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Nar Shadda, landing port, 34 A.B.Y.
The cerean Kir Allun trotted swiftly across the room, his feet tapping heavily on the floor. His briefcase made it through the alarm detector- he knew it would. Kir moved past the others quickly, shoving his way through the crowd of the spaceport. His room was upstairs, and so was his ticket away. Finally, away from them. He’d be in Coruscant by the end of the week. The job was so easy, a child could do it, and Allun was the best in the business.
The door slid open smoothly, a sign of the hotel’s class. Kir pulled out his communicator, the pinnacle of tech. Allun pressed one button…. BAM! He was invisible.
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“Sir!” the guard shouted to his captain. “We lost all cameras and surveillance.”
“What?” the captain hissed, turning around. “Can you trace it?”
“Yes, it’s upstairs,” the guard replied, tapping keys rapidly and seemingly randomly. “This is no malfunction. A malfunction that a device there caused would have just phased our communications network briefly. Somebody just hacked our system.”
“Get a guard up there and check on what’s going on,” the officer ordered.
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Allun assembled his rifle, not even bothering to attach a silencer; who cared? He’d be off the planet in the blink of an eye, away from them. The meeting would occur outside his window, in the courtyard. The target; a bald human, five feet tall, gray-hair, Corellian. Secondary targets; Neomoidian, wearing a nice headdress.
Kir sweeped the courtyard, identifying the Corellian. His index finger itched to pull the trigger, but he needed them both. The other approached, coming closer and closer. The group then retreated into the shade by a table in the outdoor complex. Kir’s curiosity overcame them; he needed to know what the smuggler was selling to the Neomoidian.
The Corellian opened the suitcase, a sparkle catching Allun’s eye. He knew immediately what it was; a lightsaber. Rare, but not impossible to find.. Kir had one of his own, taken from a rogue Jedi he’d killed. But this, this weapon was magnificent. It had an ivory bladed hilt, with a leather grip for easy use. What would a Neomoidian want with it? A Neomoidian like this in combat was a joke, so prestige was Allun’s obvious guess.
The Neomoidian donned the blade a few moments, then shoved it back in the container, reaching inside his own suitcase; probably attempting to pull out money to pay the Corellian. Instead, Kir saw a blaster coming out of the case. The Neomoidian was going to kill the smuggler, then take the blade. The thieving coward! But the job took care of itself.
The Neomoidian stood up, blasting the man in the chest with a silenced weapon. Nobody noticed. The man didn’t even look surprised; not even displeased; for some reason Kir thought he knew what was going to happen. Allun would have pondered this, but the Neomoidian looked ready to leave.
Kir did something then no good assassin, definitely not him, would normally do. He shot a non-silenced bullet at the target’s head while he was standing up. The bullet grazed his left thigh, the Neomoidian’s hand reaching for it instantly.
“Damn,” Kir swore, releasing another two shots into the target’s heart.
Chaos broke out in the crowd as the sound of bullets pierced the already loud noise of the inner city. Kir needed to run now, or the authorities could catch him. He disassembled the rifle with record speed, shoving it in the briefcase. His ship was parked outside, along with his speeder- he could abandon the speeder, flying a ship around as transport was perfectly acceptable in Coruscant.
Kir pulled out a Bryar pistol, opening his door. A punch in the gut made him drop his pistol, but not lose his calm. A human guard attacked him, lunging at him with a baton. Kir expertly blocked the blow, punching his shoulder blade. He bent down enough for Kir to dead leg him, but then baton-ed Kir in the chest. Allun fell backwords, his leg accidentally sweeping up to kick the guard’s neck, snapping it quickly.
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“Cameras are online, sir! By the force, it looks like he’s just taken out our guard.”
“Send more, and arm them.”
“Yes, sir.”
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Kir sprinted through the hallways, not even trying to hide his Bryar pistol. Panicked civilians ran in all directions and took cover as the “armed madman” ran through the building. Guards came from all directions, only to be shot expertly in the chest with pin-point precision; Kir wasn’t risking anything- he wanted off this planet.
Allun ran down a cement corridor, shooting another guard; he was in the parking garage. His ship was clearly visible. He was almost there….
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“What in the nine Corellian hells is that?” asked the officer, pointing to a white blob emanating from Kir’s ship.
“It appears that… a bomb just went off.”
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Allun twisted to his side, sliding on the ground toward the fiery death in front of him. His ship was gone. He’d done the last job he had to do before his debt was paid, and now his salvation was dead. He knew exactly who’d done it. He’d get revenge on them, that was his immediate resolution. He had to. He just had to. They’d taken it all from him. Maybe this wouldn’t give it all back to him, but he could take and take and take until they were the same.
Kir hotwired his speeder using his computer and began to drive off. Guards poured out of the entrances, shooting blaster bullets at him. The plasma gates were charging, ready to block off his exit. He drove toward them angrily, madness engulfing and destroying all reason.
He was so close to the gates when a bullet hit his car, slowing him down for about three seconds. He sped up again, and was halfway through the gates when the plasma gates went off, releasing purple pulsing energy into him. Half of his body was completely normal, outside in the street, while the other half’s particles were being charged with energy. A cool breeze mixed with a painful burning in him while he was “zapped.” There was one way to end it, as Kir had studied. It was madness, but that was all he had now; madness. He pulled out his Bryar pistol, shot himself and the gate twice, and sped off as the gate malfunctioned from the unexpected energy release.
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