Nar Shaddaa, early 148 ABY, midnight
skyslums near the redacted nightclub
current theme
Pinned down... Not the best way to start a mission, Kyosuke Yamato thought to himself as he poked the corner of his hooded head out of the vacant vendor stall he'd taken cover in. Four of the Zhou family's decently skilled bouncers had chased him from the area near one of their little hideouts and were closing in on his position. He hoped the distraction at least gave his droid, Gremlin, enough time to scout the target location. Kyo wasn't sure how things had gotten this bad between the Zhou and Yamato families -- they'd been close allies for about as long as he could remember, but he wasn't in a position to dwell on that now. Unfortunately, the stall he had foolishly decided to dive into had some random appliances that gave off some dim orange light, which flickered intermittently and nearly put his stealth at a disadvantage. Thankfully the faint glow didn't reveal too much of him when it hit his armorweave cloak.
Kyosuke ducked his head back down as one of the men in a black shimmersilk suit looked his way, then barely heard the guy yell something to the others that were still catching up. "Dank farrik..." Kyo cursed under his breath and let out a frustrated sigh through the black armorweave facemask that covered the bottom half of his face. He couldn't risk exposing his identity by starting a dialog, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to hide the fact he's a Jedi if he used any obvious Force techniques in front of them. It was beginning to look like he was going to have to get into an old-fashioned scramble. He quickly drew his Smartpad Dataphone, swiped over to an application for private messaging, and quickly punched in:
P1N-N3D
He then hastily sent the message to his contact and stashed the device back into the front right zipper pocket of his black pants. The footsteps grew louder, then slowed and began to approach at a seemingly cautious rate. Kyo realized he was about to be detected, and unaware of whether or not the goons had called any backup yet. It didn't matter though, he knew how things often went down in the underalleys of the Smuggler's Moon. The raven-haired young man took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves as he lowered his head, pulled back his large black cloak, and secured it into a small clasp at the back of his handmade outfit that helped to hold it in such a way that it'd be more like a long scarf -- his facemask and the hood of his shirt remained on, of course. A tiny spark of electricity then harmlessly jumped across his fingertips as he discreetly activated both of his jet-black shock gloves and felt their soft electrokinetic hum through the Force.
"We know you're in there. Come out and talk to us. We don't want to hurt you." A sinister snicker escaped the closest man as he came within a few meters and started to shine a narrow light from his stun glowrod over the messy counter and into the back of the cramped vendor stall.
Barely still hidden by the counter he was crouching behind, Kyo took one more deep breath, whipped his stun-set DG-34 Peacemaker out of its holster with his right hand, and planted his left palm on the countertop as he kicked his feet out above the counter while his body went parallel to it in a slightly low profile maneuver. With his right arm swinging through the air he swept his blaster pistol toward the nearest target, and started blasting.