This is too familiar, Bentre growled as he ducked into a random building. The small entryway was cramped, with a long curtain hung over the open door.
I was running from the law when Marcus chanced upon me too. He knew now that it hadn’t been chance. He took a moment to alter the appearance of his eyes. His illusory abilities may not have been spectacular, but he knew that a glowing red eye would be a beacon to anybody if they knew what he had just done or not. Once that was done, he stepped confidently into the next room.
“Can we help you, sir?” the kind voice of a well-dressed young woman greeted him as he passed through the curtain into a quaint little clothing shop. She raised an eyebrow as she stared at the heavily-breathing Corellian.
“Um,” the Assassin glanced around before spotting a long brown jacket, almost like a trenchcoat. He pointed to it with a forced grin. “Sure you can. Do you mind if I try that on?”
“Of course, sir.” the girl reached up, pulling down the clothing hanger holding the garment. She handed it over, allowing the Corellian to turn the jacket around and slip it on easily.
“Nice,” he nodded appreciatively. The leather looked nice, the jacket felt comfortable, and it seemed more than large enough to allow him to carry some a few little extras in the inside pockets. “I think I will take it.”
“How will you be paying today?”
Bentre smiled, reaching inside his jacket, his hand brushing over his blaster. He pulled out an envelope carrying a couple hundred credits. “These credits should more than cover the cost,” he smiled. “Just don’t tell anybody you saw me. He gave a wink, and watched her eyes widen as she examined the money inside.
“Y-yes sir.” she stammered, giving a slight bow.
The spaceport was not too far from here at this point, thankfully. As he had ducked and weaved between buildings and in and out of crowds, Bentre felt the hard hand of the law ready to grab the back of his collar at any moment and throw him into a dark cell where he would be forgotten.
He had seen what those monsters in clothes of humanoids had done to that woman. He couldn’t blame anybody who thought that he had done that for being enraged. Unfortunately that did not mean it was going to stop him from taking out anyone who tried to stall his escape though.
The Obelisk tried to keep his pace, jogging down the road. He tried to look as nonchalant as possible, keeping his stride and trying to prevent eye contact with any of the people on the streets. After several minutes, he made it to the spaceport and it looked like he had not been followed.
“Mr. Stahoes,” a deep voice bellowed from across the spaceport. For a moment, Bentre gaped in shock. The officer addressing him was carrying a scattergun in one hand and a heavy blaster in the other. His uniform was pressed, his stare was resolute and two other officers flanked him. He was also supposed to be dead.
“Garan?” the Assassin felt certain he was mistaken.
“That is *Officer Garan to you, worm,” the Duros smirked down as the Human standing before him looked at the other two officers.
“You cannot be serious.” Bentre shook his head. “After everything that happened?”
“I heard about your murders, Human,” Garan seemed determined to play dumb.
The Obelisk pulled out his lightsaber, and activated the weapon with a snap-hiss. The blue beam bathed the Corellian in cool blue light as he swung it twice in an attempt at menace.
“So the criminal brings me a new souvenir to add to my collection?” Garan raised the blaster, and fired a shot at Stahoes. This caused the Jedi Hunter to sidestep to avoid the plasma bolt. He didn’t try to retaliate though.
“Do these officers know what happened? Do they know about how your buddy got angry? Do they know about how you covered it up?”
“Shut up!” Stiln pointed an accusing finger at the Obelisk. “The Chief has been doing everything to stop atrocities like those murders. Do you really expect me to believe he would really commit such a terrible act? Is he supposed to have forsaken justice?”
“Just take him in,” Garan waved the two officers forward. As they closed in Bentre did not take a swipe at either of them. Instead, he looked at the human officer who had so quickly defended the Duros.
“Please don’t make me do this,” the Assassin glanced between the two officers. “I am sure you guys are just doing your job. You don’t have to be in my way, this time. I am offering you a free pass.”
Both officers seemed to stop for a moment. Stiln looked over at the older officer, who was glaring down the sights of his blaster. “You killed my nephew, you bastard.” the old man growled. “I am going to feed your corpse to the akk dogs you worthless piece of shit.”
“Calm down Jer,” Stiln shook his head, looking nervous. “We will take him in, and make sure he sees justice.”
“This is justice, kid!” the older officer snarled. “Right now, I am justice!”
Before his partner could argue, Garan interrupted. “Let him destroy this piece of trash, Stiln. He is right, this is justice.” Bentre shook his head, and tried to step backward slightly.
“You are going to let him escape!” the Duros yelled, his voice echoing over the street. “Look out, he has a thermal!” Then, with a smirk, Garan pitched a live detonator between the two officers.
I only have a few moments. Bentre’s mind raced. *He didn’t think either officer would realize what was happening until it was too late. Every fiber in his body screamed out in protest. He knew what was coming, but his body didn’t seem to want to respond.
Do you really want to die here?
The Obelisk managed to roll backward, rolling back to his feet and backpedalling. He watched as the initial blast tore into the bodies of the officers. He had just managed to bring up a barrier in the Force to block the bits of shrapnel as the the kinetic explosion hit him. The absolute worst was caught by the barrier, but Bentre was not unharmed. The detonator threw up dirt and smoke.
That might be my one way out of here.
When the dust began to settle Garan began to yell. “He killed two more officers! I want the area searched. I want this man brought to justice! Now people!”