Ask New Blood...To Spill

[Tresshk]

Marissa Hesse...The name radiated in his mind. As the freighter approached Eriadu, the large trandoshan as laying in his too-small bunk, staring forward into space in thought. Ever since he'd gotten free of that cell his brain had been racing, certainly more than it ever consciously had before, to collect the names of his past. Many he was still trying to recollect, to piece together, to form a picture of what had happened to him, where it all had gone wrong, but this name...it had been sticking out like burnt wookie fur to him. Why was she so important, why did he want to track her? And then it hit him, one week ago today, where the name had come from. She was a traitor, in a sense, who he'd once briefly lamented one drunken night. How could she have crossed the Black Sun? The Sun had given him everything, it had to have given her everything as well, right? That idea Tresshk had held nearly all his life was quickly fading since his incident, since he'd been locked away like nothing, like discarded property. The thought itself put an angered growl in the trandoshan's throat. Whatever had happened to Marissa to shift her loyalties, to leave the Sun, Tresshk wanted to learn, just another piece to get to the bottom of things.

The trandoshan had already reached out towards her new association, whatever the Zaa Fenn or Faa Zenn or some name Tresshk didn't care to remember. He'd only given the alias 'Blackout' in the message he had sent, and where to meet him, but Tresshk wasn't exactly subtle. It was beyond easy to pick him out of a crowd, and he hadn't exactly encrypted his contact like a mastermind. He gripped his AZ-7 repeater closer, a deep part of him hoping one of Marissa's lackeys would try something with him. A bit of brawling and even a light shootout would soothe his nerves some, the thought leading him to light a deathstick to ease off his desire for a fight. He needed to do this right, now wasn't the time to think of the satisfaction of making some little punk squeal with the crunch of bone. Even so, Tresshk knew he should be prepared. He was coming all this way, with no way off world or back up plan should the crime family not take a liking to him. But who didn't like him? Everyone loved him! Well, all of the zero people he stuck around with at least. Then again, if everyone truly liked him he wouldn't be here in the first place, and nothing would have happened to him. Even Tresshk had to concede that, which led him to spit out the still-fresh deathstick with some disgust. He would find out who did him wrong, and Marissa Hesse was his first step. He didn't have the option to fail here, and that's where the trandoshan thrived. A foot in the grave and no way out, just the way he liked it.

The large transport vessel made its way down to dock three as it descended through the atmosphere, and Tresshk slung his pack of few belongings over his shoulder, a repeater and heavy blaster slung casually over his shoulder, watching as the vast ramp descended. A few children ran from the freighter, a twi'lek woman running after to coral them, as an older man came up to the trandoshan and clasped his shoulder.

"Heh, shouldn't even have to pay ya, big fella! Not a pirate in sight!" The seeming conductor of this ship's expedition spoke jovially, and a small, eerie grin cracked on Tresshk's lips. His amber eyes shifted down to the much smaller, slightly portly, grey-haired human. It was difficult to tell if he took the joke perfectly fine, or had the mind to throw the human off the side of the ramp to his death below. The unease of that indeterminate look made the man lose his casual demeanor quite quickly as he waited for the trandoshan to do something, and prey it wasn't something that would ruin his family vacation...

"If you pay me what we agreed, then I won't be the pirate." Tresshk retorted, his tone similarly joking, but it made it no less threatening to the human whose heart skipped a bit, and he stood there for a moment before quickly scrambling to his pockets.

"Of course, of course! Here you are, sir. Um, you said it'd be a one way trip for you? So I suppose I won't be hiring you for the return trip. Darn shame. Anyways, I gotta get going now, you be safe and, uh, yeah. Bye now!" He scrambled out his words as he shoved a clump of credits into the trandoshan's clawed hand, and walked back towards the others as he continued to ramble, before finally turning and hurrying off with the children and twi'lek. Tresshk rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the light smirk on his face as he pocketed the trip's pay and walked down off the ramp, and onto the docking platform. His sharp eyes preened the circular disk, checking for who was already here, watching out for the potential contact...or a potential conflict.

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef was smoking a cigarra on the docking platform, contemplating whether or not he should get some noodles before returning to the Zaa Fenn penthouse, when he spotted the mean-looking Trandoshan. Marissa and him were a bit... well, they wouldn't say anxious, but they were expecting some form of retaliation from either the Hutts or their former bosses in the Black Sun and the Crimson Dawn respectively. A Trandoshan on Eriadu? Sure, that looked like the thug the Black Sun would send to rip out their innards. Bit wary then, Preef forgot all about wanting some noodles and eyed the Trandoshan intently... and perhaps too intently? for if Tresshk looked his way he would no doubt notice that Preef's hand was very close to his blaster.

Potential conflict, indeed. Bystanders now appeared to have noticed Preef's posture and as they knew who the rodian was by now they scurried off, leaving only a handful of people in a usually busy docking platform. "Oi!" Preef called out, "What's your business on Eriadu?"



@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk was fast to catch the rodian, his piercing eyes having been trained to find trouble in his days as a payment enforcer for the Sun. He knew quick signs of an anxious body and an itchy trigger finger, universal body language of a man with a price on his head, a man with powerful enemies. Sort of like the enemy he know had. If his contact was here, this rodian was it. A shimmering grin came across Tresshk's face then, looking him up and down as he took a few steps forward, the heavy weaponry over his shoulder clacking as it knocked together some, his hand making no movement for his own sidearm in its holster.

"~Tsssk~...Don't ya know it's rude to bother a weary traveler, bug eyes? It's a death sentence to bother a Dossh. Hehehssk~, but don't worry your sweet little head, rodian, I don't do business anymore. What I'm doing here is...persssonal." The large, scaled hunk of meat spoke from his spot a few yards out, chuckling before he sneered wider at the rodian, the sight of which would probably do little to calm his nerves. He then craned his neck some with a satisfying pop each way, before taking two steps closer to Preef, making their size difference much clearer as he stared down into those buggy, starry eyes.

"I almost want to try rodian, just to see what it tastes like. But that wouldn't put me in too good of a standing with your bosss, now would it? Hsss...Of course ya know who I'm talkin about, don't you? Marisssa Hessse." Tresshk pulled his arm up then, pulling the sleeved glove up to show a tattoo wringing around his forearm, one that spelled out 'Blackout' all the way around in aurabesh. He assumed were this the contact, he would know the callout from his message. And if it wasn't? Well then, Tresshk would try his luck with how quick of a draw the rodian really was...and meat would be back on the menu.

@Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

How foolish of Preef. He should've remembered that all Trandoshan were arrogant fools with brains too small to actually run an outfit of their own, but that also made them dangerous and inherently unpredictable and thus the rodian kept alert and ready to step back and blast the Trandoshan at any moment. The arrogant visitor knew which name to drop, but by now most of Eriadu City knew who resided in the Zaa Fenn penthouse so that didn't mean a kriffing thing... but a holo-message from a former Black Sun had reached them a couple of days ago speaking about employment and being recognizable by the word 'Blackout' tattoo'd on his arm. Unfortunately for the both of them, Preef could hardly read basic and definitely didn't recognize a word of Aurabesh. That message should've just said it was a Trandoshan and saved them all a bother.

"So you're this Blackout, hm?" the rodian guessed, "You want to see Marissa you help me first." Preef retrieved a small holo-projector from his pockets and engaged it. Almost instantly a bust of a mean-looking human appeared underneath the words 'Wanted' and 'Dead'. "Planetary government aligned themselves with the Sith and this guy is said to be preparing for a coup," but unfortunately for the government, the Sith Order and their brainless followers, Eriadu's kingpins were smugglers and they'd stand to lose trillions of credits if strict Imperial rule returned to the planet. A local smuggler, quite the legend actually, was helping the bounty hide and rally the free-thinkers and the poor. The Zaa Fenn Crime Family figured that if they helped the Sith... then the planet's entire underworld would soon be theirs.

"We're going to deliver his head to the Mayor and leave a beacon so our own guys can pick-up any merchandise we find at his hideout." the Rodian then nodded towards his speeder parked roughly forty feet away. "I assume you know how to send a message?" If the Trandoshan had a proclivity for brutal violence, severing limbs and putting it all on display for the entire planet to see.. then this job should satisfy all his violent cravings before he'd actually meet with Marissa.



@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

"Letting people know their standing with a cartel? Yeah, tsss, I can do that." Tresshk spoke, as he folded his arms, glancing down to the display of the human as he took a few steps forward. The large alien glanced around then, seeming to check if this rodian would have any backup, before looking down to Preef with a wicked grin.

"I don't assume either of us get to keep any of the goodies? After all, there ssshould be a finders fee, don't you think?" He spoke in that reptilian rasp as he leaned down closer to the rodian, seeming to check just exactly where Preef's loyalties exactly lay. It obviously looked like the trandoshan was trying to make him stray from his mission just a tad for both of their personal gain, but that may not have exactly been the case. However the trandoshan gave another huff, almost an annoyed one, as he stood back straight and shook his head.

"I'll see if I'm sticking around here long enough to find out what 'Sssith Rule' entailss. You might be wise to do that same, but then again, getting on the bad side of a criminal family isn't the smartest thing to do. Krssk...Whether it's your little band, or the Jedi wannabes, there isssn't much difference." Tresshk shook his head, a look of disdain on his mug, one that was rather expressive given his lizard features.

@Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef frowned when the Trandoshan immediately assumed he could keep any goodies as if the whole part of bringing him along wasn't a test of his character. In response Preef merely shook his head and directed the Trandoshan to the speeder, "Name's Preef Callo, by the way-" the rodian said, assuming that as 'Blackout Tresshk' knew Marissa Hesse he also knew her partner-in-crime and that he was thought to be the fastest quick-draw in the Outer Rim.

"And as far as 'Sith Rule' goes," the rodian waited for the Trandoshan to get into the open speeder and then engaged the engine, spiriting away towards their destination. "We've got an understanding. As long as we help keep the Imperial sentiment leading, we're protected." Truthfully, all Preef really understood about all of it was that if anyone wanted to shoot a turbolaser or missile at the Zaa Fenn penthouse or one of their ships they'd have to deal with the Sith's orbital defenses and fighter squadrons first. All Preef needed to do for that level of protection was deliver a head to a doorstep every once in a while. He didn't expect Tresshk to understand immediately, heck, it took Preef almost two weeks before he finally understood and accepted the risks of going in bed with the Sith Order.

"Real reason I was at the spaceport," he continued, "Government radar and military IFF equipment. They found our target and gave me the cords." to the smuggler's ship, at least. Apparently the ship was spotted near a warehouse on the outer skirts of Eriadu City, presumably to take the target and his valuable goods onboard before leaving for Republic space to rally the 'civilized worlds.'



@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

“Preef Callo. I read a bit about you...hehsk, robbed some big bank, right?” The trandoshan said as he moved to walk in line with the rodian, as if the two weren’t just moments away from trying to drop the other dead on the ground. He listened to Preef explain the situation a but more, but it only left the scaly alien to shrug as he hopped in the other side of the speeder.

“I really just need a meeting with Hessse. If this getss me there, then a few heads can roll. Hellss, I’m all ready to go right now, sso let’s get this done. You just lead the way, Preef...hsssk, if you’re any good with that blaster of yours, the two of us will have this done quick.” Tresshk spoke as he casually laid back in his seat, pulling a pair of goggles that was strapped around his shoulders down and putting them over his reptilian eyes. He then pulled out a toothpick and started to roll it between his teeth and tongue, just something to keep his mouth busy since the cigarra he wanted would just blow out in the wind.

@Preef Callo @Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

It took them about ten minutes to reach the outskirts of the city and by the time Preef parked the speeder they had a good view of the warehouse and the Lethisk-class freighter. The warehouse itself looked about four stories high and its landing pad was only accessible from a door on the first floor, forcing everyone without a jetpack or the Force to go in through the front doors. "I don't care about the smuggler," Preef said as he exited the speeder and took the heavy blaster pistol from its holster. "but the target needs to die, and-" he paused, more because he was probably less comfortable with all of this than the Trandoshan was, "-his family and every civilian inside as well." It could become a horrible massacre and that didn't sit right with Preef, but he also knew that this was the one thing that the Sith responded to favorably and the Zaa Fenn desperately needed this deal with the Sith or they'd be wiped out in a single red-glowing night.

Not wasting any more time just standing around, Preef decided it was best to just get on with it before his conscience might succeed in changing his mind. Quickly approaching the front door he positioned himself to the right of it, pistol at the ready and motioning for Tresshk to follow suit. Next step would be barging in and shooting at everything in sight. Preef took a deep breath and stared at the door for a second.. could he rescind his words? Could he make an example of just the target and not his family? Would the Sith accept the Zaa Fenn as partners if he let the family live to take revenge and the other anti-Imperial activists to organize and start a rebellion? No.. from all Preef knew of the Sith they despised mercy, half-measures and weakness.

Kriff.. maybe he should've retired on his ranch after all.




@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk’s brow arched then as he looked down to the rodian, starting to step out himself. He left his bag and heavy blaster, acknowledging that this was a role for his repeater if they were going to he cutting down so many. The thought didn’t sit too well with the Dossh, despite his cold-hearted nature.

“This ssseems a little...excesssive. Hssk. You up for thiss? I’ve seen worse be done, but not to civilianss. I deal with people that choose to get themselvess caught up in this, szzzk, game. If thisss is what the Sith want here, maybe sticking around in this planet issn’t a good idea. Not even I’m that stupid. They’re just another sssyndicate...only with a temple and a cult.” Tresshk said, pulling out a full drum of tibanna gas cartridges and and attaching it to the underside of his weapon. Shaking his head then, he gave a shrug. He started walking with Preef over to the door.

“Lesson of the day? Don’t trusst people too weak to protect you.” He commented simply, before marching over to the other side and readying his weapon.

@Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef frowned. The Trandoshan seemed to keep second guessing him and to top it off he was especially talkative about it, too. "We do what we have to, Tresshk." the rodian replied, "Trust that Marissa has a plan." Preef had been an enforcer for a long time, roughly five years now, and yet before he took up the mantle as the Zaa Fenn's chief enforcer he rarely had to defend a crimelord's plans. Heh, perhaps because Vivienne Donatade never did share her plans with him.. nor did the Falleen Council share theirs with Marissa or they would've seen the partnership with the Sith on Coruscant coming.

With the Trandoshan in position, Preef elbowed the control panel for the door and stepped in the second it slid open. Their target was unmistakably in the room as he quickly turned his head towards open door and the sight of the intruders clearly startled him. "heeelp!" he cried and several other men came running. They were all human and while four carried what looked like simple hold-out blasters, three were stupid enough to bring a vibro-sword to a blasterfight.

The room was round 100 square meters large, littered with crates and travel bags. Right smack in the middle was their target with his seven friends, but Preef couldn't help but notice a few women and children in the far left corner, closer to the ramp that lead to the smuggler's ship. His heart sank, but he hoped the target would keep them occupied long enough for the women and children to escape with the smuggler.

"Have at it," the rodian told the Trandoshan and to put a deed by his words he pressed the trigger of his heavy blaster pistol and blasted a hole through the nearest human with a vibrosword. "Kill them all."



@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

“Sorry if I don’t trussst a human, esspecially one I haven’t met yet. I know what happens if I don’t follow orderss, but I’m not a lapdog, tsssk, not anymore.“ The trandoshan bit back, but he prepared his weapon all the same. As the door opened up, he didn’t even looked to see who did and didn’t have a blaster, his eyes only went to the one paranoid enough to he ready when the door opened. He would know somebody could come at any moment, somebody like -them-. And that was because the bounty was on HIS head, he was their man.

Having his light repeated at his hip and aimed ahead, the trandoshan began to spray across the room, painting the walls with blaster burn as he opted to keep the heads of any security down, allowing himself and Preef especially the time to tale stock of the room, see where everyone took up their positions, and be ready to press the advance. One man was called out to the corner, and Tresshk’s eyes trailed over to the pile of heat signatures that was huddled up civilians, women and children. He raised to heavier weapon towards them, only for one of the seeming guardsmen to pop out with an outstretched blaster, and Tresshk turned to light him up with repeated fire until he dropped. The smell of burnt flesh began to fill the air with the two bodies, and Tresshk ran up then behind a column.

“Let’s get these doors fried, and I’ve got a ssspecial ssurprise for them!” He called back to Preef, pulling a canister grenade from his him and twirling it carelessly be the pin. He had a cruel grin on his face, and whatever it was, Preef knew it would ruin the days of their target and his buddies, especially if they had nowhere to run.

@Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

The Trandoshan opened up on them with a light repeater, giving Preef the window he needed to advance quickly. Aiming his blaster pistol at the nearest vibro-sword wielding human he shot this one in the face at almost point-black range, before sliding behind cover. He had barely reached it when another sword deflected on the crate and before Preef fully realized what was happening the human stepped around the crate with the vibro-sword held high, "Criminal scum!" He had every intention of bringing the sword down on Preef, but when the heavy blast hit his throat he was all but launched backwards and fell lifelessly on his back with the vibro-sword clattering behind him.

Unfortunately the humans with hold-out blasters could..well, "hold-out". Using the crates as cover they made an occasional potshot towards Preef and Tresshk to keep them at bay while the women and children, startled an crying over the man who had just fallen lifelessly into their midst, ran up the ramp and towards the smuggler's ship.

It was at this point that Tresshk's smoke grenade filled the warehouse and visibility dropped to a mere two feet. Whatever the Trandoshan was planning he better do it quick, because Preef was by no means the star in brawling as he was in gunslinging.



@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

It seemed the vibrosword-wielding guards moved to work in tandem, one advancing on Tresshk as the other had on Preef. The rodian would experience the first gruesome act of his new trandoshan associate as his jaws came down to meat the swordsman, reaching out and holding his arm above his head before he could swing. There was an awful crunch and a spine-jolting shrill cry before the body slumped down, eyes rolled back in what was left of his head.

Tresshk spit out the carnage from his teeth and hucked the smoke grenade, filling the room with a hazy white smoke. It had no smell to it but it certainly worked to block vision, especially for the normal eyesight of the humans in the room. And for Tresshk, he would take in a few breaths, determine the direction of the scent from their enemies, and he would move into the smoke.

laserfire would go off moment by moment, seemingly from Tresshk’s repeater and then a fire blind potshots that returned fire, until Tresshk held down the blaster and let out a volley across the door and to the wall, trailing just behind the sound of running boots. The familiar sound of a overheated blaster giving a forced gas flush cane from within the smoke then as Tresshk let out some choice words in Dossh, before he turned back to Preef through the smoke that was only now starting to dissipate some.

“He’ss making a run for it, up the ramp!” The trandoshan hissed out, only for a blasterbolt to zip by him through the smoke, either from their specific target of from some another guard taking hold at the doorway.

@Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef had seen Tresshk sink his teeth into the human and he really wished he hadn't... Kriff, karking Trandoshans are brutal! The smoke that followed ruined everyone's visibility, but then it also made the potshots a lot less accurate and Preef felt comfortable to slowly sneak closer while the Trandoshan kep blasting with his repeater to keep the target pressed down. It all worked like a charm, until...

"He's making a run for it, up the ramp!"

Kriff! Preef immediately dashed in the general direction of the ramp, almost tripping over some bags and coming dangerously close to the suppressed humans. He heard the shoes clanking a little on the hard hollow floors and when he exited the smoke cloud he suddenly realized that he was following the wrong human!

Coming to a halt, Preef aimed his blaster at the human just as the latter turned around in an attempt to do the same. They recognized each other. Preef was looking at the smuggler.. the only one that could pilot that ship out of there with the women and children.. and the smuggler recognized 'Preef Callo' and knew he didn't have a chance in Hoth to beat him in a blasterfight. And yet.. Preef didn't shoot. The women and children were already on the floor above, waiting for the smuggler to open the door towards the ship. Preef could see them, their scared faces and shaking bodies and he slowly lowered his blaster.

"Go!" a voice behind him cried and barely a second later Preef was tackled to the ground from behind. Whoever did it was far less experienced in fighting than the rodian and a quick elbow and twist freed Preef from the human's grip before a blaster shot rang and the human lay died on the floor.

Preef looked back up the ramp, but all he could see now was a closing door. The smuggler and the innocent had escaped.


@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk ran it through the dust just as he watched the ship go, looking between it and Preef. He didn’t even bother to raise his repeater, knowing full well it would be a waste of his gaseous ammo. Shaking his head, he moved over to Preef and offered the rodian a long arm, to take his hand and get pulled to his feet. His lizard eyes gave the gunslinger a look of solidarity then, yet there was no look of disappointment in his gaze, neither for Preef’s ‘failed’ mission of killing everyone in the facility, nor for the fact that these more innocent bystanders had escaped.

“Come on, I think the leader wasssn’t willing to give up what he started here. I have his sscent, he’ss still here.” Tresshk mentioned then, nodding forward to the doorway across the small hangar room. He began to move on then with a light jog, expecting Preef to follow.

@Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef accepted the Trandoshan's arm and was thankfully lifted back up to his feet, "Let's make sure he doesn't escape as well." He couldn't pretend to be sad of angry about the women and children escaping, but he would remember the smuggler's face regardless. A competent smuggler always came in handy for an organization as the Zaa Fenn. As the smoke lifted the remaining five humans, including their target, were still holding their position in the middle of the warehouse between some crates that served as cover.

"Your women and children are safe-" the rodian called out to the men, "-so there's no need for you to hold fast and die." Preef was banking on the self-awareness of these politicians and corporate leaders knowing that there was just no way they could hope to win a long shoot-out. Not to mention that time wasn't on their side regardless of the outcome, for the planetary security forces weren't exactly on their side. "We only need the Speaker, Marko Djarro."

A discussion erupted behind the crates with hushed arguments going back and forth between the humans until one stood up and got out from cover, "I give in. I'll pledge my loyalty to Empire." Another human stood up as well, and then another. "Cowards!" the sneering voice from Marko Djarro called out after them as they stepped forward. Preef turned to Tresshk, "Finish off Marko and his last remaining ally, then bring me their heads." The three that had surrendered were clearly startled by the savagery of the command, but aside from buckling knees and quivering lips they stood still and made no move to prevent Marko's fate. "C-can we go now?" one of them, the third to surrender asked cautiously after they'd dropped their little holdout-blasters and their gaze shifted longingly for the open door.

Unfortunately, Preef hadn't exactly been honest with them. "Survival is-" he paused as he lifted his blaster up to aim at the chest of one of his prisoners, "-everything." Without a strong message of loyalty to the Sith Order, without a plentiful gift, Preef couldn't ensure peace between the Zaa Fenn and the Sith Order. It just so happened that the heads of the eight foremost traitors and initiators of the coup d'etait was a far better gift than just the one. Preef pulled the trigger three times, killing all three quickly with a single heavy blaster shot to the chest.




@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk gave the rodian a bit of a look from behind as he watched the older male gun down the three, turning his words to a blatant lie. Well, other than his belief in survival, and Tresshk wouldn’t fault that. It made the hunt of it less sweet, to pull prey out with simple promises of unkept offers, but it didn’t bother the male. Tresshk saw it as the work of a trapper, it wasn’t something he was beyond doing himself, even if it wasn’t his first choice, especially against such lowly cowards. It made it all too easy, but the real prize awaited them, and the kill would be no more soured by getting rid of more rabble in their way with a trick.

A grin returned to his scaly features as he moved up to one of the bodies, picking it up with ease. Djarro got up and began to fire at Tresshk, who held the body out to take the incoming fire, his own human shield. Spitting out some more curses, the remaining revolutionary aimed down and used Tresshk’s height against him, sending a light bolt at his feet until on nicked his shin, making him growl and stumble some. A hiss of annoyance and aggression left his throat then as he spun and hucked to body right at Djarro, knocking the man back and pinning him for the moment. That was all the time Tresshk needed at he lunged forward, getting over the man.

Marko Djarro’s face was full of ferocity, but it did little to hide his panic and fear. His arm wrenched to aim the blaster up at the approaching trandoshan, only for the large reptile to stomp his foot on Djarro’s arm, pinning it before pulling out his vibroblade and sticking it right through the man’s hand, pinning it to the ground as he cried out.

“You alien monster! Do you have any clue what you’re kriffing doing?! You’re dooming this planet!” The man spat out, tears welling in his eyes as he glared up at Tresshk. The trandoshan gave him not solemn quarter as he stared back uncaringly, a foot planted on the body on top of Marko that was slowly crushing him. Licking his lips then, Tresshk chuckled.

“I’d be more worried about yoursself, tsssk. Shoulda cooperated, sssurrendered, and I would’ve made this quick.” He sneered, his eyes squinting further as he stared down at his soon-to-be victim. One and pressed to his throat, and the other went under Djarro’s jaw. “Unfortunately for you, I need to talk to ssomeone. And that someone needss -this-. No hard feelings? After all, it’s like rodian sssaid...You sshould’ve been focused on sssurviving.” Tresshk grinned cruelly, and flexing his arm muscled to hold the body down and pull up on his head...

Preef wouldn’t have to watch, but the noise of it would still send unwelcome shocks through his spine. There was one last wailing scream from Marko Djarro before his voice was silenced forever with a horrible sound of dislocating parts. He would cause the Sith sympathizers no further troubles...

@Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef holstered his blaster, nodded at the Trandoshan and walked over to one of the vibro-swords. "Cut off the heads of the dead," he said it with a small sigh because he really wasn't looking forward to this butchery.. killing someone in cold blood was one thing, but decapitating them was a whole other kind of podrace.

It took the better part of an hour to cut off the heads, wrap them and deliver them to the mayor's doorstep. Preef suspected that while the warehouse massacre might get featured on local news, the missing heads would never officially be found. It was all the same to the rodian. The Sith-backed local government would understand they can count on the Zaa Fenn and more importantly; they now owed Marissa a big favor.

What was left for Preef was to simply arrange an introduction between Marissa and their newfound muscle. Tresshk the Trandoshan, also known as 'Blackout Tresshk'. He had proven himself to be competent and the Zaa Fenn sure could use some fear-inducing muscle in their ranks.

/end thread

@Rorren