Pons Ora
Abafar, Outer Rim
“Why do they always run to the desert?” The Krath muttered to himself as he sat on the floor in the two story abandoned desert hovel. He had been watching Dreyna Olens and his body guards for two days. He had determined that Dreyna and one body guard would leave the building across the street every morning and return around mid day. They would spend several hours inside before all three of them would leave and return as the sun was setting.
However they were not the only ones inhabiting the building, which seemed to house two families and their young children. Which made sense, considering it was an apartment building. Sight would follow the three men from a distance when they left their berthing, using minimal assistance from the force to blend into the crowded streets.
The information broker and his cronies followed a predictable pattern, most of their time spent in a cantina, and always around a crowd. The Krath hadn’t noticed any information being bought or sold by Dreyna. Which was odd for an information broker, and led Sight to believe the man had caught wind of his impending doom.
It was during the night that the Albino stayed up well after his targets would have gone to sleep. He was crafting remote detonating explosives from the most common parts he had on hand. The Krath also was using the most common designs he could think of, in order to hide his involvement in creating the devices. Sight cringed a little each time he finished one of the devices as he wished that he could use his own designs, but the Krath knew he had to hide the involvement of Clan Arcona and by extension himself in this matter.
Two more days passed in the same manner until his toys were ready to be used. During the morning of that day the Albino packed his belongings away and staged them by the door to the abandoned building. It was in the late afternoon that Sight slipped into his targets apartment building and began to hide the explosives against the critical structural support areas. He exited the building as the sun was starting to kiss the horizon. Quickly, the Krath made his way across the street to hide in the shadows of the abandoned building he had been living in. It wasn’t long before the drunk Dreyna and his large body guards came staggering down the empty street.
“Look at that boys, another flacking hobo.” The information broker stammered out in disgust at the Krath who in that moment, huddled against an abandoned building, looked like one of the many homeless that littered this desert town.
“Hey boss, let’s go in before we get in trouble again.” His first bodyguard suggested trying to turn Olens towards the apartments. Shrugging off his sober guard the information broker staggered towards Sight issuing an incoherent spew of curses.
“Brother, don’t do this again, we can’t afford another run in with the local authorities.” The older bodyguard voiced the pair’s concern. Both men moved forward to prevent Olsen from approaching the homeless man. But their attempt was to no avail, as Dreyna spun around to shove both back.
“You may be my elder brothers, but I’m the one in charge here and I will do as I please!” The information brooker chastised his family.
“We don’t have to take your drunken ramblings little brother, do what you will.” The first bodyguard spoke before walking into the apartment building.
“Are you going to leave me too brother?”
“I should go help him pack, we will have to find a new place to hide after this.” The elder Olsen’s words carried disappointment within them as he followed their other sibling inside. Dreyna turned towards the homeless man staggering towards him once more.
“Listen here you worthle-” Olsen started, but found himself unable to finish his insult as Sights Vibrodagger slid underneath the drunken man’s jaw and upwards, effectively forcing the man’s jaw shut.
“Finally,” Sight exclaimed softly as he rose slowly, keeping the drunk man on the short leash.
“You know, you never seem to stop spewing the most uninformed and idiotic things. Which is a surprise, considering your profession.” Sight spoke softly, spinning the information broker around so he was facing the apartment building with the Albino holding him by the blade in his head. Reaching out towards the apartments, Dreyna started to struggle to free himself as his drunken brain finally understood the dire circumstance he was in.
“Oh, we will have none of that now.” The blood thirsty Krath said softly into Olsen’s ear as he twisted the knife slightly and applied more upwards pressure, causing the man to groan in agony. “I’ve watched you for too long now to let you or your little henchmen go. My blood lust demands that you all die, unfortunately I won’t be giving you the grand exit that I had planned, but you can watch as I let those two dimwits take the spotlight all to themselves.” As he spoke Sight brought forth the activation button for the remote explosives.
“Small explosives on the structural weak spots, and a nice little shrapnel producing fire bomb in all the apartments.” Dreyna attempted to free himself once more as the Krath spoke, only to find a renewed pain in his mouth and a grip like iron around his body. “Now it would be a shame for you to hasten you own exit before the fireworks went off.” Sight said, his words full of anticipation and murderous desire.
“Ah, there’s the signal.” Sight’s voice smooth as velvet as he whispered into Olsen’s ear. “Your lights on, they must have just started packing.” Eyes wide, Dreyna watched as Sight’s pale fingers de-pressed the button and the windows in the apartment building shattered outwards fireballs chasing the glass.
Moments later, a series of small blasts sounded from within the building, causing structural failure. Dreyna surged forward his thoughts on his older brothers as Sight’s vibrodagger slipped out from his skull pulling quickly across the mans carotid artery. The Krath exhaled in ecstasy as the arterial spray spewed forth from his victim’s neck. However, the feeling was short lived as he reached into the abandoned building and grabbed his rucksack.
“I wish I could stay longer, but I need to become a ghost before the authorities arrive. You understand don’t you?” The Krath’s words falling only upon the ears of the freshly dead.
