The sounds of laser fire echoed eerily throughout the derelict warehouse. Through the pitch-black darkness, only slightly affected by the mud-caked lights far above in the ceiling, came the brief flashes of blaster fire. Shadows flitted across the room, briefly illuminated by the various paths of laser fire, gleefully screaming silently before being dragged back into the darkness as the laser struck an object or tore another life from the miserable existence it had lived.
Jadal crouched behind a stack of steel pipes, his blaster smouldering silently. Around the main doorway to the warehouse, in the path of the multitude of dusty boxes and dull metal items were no more then half a score of various Bothans, dressed in shabby clothes and clutching blasters that looked like they had seen better days as an ornament.
As Jadal strained his ears to hear the aliens, he wondered what was so unnerving at this time.
The blaster fire had stopped.
Jadal lay crouched behind the stack of assorted pipes. He knew there had been six Bothans in total, chasing him through several grimy streets in the bottom of Coruscant. He had accounted for at least two of them, leaving four Bothans with blasters. Not the happiest of prospects.
Jadal kept his blaster in his right hand while he fumbled for one of his two sheathed knives beneath his brown cloak and hood. Pulling down his hood, he gently unsheathed one knife, taking car to not let it scrape against the sheath, to minimise any noise.
A thud behind him caused him to turn his head round quickly, his knife and blaster at the ready while he surveyed the mountain of boxes scattered in piles behind him. The silence unnerved him greatly, one of the few things in life that actually bothered Jadal. The silence was broken occasionally by the sound of dripping water, no doubt a broken pipe or leaking tap somewhere in the mess of boxes and items, somewhere in the darkness.
Suddenly a large bang accompanied one of the boxes as it was roughly kicked aside to reveal one of the Bothans who had sneaked up behind him. Jadal cursed himself silently for letting his guard down. The Bothan brandished his blaster at Jadal. The look on the Bothan’s face was one of happiness, mixed with a malevolent content, which quickly turned to one of shock as Jadal flung his knife. It embedded itself in the Bothan’s forehead with a sickening squelch, the momentum of the impact causing the alien to fall backwards with his arms flailing. Yellow liquid tinged with green spurted out of the wound as Jadal brutally grabbed and pulled the knife free of the Bothan’s forehead. He crouched back down behind the pipes after wiping his knife on the Bothan’s tattered, mud-encrusted clothes. A sudden burst of fire ensued causing sparks to erupt along the barricade of pipes and boxes.
As Jadal waited for his chance to finish off the aliens, he wondered how many more assignments he’d survive after this one. The life of a Bounty Hunter was a tough one indeed.
[More to come soon...]
Jadal crouched behind a stack of steel pipes, his blaster smouldering silently. Around the main doorway to the warehouse, in the path of the multitude of dusty boxes and dull metal items were no more then half a score of various Bothans, dressed in shabby clothes and clutching blasters that looked like they had seen better days as an ornament.
As Jadal strained his ears to hear the aliens, he wondered what was so unnerving at this time.
The blaster fire had stopped.
Jadal lay crouched behind the stack of assorted pipes. He knew there had been six Bothans in total, chasing him through several grimy streets in the bottom of Coruscant. He had accounted for at least two of them, leaving four Bothans with blasters. Not the happiest of prospects.
Jadal kept his blaster in his right hand while he fumbled for one of his two sheathed knives beneath his brown cloak and hood. Pulling down his hood, he gently unsheathed one knife, taking car to not let it scrape against the sheath, to minimise any noise.
A thud behind him caused him to turn his head round quickly, his knife and blaster at the ready while he surveyed the mountain of boxes scattered in piles behind him. The silence unnerved him greatly, one of the few things in life that actually bothered Jadal. The silence was broken occasionally by the sound of dripping water, no doubt a broken pipe or leaking tap somewhere in the mess of boxes and items, somewhere in the darkness.
Suddenly a large bang accompanied one of the boxes as it was roughly kicked aside to reveal one of the Bothans who had sneaked up behind him. Jadal cursed himself silently for letting his guard down. The Bothan brandished his blaster at Jadal. The look on the Bothan’s face was one of happiness, mixed with a malevolent content, which quickly turned to one of shock as Jadal flung his knife. It embedded itself in the Bothan’s forehead with a sickening squelch, the momentum of the impact causing the alien to fall backwards with his arms flailing. Yellow liquid tinged with green spurted out of the wound as Jadal brutally grabbed and pulled the knife free of the Bothan’s forehead. He crouched back down behind the pipes after wiping his knife on the Bothan’s tattered, mud-encrusted clothes. A sudden burst of fire ensued causing sparks to erupt along the barricade of pipes and boxes.
As Jadal waited for his chance to finish off the aliens, he wondered how many more assignments he’d survive after this one. The life of a Bounty Hunter was a tough one indeed.
[More to come soon...]