Sneevy Business

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

This was the kind of bounty hunting that he absolutely hated but he knew he needed the money to complete his actual mission, reach his actual goal. It was the kind of bounty hunting that needed to happen, even if he absolutely hated the fact that it needed to happen at all.

Worse still, his partner for this bounty hunt was someone Castor had never worked with and, what's more, someone he wasn't exactly happy to spend any amount of time with. The man he was working with today was Leandros Solus, a Mandalorian of some renown who was allied with the Galactic Alliance.

As a former Sith, Castor was probably on the man's kark-list already and the feeling was mutual. Castor had been born and raised to dislike Mandalorians and when they had revolted against the Empire he had hated them like everyone else.

Asking that hate to stop existing just because he was no longer a Sith was a hard ask but he was working on it. He was a Jedi and he would have to make sure that he didn't hate the Mandalorian. But the Jedi teachings never said anything about having to like working with the man.

Which was good because Castor doubted he and Leandros were ever going to be friends.

"Target is holding a rally in a nearby factory." he told Leandros as they marched down the streets towards their target location, "Contract is for a kill."

He wanted to just stun the man but... the contract only paid if the man was killed.

He doubted the Mandalorian was having any moral issues with this mission. One person he had no issues with being here however was Ner Giza - apparently a rebel of some seniority... he was honestly hoping to conduct himself in a manner that she approved of. The woman had medals for the Force's sake.

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[Ner Giza]

The Twi’lek followed along in the wake of the two men and had to consider her sanity was not the greatest in the world. Caught between a Sith and a Mando? Well she had survived worse, the bar fight on Kashyyyk coming to mind. How hard would it be to play mediator between these two frenemies anyway? It couldn’t be worse than a family reunion between the Giza and Nercathi, right?

Hopefully the men would be professionals and not let animosity get in the way of their objective. She was definitely going to have to ask for some extra combat pay if things went sour. The thought was easily dismissed for she was not really the sort to go stressing over disasters before they arrived. It’ll be fine, she told herself, it will be fine.

Now she had worked with Castor before on that day they took out the Imperial Corvette and knew him to be an accomplished fighter pilot. But this Leandros Solus was another matter. Too bad he hadn’t been in that bar fight with those delightful Mandos or she might have had some notion of what his personality might be. If she recalled correctly, she had been rather drunk that night. She peered at the man making sure she really hadn’t ever seen him before and for the most part was satisfied with her recollection.

Ner’Giza didn’t have any compunctions against killing. Life was rough and sentimentality could get you killed. So much better if it was the other guy who went down. Still, she had never participated in an actual bounty before and was not sure quite how the pay off was handled. ”What sort of proof of death is our employer requesting, Castor?” Ever mindful of payday, she felt it was best to avoid destroying their proof if say they wanted the man’s head or something gruesome like that.

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[Leandros Solus]

Leandros was ambivalent about bounty hunting – it paid the bills and passed the time, usually. That, and it gave him further opportunities to test himself in the crucible of ground combat. His life was that of eternal war, and he would have it no other way; win or lose, so long as he died in battle he would join his fellows in the Manda and bolster the future generations of Mandalore in spirit. Still, he enjoyed being alive, if only because he got to keep putting some other poor idiot down before him.

He took up a contract that demanded a kill in order to be paid – not like he particularly cared how they wanted the target. He would give them the corpse of their desired prey and be done with it. The only irritating aspect of the whole situation was who he was fighting alongside – a boy, probably some whelp who was still yet unblooded in his youth, and some Twi’lek who had served with distinction in the Galactic Alliance with which the Clans had forged a tense relationship with in opposition to the Sith. Still, he had no measure of how these two would fare in combat, and was hoping that he would not have to pick up their slack. Neither of them looked particularly intimidating, though the boy had one particular aspect of him that caught Leandros’ eye:

He was a witch.

He loathed Force sensitives. For centuries they had fought against and were oppressed by Force users. This kind of hatred was instilled in his very being, something that he did not work to remedy. How many Sith had he killed so far? They were his enemy, and even though news of the Jedi’s return had spread like wildfire across the stars, Leandros was skeptical. Centuries of extinction, and suddenly the “good guys” have returned? He did not buy it one bit, though Raz’s instructions were clear: play nice for now. He glowered at the man from beneath his helmet, his face a rictus of hate. Why did he have to play nice? He would keep an eye on the man to ensure that the moment it seemed like his allegiance was untrue, he would be put down.

The trio marched down the streets towards their bounty, quite obvious to onlookers as Leandros wore his armor and carried with him his usual armaments. Castor, or ‘Witch’ as Leandros would call him, spoke up for the first time, alerting them to the target’s location and activity. Leandros simply kept his head forward, uncomfortable being next to someone he was raised to hate.

”Good,” he said at the conclusion of Castor’s sentence, ”Don’t get in the way, Witch.” His tone was firm and betrayed his attitude towards the man. They would work together, but he did not like it. The gods did not like it. The Twi’lek spoke up next, asking in regards to the method of proving the kill. Though the question was posited to Castor, Leandros spoke up in response, ”We’ll bring the body. There will be no doubt about their death.”

He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders, eager to get going.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Castor would have had to have been blind and ignorant in the ways of the Force to be unaware of the fact that the Mandalorian hated him. Or, more specifically, the man seemed to hate around him. It would make sense - the man didn't know jack about Castor to hate him personally but he knew enough to know that he was a Force Sensitive and that would be what he hated about him. If the man hated him more because he was a former Sith, if he even knew that, he didn't know and he didn't much care if he was honest with himself.

The man's hate-boner was distracting but it was something that Castor would do his best to ignore at this stage - they had a job to do and there was no use in delaying.

"They wanted the body." he confirmed what the Mandalorian said, "They specified that they wanted no disintegrations... I think that comment wasn't meant for me or you, Ner."

He wasn't going to step lightly around the Mandalorian, he was going to tell the truth and nothing but and if the man took offence? Well he could take his fence back home with him to Mandalore for all he cared. It was go time.

"Three on security - let's try and get in nice and easy."

He waved as they approached, touching their minds with the Force as he did so. One of them resisted it slightly but not enough to deny them entry... he did want Castor to hand over his blaster pistol however and asked Leandros and Ner to do the same with their main weapons. He would insist with Ner but the man would likely not offer any resistance to Leandros should the Mandalorian wish to push it. Castor, trying to keep the peace, handed over his blaster pistol nice and easy before stepping inside the factory.

There was a stage at the far end of the factory and a few hundred men and women cramped in with them between the stage and the entrance. Thankfully the revolutionary hadn't actually arrived yet.

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[Ner Giza]

Ner’Giza sighed, oh yes this was going to be loads of fun. She didn’t know what all this talk about witches was for but she supposed it was because Castor was a Sith. Well he had been one only he put all that behind him now? She wasn’t sure how any of that worked, all she knew was that she had fought with him against the Republica and the higher ups in the Alliance vouched for him. That was good enough for her. Things were different now than anything they had ever known, the existence of Jedi being this week’s world shattering news. Nera really didn’t want to think about it too much. There would never be any peace for her in examining her feelings on that area. Better just to ignore it.

She un-clipped her R5 pistol tucking it into the back of her pants and up underneath her chest plate where it covered the small of her back. Her short cloak was slung over one shoulder exposing the DH-7 pistol on her right hip thinking that no one would believe she was completely unarmed. It would have surprised her to know that Castor knew of her medals and was concerned about what she might report on his conduct here today.

To her it was no big deal, everyone in her squad was getting medals left and right. Having one or two didn’t suddenly make her a force to be reckoned with by no means. She wasn’t here for god and country, she just didn’t want time to think. This was just as good as anything and better than lying up drunk off her butt somewhere. She still wasn’t sure what that Twi’lek at the Lusty Lekku had put in her drink or if it was even her, but Nera’s bar crawling days were over for a while.

She focused on the man, Leandros, as he spoke and nodded her head. Castor chiming in a moment later to confirm that not only was the body required that its condition had to be. Attempting to take a bit of the tension off of his commentary she said, ”Did you just profile me Castor? How do you know torching bodies might not be my thing?” She flashed him a toothy grin, the dimples in her cheeks appeared at the corners of her mouth as if by magic.

When they made it to the factory she noted the three guards and didn’t really think too much about their effectiveness. Seemed like they were just collecting weapons and letting anyone inside. It was a bit odd, however, that they didn’t make Castor leave his weapon but insisted on taking hers. Maybe the man was a witch after all.

At any rate, she managed to get through the security check with her hidden piece thankfully. She waited for Leandros to join them taking the moment to check out the interior. She noted the stage and the milling mass of people packed in the open floor of the factory. The last place she wanted to be was in the midst of that crowd shooting at the stage. Ideally back stage would be much less visible. Sure they could blend into the crowd maybe, but it was rather hard to hide in plain sight with a dead body of the guest speaker slung across your shoulder.

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[Leandros Solus]

”Hah,” Leandros retorted at Castor’s little quip about disintegration, ”Don’t worry about me. I’m more concerned about whether you can fight. Your face is fresh.” He knew the Jedi could not see his expression from beneath his helmet, but he did not care. His expression did not change much, though the slight chuckle did elicit some degree of happiness from him. It was funny, Leandros thought, when people assumed the Mandalorians were mindless beasts just waiting to be uncaged in battle. That was partly true, of course, but the reason difference between them and beasts was that they could reason and were logical killers. This was not his first hunt, after all.

Leandros approached the checkpoint with the three guards. Castor waved at them for some strange reason, as if he knew them personally. Leandros thought nothing of it and trailed behind the two Alliance members as their weapons were confiscated. Castor relinquished his firearm and the Twi’lek did the same, though not before he noticed her slip another blaster behind her back, concealing it.

When the time came for his own weapon to be confiscated, Leandros glowered at the guard, then shook his head. ”These are religious items,” he said, ”Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything stupid. It’s a rally.” The guards exchanged a worried look, but did not push the subject further. Castor’s magic, unbeknownst to Leandros, worked. They let him in anyways against their better judgment.

Stepping into the factory, Leandros tried to take note of how many uniformed or otherwise obvious guards there were around. By his count, there were only three, not including the three at the door. Of course, that did not mean that there were not more in the crowd or elsewhere and hidden, but he felt rather good about their odds today.

As they walked in, the crowd did not seem to care that he was armed and armored. Instead, the throngs of people were more interested in trying to make their way to the front of the crowd to see the revolutionary up close. Of course, the target had not yet arrived, but with the bustle of the people around him, Leandros figured it was any moment now. They needed to devise a plan and get into position. Just standing in the crowd and firing at their target, while effective, likely would not go over as well as they would think. He began to push through the crowd and head towards where he imagined back stage was. At least there they would have an easier chance of isolating the target and escaping with his body.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Well they were in but already Castor could tell that this mission was going to be rather awkward. Castor had given up his blaster pistol at the door, which meant that the only weapons he had on him at the moment were his lightsabers. That wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that he was currently now a Jedi - which meant that people were going to start watching the moves he made and judging the rest of the Jedi on how he conducted himself.

Regardless of how much he needed the credits, a Jedi attacking and killing a popular politician of the people was something that just would not sit well with the population he was sure.

At the same time, he wasn't about to let the Mandalorian do all the heavy lifting on this hunt right here. There were three guards that he could see and sense and that was a good number - any more than three would have been awkward to handle he was reasonably certain. Touching his com link, he spoke to the others even through the din of the crowd.

"Moving up on the left side." he reported to them simply, noting the single guard there, "One on guard."

Moving up to the guard, Castor made a gestured with his hand to catch the man's attention before pushing his presence onto the man's mind in the Force. It took a second for him to force the idea of sleep onto the guard and Castor stepped forward as the man swayed, catching him and setting him down, asleep, tucked away out of sight in an alcove.

"Left side open."

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[Ner Giza]

Ner’Giza took off through the crowd behind Leandros letting the man clear a path before her. The people parted before him like so many waves before the hull of a ship leaving plenty of room for her to pass within the space of his wake. Having heard his remark about sacred weapons at the checkpoint she had been rather surprised the guards accepted this and let the man pass fully armed. The woman hadn’t realized that was a thing with the Mandelorians but apparently it was a point familiar enough to the guards to have not only accepted it but made an exception to accommodate. Now that his people were allies of the Alliance she supposed there would be many things to learn about his culture.

For the most part the talk among those gathered seemed to be prime for revolt against the local government which only served to make what they were doing potentially more dangerous than just dealing with the man’s security detail. With visions of zealots rising up to avenge the founder of their movement filling her head, she cast about the room locating two uniformed guard to the right of the stage and one to the left. Perhaps there would be a way to neutralize the crowd the most obvious way coming to her mind was to disable the power source for the factory and plunge them all into darkness.

She heard Castor announce that the left side of the stage was now open alleviating for the moment the issue with how they would gain access to the back. What she needed was to find the generators, maybe take them out. Looking up to the scaffolding within the roof of the factory she noticed thick conduit running through some sort of junction box before veering off toward the left and grinned as she saw it disappear through the wall above a door marked with warning signs concerning high voltage.

Cueing her comm link as she moved toward the generator room she suggested, ”How about I cut the power to this place while you guys take out the target?” If this didn’t sound like a good plan her path would still bring her closer to the backstage area than not. She had pretended to be an electrician one time so that sounded like qualification enough to fark things up. The memory made her grin but not more than the sight of the generator room’s door being left unguarded.

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[Leandros Solus]

Dice​

Leandros pressed past the throngs of people, his armored visage keeping most of the people away from him. Few people would think to block or otherwise irritate a Mandalorian, especially given recent months. He gave a few glares here and there to force people back, though none of them saw his face. Instead, the T-visor simply turned them away where they might have done something entirely foolish. That, and he still had all of his weapons. Unlike those he was with, he did not relinquish his gear – such was the reputation of the Mandalorians. The guards must have been particularly lax to let him in like this; he was entirely unaware of Castor’s mental attack on them.

Castor spoke over their internal comm link that the left side was open, so Leandros made his way there. The Twi’lek trailed behind him, using his intimidating stature as a means of clearing the path for her. He reached the open side of the back stage access, strolling up the steps with a purpose that seemed to indicate that he belonged there. Nobody really cared that he was walking up, the majority of them focused on the talks amongst themselves about sedition and revolution.

Once out of sight of the main crowd, Leandros looked around the back stage. There was not much, maybe some equipment crates here and there, as well as doors leading to several rooms. This was a factory, after all, so he did not expect much else. The Twi’lek – for he never really cared to learn her actual name – suggested she cut the power to the plant while they strike the target. Leandros keyed his comm link, responding with a gruff ”Do not fail us.”

In the meanwhile, he marched past Castor, his mind filled with the singular purpose of hunting this man down. There were no guards back here, and it seemed like their target was practically broadcasting his location. Even from several meters away, he could be heard rehearsing his speech from inside a small room – with no guards posted outside. He was complacent and content in his belief that there could be no harm brought to him.

Leandros kept a hand on the hilt of his beskad as he approached the room, knowing that the moment of killing was approaching. He needed only wait for the power to go out and confusion to erupt among the crowd before he swept inside and ended their target’s miserable life. The darkness of no power would assist in their escape.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

The target was just sitting in his dressing room rehearshing his speech and Castor had a feeling that all of this was just too easy... right up until he reminded himself that it wasn't supposed to be all that hard. The man was a revolutionary, true, but he wasn't the kind who rose up with blaster in hand. No, this was a man of the people who would see no harm actually come to the people he represented so would stomach no violence against them.

He supposed it made the man principled - even if Castor disagreed with the principles that the man actually held himself to. Sometimes you could respect someone even when you disagreed with everything that stood for.

A glance at Leandros as the Mandalorian passed.

Sometimes.

Taking a deep breath, Castor moved ahead of Leandros as he gathered the Force to him. Their target was right ahead and there was no reason to wait. Darkness would cover their escape but right now the deed would be done in the light. Castor hated that he was doing this but he was going to do it regardless. He gestured for Leandros to follow his lead before opening the door to the dressing room suddenly.

Catching the man entirely by surprise, Castor cast his hand out and used the Force to seize control of the man's mind. He forced his own will upon the man, forcing him not to scream and not to move. The man would be a stationary, silent, target for Leandros to make the kill.

With luck they would be out of here before anyone even realized the man was dead.

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[Ner Giza]

“Do not fail us”

Well that seemed like simple enough advice. She grinned realizing the man was starting to grow on her some. No doubt the feeling was one sided, but that was neither here nor there. Unguarded as the generator room was, she walked to the door, pulled it open and slipped inside pretty as you please. Most everyone was focused upon the stage or complaining of the tyranny they had to endure and didn’t pay heed to the Twi’lek anyway.

Once inside, however, there was little chance she could not be caught because running right smack dab into the chest of someone usually got their attention! The largest hand she had ever seen on a human latched onto her upper arm and began dragging her toward the back of the room. Her eyes went wild even as she let her right hand hang down at her side slightly to her rear. Instinctively she was reaching for her hidden blaster. With eyes round from surprise she quickly took in the bearded man’s features and he didn’t seem to be angry but rather quite, afraid?

”What the fark took you so long? She’s in the back. You gotta save her. I am so dead if Darbo finds out!” he said in frantic tones.

Whatever was going on here she fell right into her old habits of playing along and lying straight faced through her teeth. Usually, however, she had some notion to go along with for the charade she’d have to play. Nera didn’t have a clue who this guy thought she was supposed to be nor how this mystery person was supposed to save him from Darbo, whoever he might be… Her mouth hung open slightly wondering if Darbo was tonight’s main event; Castor had never said what the man’s name was and she hadn’t cared enough to ask.

Standing there looking down at the woman she began to get the picture even though this was the last thing she had ever expected to see. Nera jerked her arm away from the man and said, ”Chill out would you? This isn’t my first overdose I’ve dealt with. Get over there and hold her head on your lap. Holy shit man, you want her to choke on her own puke?”, she said assuming the role of back alley medic.

The man seemed to come to himself, released her arm, and went to do as he was told. It was like that sometimes in a tense situation, maybe people could be shaken out of a panic by being given busy work to do by someone with an authoritative voice.

Her gambot paid off big time but it brought her no joy. It was one of the saddest moments she could recall, for his woman? Well she was already dead having aspirated on her vomit. He was dead too, only he didn’t yet know it. ”You did right sending for help. Just hold tight now while I work.” Reaching beneath her chest plate to the small of her back as she spoke, she curled her fingers round the handle, eased it out down past the cover of her thigh, then brought it forward to shoot him right between the eyes.

Lifting her aim about head high she fired another bolt into the control panel on the wall and the lights went out.

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[Leandros Solus]

Dice​

Leandros stood, hand on his beskad, as Castor then took the lead. Throwing open the door to the room, the two entered one after the other. The Jedi stretched out his arm and worked his witchcraft, keeping their target frozen in place and unable to cry out in alarm. Instead, his face was frozen in fear, eyes wide and terrified. He could see everything unfolding in front of him, but he was entirely powerless to act. If he could soil himself, surely, he would be doing so right now.

Leandros marched forward past Castor as the man kept his prey stuck. When he was close enough, he drew his beskad and, in one fluid motion, slashed diagonally across the man’s throat. Blood and gore splattered the mirror he was standing in front of, painting a gruesome scene of the man’s demise. Just to be certain he would not somehow survive, Leandros drove his beskad into the man’s heart, planting it deep inside as his final breaths left his body. At that exact moment, the power went out and the lights vanished, leaving them in relative darkness. He pulled the weapon out with a wet squelch and flicked the blood off it.

Leandros ducked his shoulder and lifted the dead man up on it like a sack of potatoes before he could crumple under his own weight, his other hand gripping the beskad. He turned to look at Castor in the darkness, certain that the relative ease of the scenario had to have been the doing of the gods. He did not like that they were watching him consort with this… Jedi. What made this worse was that they were blessing them with good fortune, which meant that the trickster Hod Ha’ran was involved in some way. That did not bode well.

”Let’s get out of here,” he said as he adjusted the man’s corpse. Blood leaked down the back of his armor and onto the floor, but with the cover of darkness, nobody should be able to see it.

In fact, it did not seem like anybody was even around the backstage. As Leandros walked out, there was not a soul in sight. Nobody was blocking their path, and the surprise of no power seemed to keep everyone outside distracted and noisy. They thought it was part of the speech, and so the murmurs of excitement began to grow. The kill-team could use this to their advantage and just walk right out.

Which is exactly what Leandros was doing.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Castor did his best to ignore the fact that he could feel the target's fear and helplessness as Leandros advanced and did his best to ignore the fact that he could feel when the man's life ended in the Force as well. During his time as a Sith he would have drawn strength from both but as a Jedi he shunned that.

Instead he just focused on getting them the hell out of there.

Leandros had the target's body for the ID and Ner was around here somewhere in the darkness as well. Touching his com link, he spoke to Ner in a whisper.

"Exit point on the left nearby where we entered the backstage area."

With her informed, Castor stepped right up against the wall, pressing the emitter of his lightsaber against the thin metal of the factory wall before igniting it. There was very little light from the tool as he cut through the thin metal of the wall, cutting an exit the size of the tallest of them before extinguishing the lightsaber quickly.

There was a flash of light that someone might have noticed but by then it would be too late.

They were already out into the back alleyways of Sneeve. Taking a deep breath, Castor rubbed at his eyes as the trio quickly made their way away from the scene of the crime. He turned to the other two for a moment before shaking his head.

"To the secondary spaceport." he directed them, taking the lead, "My shuttle is there."

It had an advanced IFF Spoofer so even if someone saw them take the body into it, they would have no way of tracking which ship actually had the body in it. Time to be off this planet and end this bounty hunt.

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[Ner Giza]

The woman hadn’t wasted time standing around feeling remorse in a dark room with a couple of corpses, that much was for certain. The young woman who had died was gone before she got there, and the man? Well he was probably responsible for her Oding in the first place. Those thoughts took long enough to carry her back to the door and she was reaching for the handle when Castor’s voice came over the comm. ”Will do.”, she replied amazed by how quickly everything had wound up.

Upon leaving the room she let her left hand trail along the wall until she found the backstage door. She’d only banged her shin twice and bumped her head once before arriving backstage. The glow of Castor’s light saber was so minimal as to be imagined were it not for the soft glow in the pitched darkness reflecting off the forms of the men. In truth that is what drew her attention and she was unsure what that was all about until she saw a slab of the metal wall fall out. Hopefully the payoff would be enough to make her forget about the loss of her blaster. No way was she going to try and recover it from the security guard, she needed a better one anyhow.

Watchful for anyone in the area that might try to get in their way, she kept her blaster clutched in her hand trailing down along the side of her leg. She didn’t imagine it would take those back at the factory long to discover their big man here was missing so it was fortunate the shuttle was waiting so near. Once they were loaded up and herself strapped in, she sighed letting her mind drift upon matters that were a bit more light in nature. It was her way to avoid having to examine her emotions too closely. Tapping at her comm, she waited for the man on the other end to pick up. ”So, what’cha wearing?”

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[Leandros Solus]

Leandros carried the corpse of the revolutionary like one might carry a heavy sack of meat. He knew that there was a trail of blood behind them, but it would be some time before someone could see and investigate it. By the time the power was turned back on and people realized their speaker was not coming out to stoke the flames of rebellion, the trio of bounty hunters would be long, long gone and claiming their reward. It was, as far as hunts go, a surprisingly easy job. There was almost no resistance, luckily enough, and the man was entirely unprotected and unarmed. It was almost embarrassing, really. Like punching a puppy or kicking a baby.

Castor led the way and cut open their escape route, driving his blade deep in the wall so that its light would not betray their position. At least the boy had some degree of intelligence, even if he was painfully arrogant and, above all else, a Jedi witch. They ducked through the hole in the wall and made their way to the secondary spaceport, where Castor’s shuttle was sitting, ready for their escape. There was no resistance on the way, and most people seemed to stay well out of their way. A Mandalorian carrying a corpse tended to have that effect on people.

The walk was short, and in no time at all, they were all loaded up and strapped in, including the man’s mutilated body. Blood still seeped out lazily like the drool from an old hound, coagulating in a small puddle at the base of his body. In short order the trio were up and away and that much closer to redeeming their reward and getting away from each other’s company.

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