The gang consisting of two Rodians, one Trandoshan a Faleen male and their weeqauy leader all fired frantically at where theyÃ¢Â€Â™re mark once stood. The gunfire stopped as the gang realized in the confusion theyÃ¢Â€Â™d let theyÃ¢Â€Â™re blasters overheat. The trandoshan hissed in outrage as he dropped the sizzling blaster rifle. The Faleen tried to mend his weapon with a coolant charge but his jittering nerves were making the task very hard. Most of the cantina patrons had fled from the gun fight as soon as the first shots were fired.
Ã¢Â€ÂœDid we hit himÃ¢Â€Â inquired one of the rodians.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWell donÃ¢Â€Â™t ask me barve! Go and check yourself.Ã¢Â€Â The wee quay leader scorned.
The Rodian peered from behind the shelter of his upturned table and pulled back waiting for the residual blaster smoke to clear. When the haze faded The Rodian only saw an empty corner where the should be dead challenger wouldÃ¢Â€Â™ve been. Only a wall scared by blaster fire and the remnants of a cantina booth remained.
Ã¢Â€ÂœThen where is hÃ¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â The RodianÃ¢Â€Â™s words were cut short by the sound of steel eviscerating flesh. A flurry of blades slicing through the air with calculated finesse rendered their curiosity with pure bafflement. Standing amongst the horrified gang was their target whirling what only appeared to be two sets of Vibro blades fastened to the blade slingerÃ¢Â€Â™s wrists. The graceful well trained movements suddenly climaxed into a spectacular wide arch off the surrounding area. When he finished the rotation of death he halted to witness his work. His foeÃ¢Â€Â™s remained statuesque for a moment then slowly the intricate incisions marked by blood began to appear all over their forms. The victims all exhaled in unison the motion causing their bodies to collapse into a pile of bloody chunks. In automatic response the smirking killer retracted the set of blades back into the sleeves of his robes. As he surveyed the signs of conflict around him he directed his attention to the holographic billboard the victims were once appraising. His eyes scanned the bounty credentials.
Ã¢Â€ÂœThis could be interesting, very interesting.Ã¢Â€Â His tongue carried the distinctive and elaborate hissing sound of a Chiss backed by a dark powerful resonance that was all too familiar to the likes of the sith. As the blood lust slowly faded from his mind he began to grasp the full potential of his rage and how it had utterly destroyed people around him that he mildly disliked. He tried to fathom the potential results of his rage targeted on someone he truly and utterly hated. The consequences of is actions suddenly flooded his head. Ã¢Â€Âœ I must leave lest I am discovered.Ã¢Â€Â As soon as he dashed for the rear exit a cold reptilian voice infiltrated his mind.
Ã¢Â€ÂœToo late Vrax Jadrith.Ã¢Â€Â Vrax panicked slightly whirling around to see who had dispensed the statement. His red eyes scanned the desolate cantina finding no other signs of life and then shuddered at the realization. It was the one who had been searching for him all this time and his sudden outburst of passionate violence mixed with the uncontrollable blast of force energy had created a fault line in the force stream. Vrax knew he had to suppress his bitter rage and concentrate on what was important, surviving. He slowly closed his eyes and took in the air around him at a steady pace allowing his tensed muscles to relax and his mind to drift into the shadow of calm. This would help him avoid the ever watchful minds eye of those who wished to track his movements. Vrax opened his eyes and remained focused on his present task.
Ã¢Â€ÂœHe can wait, the bride is of more importance.Ã¢Â€Â He thought to himself not knowing whether this was true but it helped urge him on with his current course of action.
Ã¢Â€ÂœKnow taking passengers to the Ryloth system, proceed to landing deck 6 gate 13Ã¢Â€Â boomed the loud speaker of the nearest transport docking bay.
Ã¢Â€ÂœJust my luck.Ã¢Â€Â Vrax looked to the pile of processed space scum strewn across the cantina floor.
Ã¢Â€ÂœNo need to clean up IÃ¢Â€Â™m sure the Coruscant sanitation officers will love to sift their way through this mess.Ã¢Â€Â Hissed Vrax as he left the scene of death behind him.