Brant heard the blaster ring out, and saw the thug fall to the cold, tile floor before Dagon jumped over the railing and disappeared into the crowd.

Before the suprised Rodian had a chance to react, Brant stabbed his poison-filled knife into the man's chest, and flipped the switch, injecting the entire vile of poison into the man's blood stream. Within seconds he fell.

With somehow enhanced speed, Brant ejected the poison clip onto the floor, and loaded a new one, which was filled with paralyzing liquid, in and threw it at Thuriel, and it injected itself into him, and the handsome Twi'lek slumped in his chair.

By this time the rest of the Rodian's thugs had arrived. they were a mix-match of aliens and droids; males and females and its. And all of them armed with guns and knives and plenty of other deadly weapons.

Brant cooly stood up from the bar, and slowly lifted his short sword from its sheath and into the air. The cool metal hilt seemed to tell of ages of use as a different weapon, not a standard sword. It had an elaborate cross-bar which aslo acted as an axe of sorts. The heavy durasteel blade gleamed in the multi-colored light, and the jagged dimond teeth on one side of the blade cast buetiful lights around the room. With the touch of a switch, the vibro-short sword began to hum and shake, and Brant rushed into the fight.

A head rolled across the floor to who knows where before the last warm body hit the ground. Brant stood there in the middle, breathing hard, his clothes drenched with blood, and his sword dripped a steady stream of multi-colored blood and juices, chunks of flesh, and circuit pieces.

A sound brought him back to his senses. The police were running towards this casino!

"Let's go!" Brant cried, turning to grab Thuriel, but only saw a giant fist.

His vision was dizzy and his head reeled as the large man, and a familiar-looking old man, who carried a large amount of credit chip boxes and a bottle of wine, lifted him and Thuriel and carried them out of the casino...

Dagon found himself too late to join in the "blood-bath" that Brant initiated, but as he emerged from the panicked mass of gamblers he found Brant being carried out by a large man with an elderly man trailing behind him. They also had Thuriel lifted up.

Dagon raised his blaster to open fire on one of them but was hit hard in the side by a police stun baton sending him flying into a mass of people and disappearing. The group of four police officers split up to try and re-organize the Casino Level and find Dagon. The young bounty hunter was too quick for his pursuers and ducked out into a rarely used exit where he tried to regain his composure. Continuing down and out of the Casino he caught a glimpse of Brant, Thuriel and their two captors. He swiftly replaced his blaster pistol in its holster and pursued them silently, keeping to the shadows.

By the time Brant regained his ability to think clearly, they had arrived at Downport, and we waiting next to a large and ancient YT-1300 Light Frieghter. The wounded thug was watching him silently on a cargo crate with a giant repeating blaster in his arms. Next to him was Brant's weaponry belt and his short sword with its 2 foot long blade.

Brant moved silently, his clothes making crackling noises as the dried blood snapped and cracked, to look at Thuriel. He was still out cold.

"Hey, Boss!" the thug cried, lifting his reapeating rifle, "He's awake. What should I do?"

"Let me speak to him," an elderly voice sneered, and an old human male drinking a glass of fine wine walked up.

Then Brant realized where he reocgonized him...

"You!" Brant sneered, struggling to his feet.

"Yes. I talk to all the new pilots who come in here. I have quite a bounty on my head by a few people in the Galaxy, and don't plan on getting caught," the man who had met Brant earlier that day nodded, "And Dagon has become a problem for me lately. That blasted hunters taken too many friends of mine to the local Espos.

"So, my buddy Thuriel here offered me a deal, and i took. Too bad only this thug is any good. Dagon still lives somewhere. He'll be here soon. And we won't. Load him up!"

As the wounded thug grabbed him to put restraints on Brant made his move. After the old man had entered the transport Brant through a hard kick into the wounded man's blast-hole, ripping the healing flesh apart, and sending extreme pain through the man.

With another kick he dropped him, and as he slammed the thug's rifle into the man's head, he stopped moving.

It wasn't until now that Brant heard the safety click off a gun and turned with his new weapon at the ready to see the old man aiming a SMG Slugthrower at him.

"You're good kid. I'll give you that," The old man sneered, "Now, you've got a choice: you can become my partner and we can become rich, or you can try to resist and I kill you. Pick one."

In answer Brant clicked the safety off on his rifle.

Come on Dagon. Please get here soon...

"Hmph. Fool. You can't beat me!" the old man hissed, centering Brant in his sights.

"We shall see," Brant snapped through clenched teeth as he got a bead on the old man's head. Brant smiled.

They both stood there for a few seconds, each one having a fatal shot on the other. Then they fired!

They both jumped to the side as they fired, and the man's laser slid through Brant's sword arm, while three durasteel slugs pierced the old man's leg, dropping him to the shiny floor.

"Don't move," a groggy voice sighed from behind Brant, and the Iktotchi-Human's horn's quivered as the barrel of an E-11 Blaster Rifle touched his head and a safety clicked off.

The old man struggled to his feet, using his transport to lean on, and then taking a bead on Brant. "its about time for you to come to, Thuriel!" he spat, tryign to steady himself.

A moan escaped the injured thug, and Brant knew that soon he would be facing three ugly and angry people with guns. Not a good combination.

Come on Dagon. I need your help. I can't take all three with this wound...

(Sorry, exams and such at school)

Dagon had followed them along in the shadows before he realized where their end destination was. When he had that he decided to take a "higher" road to possibly get the jump on Brant's captors. It was not a short-cut by any means, but it would give him a higher vantage point over the hostiles. Dagon mounted ramp after ramp ascending a few levels before breaking into a sprint towards the Downport.

As he continued to run he heard blaster shots fired. I hope that's not Brant... or at least, I hope he's not receiving those shots. Dagon ran with a new sense of urgency, now descending a series of ramps so he was now only one level above the thugs. Dagon recognized Thuriel and one of the thugs as Brant's captor, but the elderly man - he had seen him but wasnt entirely sure who he was. Nevertheless, their blasters were all pointed at Brant and he had only seconds to act.

Taking a few steps back, Dagon broke into a run again and leapt over the railing to come down upon Thuriel sending the Twi'Lek sprawling to the floor with a kick to head as he came down for a landing. The landing was very hard on Dagon sending him rolling a few feet, his body ached horribly but he was able to draw both of his blaster pistols as he completed his roll to reach his knees.

"Now," Dagon huffed, catching his breath. "I want to know what the hell is going on here," he looked to the elderly man. "And who in the name of the sith are you?"

(No, no, those italics were Brant's thinking. So i was bored and wrote a little bit more. I know what you mean though. I have finals next week..... :( )


Brant stared in shock as Dagon quickly dispatched the Twi'lek and poitned his blasters as the old man who had befriended Brant earlier that day. The thug in the back struggled to his feet, but Brant squeezed off a 3-shot burst, dropping the man, and the amount of blood escaping to the floor gave proof that this time the man would not get up...

"Yeah, who are you?" Brant demanded, aiming his own gun at the man. "I'm takign a wild guess you aren't some nice guy, being thst you have quite a large bounty on your head."

Dagon raised his eyebrows at the mention of a 'large bounty'.

"Fine. I'm Cavire Mont' Scile, Ex-Prime Minister of the Mont' race. I've taken up residence here for my pirating activities," the Cavire smiled, "And the local Espo Forces have a 15,000 Credit Bounty on my head."

"Why would you tell us this? You know we're bounty hunters," Brant questioned slowly.

"Unless he has a coutner offer," Dagon said, clicking the safetys off on his blasters.

Cavire Scile smiled and nodded, "A smart one, this one. Yes. I offer you 5,000 Credits plus i'll 'accidentally' let something slip about where my pirate HQ is and you might 'accidentally' defeat it and win the bounties on their heads. If you 'accidentally' let me escape."

In his head, Brant added up the credits and the pros and cons. "What do you think? I'm stranded anyway..."

(I know, I just hadn't posted in a few days - apologizing for that :))

Dagon looked at Cavire oddly for a moment before turning one of his blasters onto Thuriel. "Sounds fine to me, but I want payment from this slimeball here if he wants to live through this," Thuriel was slowly regaining his consciousness. "Here that Thuriel? I want my ten thousand credits, you're lucky I wasn't able to kill that human before your thugs jumped me or I'd be asking double - ten for his head and ten more for yours!"

The Twi'Lek tried to rise up to his knees but Dagon gave him a swift kick in the side sending the green-skinned creature sliding across the floor. "Alright, alright, ten thousand, ten thousand... don't kill me, please."

"Good," Dagon approached the Twi'Lek who was groveling at the bounty hunter's feet. He forced Thuriel to avert his eye sight to look at Dagon before the Corellian came across with a jab that sent the Twi'Lek backwards into unconsciousness. He looked to Brant who seemed to question Dagon's reasoning. "Easier to transport," he answered the silent question with a smile.

20,000 Credits! So Brant would get 40% which would mean 8,000 Credits! So then Brant would have 22,000 Credits and would be able to purchase new engines for his fighter.

"Sounds good," Brant nodded as he walked over to the thug's body and stripped it of weapons. A click was heard as he loaded an energy clip into a small blaster pistol, and then turned both the blaster pistol and the automatic slugthrower at Cavire. "So, where is your 'headquarters'?"

"The Engineering level near the rear drive units," Cavire smiled, "But don't underestimate them. The human Thuriel sent you to kill. You're gonna regret not killing him. He's the third-in-command, so with me gone and whatever you do with Thuriel, he'll be in charge. He's a crafty one."

With that the old man began to trudgeup the ramp to his transport, but Brant fired a warning shot in front of him. "I want blueprints and technical readouts. And any traps or weapon installations we should know about?"

Cavire sighed and through them a datadisk. "That will give you everything you need to know. Goodbye," Cavire smiled and ducked inside his transport, but then his head peaked out, "Oh, and be careful what you shoot at. Most things in there don't take well to bullets or lasers."

With that final word of advice the man closed the ramp and lifted from the dockign bay and out into space. Brant quickly turned on the holodisk and he and Dagon watched it slowly as the readouts, data, and images poured out.

Brant's eyes went wide. "No way! Anti-Infantry cannons! Deflector Shields! We may need more than just us. What do you think? Do we get more men?"

"More men, less pay," Dagon responded quickly with a smile. "Let's go, use some 'stealth' and see how good you are in close combat."

Without wasting time, Dagon and Brant found themselves just entering the Engineering Level. "You'd wonder who an organization like this would be able to set up a base, undetected, in the Engineering Level... doesn't quite add up," He grasped the hilt of his sword at his side to check it was there, a common quirk of his. "I feel their might be some political corruption taking part here, we have to be careful."

Together they made their way through until they were nearing the point where Cavire had directed him. Dagon took out a small device and placed it into Brant's hand. "Take this communicator, I'm taking the 'high road', stay in the shadows and you'll be fine - we have all the technical readouts," he turned and began to move away to a winding metal stairwell. "Oh, and Brant, take more care of it than you did for your commlink, these were expensive," he had added with a smirk and disappeared into the shadows.

"Take more care of it than you did your comlink. These are expesnisve," Brant mimicked Dagon in a child-like voice as he trudged through the smoky area that was the Engineering level.

"Hand up-" A man started, but stopped short as Brant's sword penetrated his throat.

"Flirt to Dagger, i've taken down the outside guard. I'm comign up on the E-Web now," Brant said into the comlink, and then continued micking Dagon.

The next corner came swiftly, and the moment he got around it the E-Web started to fire... from a repulsor sled! "Sith spit!" Brant cried, and ducked back around the corner, but they E-Web manuvered towards him, sendign lasers into a small fuel silo which exploded in a ball of flame.

"Be careful what i shoot at? I'm gonna kill you old man!" Brant cried as he lifted hie sword to his hands, and then pressed a secondary switch, and the blade fell away, leaving just the hilt.

"Wish me luck, Dad," Brant thought out loud as he ignited his father's old lightsaber and thrust the purple blade foreward, madly blocking the lasers with barely time enough to dodge the rest, "Boy i wish i were a Jedi!"

With a final thrust, he felcted a laser back, which caught the soldier in the chest, and dropped him silently to the floor.

"Flirt! This is Dagger! Back-up! They've got a Probot!" Dagon cried over the comm.

"I'm on my way!" Brant cried back, and jumped onto the repulsor sled and manuvered towards where Dagon was, "I just hope i make it in time..."