Khutarrah shot forwards the moment the blaster fire erupted. The Noghri easily deflected blaster bolts with his lava saber and as he ran forwards, he grabbed his second saber and ignited that one as well.

He cleaved through the enemies like a knife through butter. Limbs flew through the warehouse, blood splattered all over the place. Screams were heard as Khu butchered up his foes. The two sabers hissed and hummed and cut and stabbed.

Khutarrah was a blur. Fast as a devil. He was unstoppable.

He shot from the left to the right, leaped onto the catwalks, swung his sabers and cut off lots of heads, arms and legs. One of the gangsters he cut into two, from the groin to the head. It was such a disgusting sight, and Khu got showered in blood and gore, but he didn't care. It didn't matter. He was here for the onslaught after all, so getting bloody was just part of it.

He was the Blademaster. He could not be beaten. Not by these idiots.

A few minutes later about 3/4 of the gangsters were killed. Belkov's men had fought like lions. They were very deadly, Khu had noticed. They too, cut down enemies one by one, and shot them up with their heavy blasters. It was a war, fought out in that smelly warehouse somewhere on Coruscant.

Khutarrah began to make his way towards Raken.

 

[Zen]

Alexis Nonomyth Hesitated slowly, and looked around. Seconds later the room went into lock down. She eyed them, they got there hands full but they can mange it.. I am going my work is done. I can't risk being caught by the republic, Or him fighting me, It will be pointless. She thought slowly before, placing her gun in her holder on right thigh, and quickly making her way towards where she had her ship. Moving at a rather quick pace, she made it to an unknown Dark place. And unhooked the Invisibly cloak of her ship, Got inside and, begun to take off. Back to headquarters Of the Hutts. She took off Commentate. And spoke."I hope the girl lives. It was either her's or mine life. If I choose her she would be free. But then I'rd have to deal with the Lot. Dammit I hate this choices."She barked as she flew off.

(Exit Thread.)

 

[D.C.]

A blaster bolt crashed into the catwalk, right in front of Khutarrah. He looked up and saw the shooter on the catwalk across from the one Khu stood on. Khutarrah growled at the shooter and 'wrapped' the Force around the man. He tore off the man's head, a fountain of blood spraying out off the man's neck. He tore off the arms and the legs and the torso fell to the catwalk with a thud. Blood dripped from the catwalk's edge, forming a pool on the floor below.

The shooter had a friend, apparently. The friend appeared right behind Khutarrah with a vibrosword raised above his head. Khutarrah turned around and blocked the vibrosword with his orange shoto. Then he swung with the lava saber, cutting the man in half.

One of Raken's men was coming for Belkov. Khutarrah saw it just in time and leaped off the catwalk. He threw his orange shoto at the gangster and a moment later the blade pierced through the man's head. Khutarrah pulled the lightsaber back to his hand and the lifeless body of the gangster collapsed to the floor. Blood flowed across the floor and some of the blood splattered all over Belkov. Belkov probably wouldn't like it, but Khutarrah didn't give a ****.

The Noghri landed on the floor. Four gangsters charged at him. Khutarrah could see the fear in the men's eyes, but they probably thought they could take him if they charged at him together.

Wrong.

Khu used Force Speed and dashed forwards. First a low cut, to cut a foot clean off. The man fell to the floor and cried in agony. Blood seeped from the wound and the man had to vomit for some reason.

Khutarrah blocked the vibrosword of another gangster and then thrust his shoto forwards. The blade went through the man's belly and the tip came out of the man's back. Splash! Another shower of blood. Khu brought the shoto upwards, from the abdomen to the head and the man's guts flew through the air.

The two remaining gangsters backed away now. Terrified of the Blademaster. Khu lowered his lightsabers and deactivated them. He clipped them to his belt and then reached out his hands. He 'grabbed' the men with the Force and lifted them off the ground. First, he smashed their bodies against each other and then concentrated on them. A moment later their bodies exploded in a rain of blood and guts and pieces of bone. There was nothing left of them. Destruction was still one of Khutarrah's favorite powers. It was one of Brother's favorites too. Haha...

Khutarrah unclipped his lava saber and turned back to the footless guy who still lied stretched out on the floor. The Noghri Blademaster raised the saber above his head and brought it down with great force, stabbing the man to death.

Meanwhile, Belkov's hired muscle had taken care of the rest of the gangsters. Only Raken remained.

Khutarrah deactivated his lava saber and leaped onto the catwalk Raken stood on.

'P-p-please,' Raken stammered, 'c-can't we w-work something o-out?'

'No,' Khu said.

'B-but...' Raken said. He raised his hands in front of himself, as if he could ward off the Noghri that way. He walked backwards, slowly. The man was terrified. Scared to death. And of course he was, considering the bloodshed.

'Belkov told me to make you scream,' Khu said in a dark voice. 'But before you start screaming like a ****ing pig, you are going to tell me where you keep the goddamn money.'

'W-what money?'

'SPEAK!!!!' Khutarrah growled out loud. Raken jumped at Khu's outburst.

'In the safe!' Raken said quickly. 'It's here, in the safe!' He pointed at the small safe that stood there on the catwalk.

'Open it now,' Khutarrah demanded.

Raken quickly turned to the safe and tried to open it. Because his hands were shaking it took him a while to get it open. 'I-it's in there,' Raken said, 't-the ch-chit...'

'Thanks. I'll fetch it myself,' Khu said after taking a quick look in the safe. 'Now, take a deep breath.'

'W-what?' Raken was obviously terrified. Tears already started to run down his cheeks. He saw the cold look in Khutarrah's eyes and let himself drop to his knees. He folded his hands and was about to start begging when Khutarrah interrupted him.

'Take a deep breath, because you're gonna have to scream.'

Khutarrah didn't wait to see if Raken really took a deep breath, but immediately began to torture the man. And Raken screamed. He screamed out loud. His screams echoed throughout the warehouse. Nice.

The Noghri—not only a Blademaster, but also a master of fire—conjured small flames on his fingertips. He 'threw' the small flames onto Raken's clothes and in a matter of seconds, Raken's clothes caught fire. As if that wasn't enough, Khutarrah unleashed a weak wave of Lightning (he was capable of unleashing extremely power lightning, but he intended this one to be weak) and Raken screamed like a man on fire.

Khutarrah gripped Raken's neck and lifted him off the floor. Raken burned and screamed and tried to somehow break free from Khutarrah's grip. Khu moved the man to the right, so he hang in thin air, several meters above the floor. Khutarrah unleashed a wave of fire from his free hand, like a flamethrower. Raken cried and screamed. He begged Khutarrah to stop.

'End of the line, you kriff,' Khutarrah said. He dropped Raken to the floor. The man rotated in the air so he fell down head first. When the burning body hit the floor, the head turned into a pool of brain and blood.

Khutarrah turned around, to the safe. He reached into it and grabbed the credit chit. He turned around again and walked towards the edge of the catwalk. He leaped off it and landed right in front of Belkov. He handed out the chit and then turned around to look at the girl.

'What have they done to you?' Khutarrah asked her, he sounded concerned now. The anger had subsided for the most part, because he let it all out during the slaughter.

He slowly approached her and cut her loose with the sharp nails of his claws. He caught her body in his strong arms as she fell forwards. She was crying.

'I'm gonna take her to a hospital, Belkov,' Khutarrah said. 'If you need to contact me, here.' He quickly reached into one of his pockets and threw a comlink towards Belkov. 'So, unless there's anything else...'

Khu realized the girl was terrified. She had to get out of there.

 

[Gambler]

Cooling flesh left ashes on the breeze. They stung Belkov's skin, giving him goosebumps where they touched. None of Raken's men were left alive. Every single one of them had been killed in the initial attack. The hired muscle and Khuttarah had effectively cut a swath through them in bare minutes, killing everyone in their path. Belkov could hear Raken's screams in his mind, reverberating inside his skull. He had been killed so quickly, but with such malicious ease that his pain was palpable even after death.

The ruthless efficiency of his men was surprising. Hired muscle was usually the lowest of the low. Thugs, baseline criminals, and out of work smugglers typically fell into that category. It seemed that he had gotten lucky this time around. The majority of his men had some experience in this line of work. They knew their way around a skirmish, and weren't afraid when it came to spilling blood. As long as they didn't revel in the sight of blood they would serve his purposes perfectly.

Catching his payment in the air, Belkov nodded to Khutarrah. "See to it," he said. He paused for a moment. "Excellent work," he finally said. "Effective, but not brutally so. I will disclose the details to our next assignment together once you've seen to the girl. Then we can truly get down to business. I'm sure you have a price." His smile was a mockery of humor.

He turned to the rest of his men. "I'll give you all the same choice. You can continue serving me for what I promise to be more than a fair deal, or you can find work elsewhere. You are all competent"--More than I gave any of you credit for--"and that is exactly what I need. I cannot divulge any details here, but once you accept I will explain exactly what I need. The pay day, if you're willing, is sure to be the biggest you've ever had," he said, voice slightly off-key.

"You have two days to consider the offer," he continued. "If you decide to accept, ask the bartender at the Outlander club where to find me and he'll direct you to me. Payment will be discussed then. For now, take me for my word, if that counts for anything." He was addressing all of them, including Khutarrah, if the Noghri was still listening.