Nar Shaddaa

He had a mission that evening. One that promised to be exceesingly dangerous. But Durasay could not leave the Smuggler's Moon with unfinished business.

With his new blaster hidden beneath his coat, he looked at the door to the Club. He knew he could count on his team mates.

"I have a bad feeling about this..." The air didn't feel right. But it could also just be the atmosphere of the moon.

This ended today.

"Why? I'm the one that usually gets beat up. You should be fine." Alysele's voice had more confidence than Aylsele did. Still.... she felt different. She's going to try this again. A small part of her was afraid, but... no. Peace. There is only peace.

OOC: -2 strain to commit sense defense

"The Princess is right you know. She's the one he keeps stabbing." Jo'ren chuckled and walked in to join them, twinblade in hand.

"Ready to unleash hell?" He winked at the Jedi and looked around to assess the situation. Club Vertica of all places? Well it made for an interesting setting for a final showdown.

Hala stood behind them quietly. Her left hand smoothed her heavier duty uniform while a plasteel plate propped up against her waist.

There is a commotion from the inside and then a few explosions. Hutt Security run to the entrance as people flee in all directions.

OOC: Scrutiny modified by -0.5

"I guess that's our cue." Jo'ren began to move towards the disturbance to get a better view of what was going on.

If the opportunity comes up he will ask Hutt security if they want help.

"Hope he's saved the last dance for us." Durasay drew both blasters, moving with Jo'ren. His eyes focused on the crowd, before looking at the entrance.

Hala hefted the plasteel and opened the door for the trio to move in.

A hutt officer says, "Crazy nikto in there has a bomb... and lots of hostages says he will blow it unless we bring him the Jedi."

"What Jedi?"

Jo'ren looked over at Alysele. "Well... We've got A Jedi. What do you say Aly? I say it's time to finish this, but you have to choose."

"I won't force you, either. The Force has brought us here." Durasay looked to Alysele, standing firm, the edge of anger finally gone.

"I'm with you 100%."

"Better hear it from him directly," she said, stepping forward through the Hutt Security perimeter.

Durasay watched as the good Colonel walked in.

Kriff! Mentally cursing, he kept his two Blasters ready, and moved in behind her. His movements were disciplined, looking for cover.

Though stiff, the colonel moved in a hunkered way behind the shield so she could see though the blast hardened clear slit at the top and that barely her shins and feet were visible and left unprotected. She turned her head to Durasay and nodded behind her if he wanted to advance in her wake.

"Oh hey." She replied with her usual faux cavalierness, before turning more serious.

"There is still a path of redemption Azranak. You don't need to do this."

OOC: If it comes to combat, Aly has Sense committed already (-2 strain) and is going to try and tie up Azranak's attention so the civvies can be saved

Col. Hala Moraal wrote:"Better hear it from him directly," she said, stepping forward through the Hutt Security perimeter.

Hala gets a private call from Lana Beniko and she says, "Colonel if possible take the nikto alive, the Empire wishes to study this assassin."

Azanak paces back and forth with several scared tourists, customers, and employees behind him cowering. He is wearing hi normal armor but has several explosives strapped to his person. He frowns looking at Alyesele and says in Huttese, “Every time I see you, I loath myself for not ending your corrupted existence. Your kind poison the galaxy with your Force and the Red God cannot be reborn until you are purged from it.”

“Purification is the fate of the galaxy.”

Dapper Dog wrote:

Col. Hala Moraal wrote:"Better hear it from him directly," she said, stepping forward through the Hutt Security perimeter.

Hala gets a private call from Lana Beniko and she says, "Colonel if possible take the nikto alive, the Empire wishes to study this assassin."

Hala activated her scrambler then clicked her commlink twice silently to acknowledge receipt and put it away.

"Why wear your armor and a bomb vest?" she asked carefully, projecting her voice around the blast shield she held before her.

"I do not answer to servants of demons," he says smugly.

Durasay moved up to some cover. Listening to the Colonel, he then poked his head up over the cover. "Can't you see the problems your actions have caused The People!?" He called out in Huttese, keeping an eye on the Nikto.

"Is this how you want everyone else to view them?"

“My people will never be free until the Red God rises again!” Azanak replies in Huttese.

Durasay ducked back down. Thinking for a moment. Recalling the whole investigation. The details on the Red God.

"Do you think the Red God would want you to do this? A cowardly act, instead of his most favored ritual combat!"

"I don't know if he cares what the Red God would think. If he understood how these things work, power is never seized and people never freed through acts of suicide," Hala chimed coolly.

Jo'ren shook his head. "All that build up and he's just a lame-ass terrorist. No honour. No code. No showing how his way is best. Just a fucking bomb. What is the galaxy coming to?"

Alysele sighed.

"I'm coming out there. I ruined this for you, right? Let's finish this, you and me." She glanced to the others. "I'll distract him, you save the civilians."