Firith flipped up the tunics hood, hiding his features and then dimmed all the lighting except the one directly over his head. Taking a deep breath he switched on the the scrambler and stepped into view of the holocamera.
“Speak, I am here. Why am I being disturbed?” He asked in a angry voice.
The chatter and arguing by unseen people on the other end abruptly stopped and a figure hooded and cloaked to hide his features stepped into view at the opposite end of the communication.
“Firith’rar? Nice outfit, very dramatic. Why have you had your comm unit shut off? I have been trying to reach you for days now.” The speaker on the other end queried. “You have been told time and time again to not be out of contact with us. Have you not? I know I ha–”
Firith held up a hand and silenced the speaker. “I am here now Nexus, you have interrupted my leave. I can only assume from the news reports you need me to take care of something. Save the petty items for later. What do you need me to do?”
The glowing blue green figure on the other end looked off to the side as if speaking to someone, nodded and then looked back at Firith. “It is the will of the, no, I take that back. Your orders are to assassinate with extreme prejudice one Sanyri the Hutt and three of his most trusted informants. This piece of filth and his cronies are responsible for supplying the information to our enemies as to where out fleet was currently stationed and when it would be there. As a result of a surprise attack, we lost our flagship and thousands of personnel.” The figure stopped speaking for a moment and calmly continued. “We have been told they will be on Nar Shaddaa within the next two weeks. Information packets being sent now. Read them, learn them and then destroy them. We’ll talk about your insubordination when you get back.”
Firith waved off the threat as he watched the screens fill with information about the Hutt and the three other targets. He might be able to just blow them all up if he played his cards right. “It will be done,” he said bowing to the other figure. Then he cut off the transmission and had all the information transferred to his personal ship’s computer and to his study here in the mansion.
Firith stood there for a moment then shook his head. Turning on his heel he headed for his and Lilith’s rooms.
Entering his study, Firith locked the door and activated a sound dampener. Dropping into his desk chair with a sigh he rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Computer display recent files, begin analysis of any movement patterns, similar contacts and begin a simple persona that will fit into the working situation.”
“Working…” the speaker said as images began to flash up on the screen. Various holos of the Hutt and three other individuals, two normal looking humans and what appeared to be a cybernetically enhanced Twi’lek appeared.
Slowly the hours passed as Firith studied what information was available.
“Computer can you give me an estimate of when you will have the information I requested?” The aged assassin asked as he yawned and stretched.
“I believe the information you have requested has already been printed to a holo disk and sent to the main monitor. As for a persona, there is not one that readily lends itself to the mission at hand. None of the individuals would have anything in common except that they collect information and then relay it to the Hutt. Unless you are to be a traitor to your house and clan then the option with the highest rate of success at 32.85920842% is to go to the sail barge of the Hutt and kill him and the other three in a direct attack.” the machine responded in a flat monotone
Firith rubbed his temples, feeling the ache in his neck and head. Bleary eyed he looked at the speaker on the desk and groaned. “Mmphm, and my chance of survival?”
“If you gain the advantage of surprize and kill the Hutt first, your chances go from 50.76209842% to 53.0912374809123%. Depending on fighting style used, weapons, Force powers, allies, suicidal attitude, etc. survivability can vary as much as another twenty to forty percent.” it responded with cold efficiency.
“Fine, we all have to die some day. Begin prep of my ship for the trip to Nar Shaddaa. Make sure the ECM suite is fully updated, have food and fuel added for the trip plus four weeks. Send a communique to Lilith and another to Quaestor Ashen and Aedile Keibatsu and let them know I have been sent on a mission by Nexus and why.” Standing up Firith pressed his hands to the small of his back and stretched. His spine popping as he flexed. Heading out of the study he went off to get a shower and then pack for the trip and get something for his headache.
Outer Rim Territories
Three Weeks Later
It had been an interesting three weeks. The research into the habits and ways of the four individuals had not panned out as Firith had hoped. There was no rhyme or reason to their patterns. The only thing that they all seemed to agree on was meeting on a party barge the Hutt owned once a week for something. A something that lasted about 15 standard minutes, and then they dispersed. The days of the meetings always seemed to coincide with a lavish party.
Firith studied the party barge for two weeks and had managed to hack up a set of its blueprints. It didn’t lend itself to an easy escape. There were numerous guards and often times up to a hundred guests or visitors of some kind. And the worst part is that it docked thousands of meters from the ground at a private and heavily guarded dock, attached to a high end casino. The meeting always took place in a large office at the aft end of the barge, away from everyone else.
Firith had managed to get into the casino through hacking into it’s database and entering his name into the permanent guest list. But it took him befriending and paying off one of the bar keeps to get him the information he needed to get to the party barge. A party was going to happen in a few days and it was going to have many dignitaries from off world visiting. Special arrangements had been made to have numerous foods and drinks on board to accommodate the different people. Firith realize this would probably be his best chance to sneak on to the barge and get close to the Hutt.
Hiding himself in a crates of foodstuffs and supplies that were being loaded onto the barge Firith Force Cloaked himself from the guards as a visual inspection of the items was done while they were being taken aboard.
He knew he could hide from everyone on the barge, except maybe the cyborg. He wasn’t sure what modifications it had to it’s eyes. There was always a chance someone, somewhere had designed a sensor that could “see” him when he was cloaked.
Once on board and stowed below with the supplies, Firith broke his concentration and began to make his way to the aft office where the Hutt would hold the meetings. It was slow going and he often times had to hide from members of the crew and different security personnel.
The decision to blow up the barge and kill everyone on it just to take out the four targets was an easy one to make. At one point he would have questioned it and tried to keep the collateral damage to a minimum. After the mission to Moraband though, he no longer felt that way. If the people died, well, to bad. They should have chosen their friends better or picked a different party to attend.
Firith wasn’t to sure about the his escape plan. He wasn’t afraid of heights, much. But the possible drop wasn’t something he was looking forward to, not to mention the fact debris from the party barge would be falling around him. His real concern was his escape ride being close enough to pull off the rescue he was sure he would need…
A week prior Firith had bribed a local hotshot speeder pilot to be his personal taxi service and to be ready to help him get away from possible security issues. The hack into the casino was also skimming credits into a shadow account. One that he hoped would not be found out until well after the job was done. This allowed him to pay off various people with stolen money.
Pressed against the wall he waited, seething inside, keeping it bottled up like a pressure cooker. His Rage would be the fuel for this fight, and he knew he would not be able to last more than ten or fifteen minutes at the most. He began to focus inward, leaving just enough of his concentration on his Force Cloak. Feeling the anger at what this filth had done to help Pravus destroy his clan and kill Locke.
Dimly aware of the sound of the Hutt as it was slithering into the room and up onto the dais where it held court, Firith opened his eyes and looked at the huge bulk of the slug in front of him. Glancing around he realized he couldn’t see if the other three were in the room with the Hutt or not. His hand tightened on his saber, the other slowly reach down to the flash grenade attached to his belt.
Firith listened and as the Hutt talked he was answered by two, no three different voices.
Excellent they all were there, time to party.
Firith triggered the flash grenade and lobbed it over top of the Hutts head. He heard startled exclamations from the four people and then from others further away. Guards? Other informants?
The Hutt shielded the bright and disorienting flash from Firith’s eyes and with a yell he uncloaked and ignited his saber, stabbing it into the back of the Hutt. The plasma blade burned deep into the spine and punched out the fat of the Hutt’s chest.
Grabbing the hilt with both hands he dragged the blade upwards, slicing up into the neck and then head of the foul slug. Gore and blood splattered everywhere. The smell of burnt Hutt filled the room with a odor that Firith knew he’d never get out of his armor.
Feeling the Rage inside him finally boil over Firith was filled with a burning energy. The aches and pains of old age fell away and his body felt young and vibrant again.
Launching himself over the corpse of the Hutt he did a forward flip and slashed at the still stunned trio. Hacking and slashing to overwhelm them, he wildly chopped at them with quick, swift movements. Soon all three were dead before they could even draw a weapon.
Looking over at the door he could see two guards. One still rubbed his eyes from the flash, the other, blinking away the spits drew a wicked vibro sword and started forward.
Firith planted his feet, turned to the side, his left foot forward. Raising his saber over his head with his right hand, he pointed the tip of it at his opponent. The crimson blade filled the room with a bloody light. Growling he brought his right arm around in a slash as he lept forward towards the guard.
The saber met the vibro sword in a clash of sparks and squeal of plasma against metal. Slicing through the sword the plasma blade continued its sweep scoring a charred line across the chest armor of the guard.
Firith grasped the hilt of the saber with his left hand and still screaming he brought the brought the saber tip back up to thrust it forward into the stunned guard.
Firith could feel the pulse of his heard and hear it beating, thundering in his ears. He could feel the Rage fueling him. He also began to feel an ache in his chest and a sharp pain began to radiate down his arm, spots formed in front of his eyes and his head started feeling light.
Grabbing a pouch of blinding dust off his belt, Firith threw it at the final guard, creating a cloud of gray around him so he was blinded once more.
Firith staggered back and fell against the far corner of the room, losing strength and feeling dizzy.
The Rage the fueled him was gone, his concentration disrupted by his own failing body. His lightsaber gouging a hole into the floor and the machinery below. I’ll no die like a mewling bairn on the floor alone!
Scrabbling for a nitro syringe in his med pack he collapsed to his knees as he felt his heart fighting to work. Combined with the depleted energy of his body, all he wanted to do was sleep, forever. Fighting it he found what he needed and pulled it from the pack and ripped the cap off of it with his teeth exposing the long needle.
Vision beginning to tunnel, he snapped the trigger cover of the syringe and slammed the needle into his own chest and heart. Screaming in agony he pressed the plunger forcing the drug into his failing heart.
Almost instantly he felt a massive headache as the drug began to dilate all his blood vessels. His brain cleared as did his vision as the much needed blood reached his head. His heart suddenly flooded worked to deal with the excess and began beating a semi normal rhythm
Taking a deep breath, Firith promptly threw up.
Suddenly the party barge’s alarms went off and the whole thing shifted, breaking away from part of its docking arm to the casino. It’s aft end swinging downwards, he could hear screams and people falling.
Trying to clear his head and spit the bile from his mouth Firith noticed the hole in the floor his saber had gouged, and the underlying pipes and wires it had severed. Hmmmm
Lets see what happens if I do this, he thought jabbing the blade into the floor again up to the emitter. Flames and smoke began to spew out of the previous hole and the lights flickered. More alarms sounded and the room was plunged into a smoky gloom.
A loud metallic groan was heard above the screaming of the people outside the room and the barge shifted again, its deck canting to a sharp angle. A series of crashes could be heard and shrieks of the other guests got louder as items and bodies slid down to slam into the outer wall of the office. The bodies of the dead and the remaining guard piled up against the aft wall.
Suddenly the door splintered open and a chair and two more people slid into the room. Causing the barge to tilt even further back and then snap off completely from the mooring ramp. Smoke filled the room and flames could be seen flickering and glowing through the rents in the floor.
Looking about Firith realized he hadn’t an escape plan for this scenario.
The barge was slowly sinking, it’s front repulsorlifts keeping it from total free fall.
Finding a window nearby Firith tried to open it, finding it sealed he didn’t bother with trying to figure out how to unlock it. He grabbed his lightsaber and used it to cut the window out of is mounting.
Breathing fresh air and coughing he was able to make out approaching emergency speeders. “Kriff, that won’t do.” he muttered. Holstering his saber he then flipped open his wrist communicator and called for a pickup. Keeping the instructions short he kept looking out the hole for the pilot he had bribed.
Moments later he was rewarded when a small open cockpit speeder pulled up just below the window. Gathering his cloak about him he pulled himself out of the barge’s office and jumped over to the speeder.
“Uba ye wanya bacaka poo-doo pinii, Uba doth tee meeto toe chateua dah mi bankop uba wamma mi doth uba?” the pilot asked
Gasping and still feeling woozy and exhausted Firith gave him a wain smile. “Not yet, I’m not going to die yet. And your money will be transferred to your account when I get back to the space port. First I need to do this though.” Pulling a thermal detonator from a belt pouch he flicked up the trigger and pressed the button. Lights blinking a count down on it, he tossed it into the room he had just escaped from. “Drive, FAST!”
The pilot gunned the engine, pressing them into the seats and Firith hastily put his restraining harness on. Swerving in and out of the local traffic and around buildings they soon were far enough away to hear only a faint explosion as the detonator went off. Pulling around they headed back towards the casino see the carnage. Dropping down towards the distant ground they could see the shattered remains of the barge where it had impacted the buildings below. Fire crews worked diligently to try and subdue the burning buildings, and bodies, lay broken and crushed across roof tops and were hanging from support beams and various antennas. “Excellent work, take me to the spaceport.” Firith said.
A short time later the speeder fell into the traffic patterns around the spaceport and then pulled into a parking area. Firith took out a small data pad and typed in some commands. “Aaaaand done. Your money is transferred.” he said smiling. Handing the data pad over to show the man next to him. He unbuckled his restraints and reached into his boot, and drew his vibroblade.
The pilot looked up in shock as the blade slammed into his chest. “Sorry friend, no loose ends.” Firith whispered. Undoing the pilot’s restraint harness he shoved the body down to the floor of the speeder and then got out.
Keeping himself wrapped in his cloak to hide the armor he wore and his saber Firith quickly made it back to where his ship was berthed. After getting clearance to depart, he blasted away and into space.
Dialing up the scrambled frequency he used to speak with Nexus he sent a simple “It’s done.” and set a course for Tarthos. He was surprised when the communicator responded with “Proceed to Qirool VI with all due haste, more to follow once you are in system.” Looking out the flight decks window into space, Firith typed in a very simple “Acknowledged”