Somewhere on Kirtarkin, Anoat Sector
One of these days I will get a nice house by a lake, Bentre thought wistfully. Another blaster bolt struck the crate he was hiding behind, prompting an apathetic grunt from the Shadow. Maybe I will get the opportunity to raise a little crowd of ankle-biters.
“Give yourself up already,” a male voice called from the other end of the alley. “Even you have to realize that there is nowhere to run from here. Just come out with your hands where I can see them and we can be done with this trouble.”
The statement brought the barest hints of a smile to the Equite’s lips. It was odd the thoughts that came to him when he was being chased. Then, there was the man himself. This poor guy couldn’t have less of an idea of just what kind trouble he is finding for himself.
Stahoes didn’t have the time to ponder what he was going to do now. If I had to take a guess, this crate I am hiding behind won’t survive another barrage of blaster fire. I suppose I will have to try something a little different. He would just have to act off instinct.
The Corellian drew a breath, taking a moment to steady himself. Thrusting his hands up, he waved them in the air. “Please, don’t shoot any more, sir! I have nowhere else to run, just please,” he put an exaggerated emphasis on the last word, “I beg you, whatever you do, just don’t shoot.”
The Falleen security guard peered from the end of the alley, his weapon trained on the Sith. “Did you really expect you could escape so easily after killing my partner?” He stepped forward slowly, watching the Human’s movements carefully.
“It was,” Bentre paused for a moment, “an unfortunate turns of events, sir. You have to understand, he drew a weapon and everything just happened so quickly.” He allowed his voice to crack slightly. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
“Well, you will have plenty of time to think through your predicament after we bring you in, don’t you worry.” The guard was nearly within arm’s reach of the Sith now. “Just keep your hands where I can see them.”
“Yes, officer.” Feigning obedience, Bentre put out his hands, with his palms toward the ground. As the Falleen reached out, with stun cuffs at the ready, Stahoes felt frustration building within him at the idea of being captured like a common criminal. Extending his hands out, the Shadow let out a yell as white tendrils of light rippled from his hands. The security officer had no idea what hit him, as he collapsed to the ground in a fit of convulsions.
“That is really the problem with some private security firms,” the Corellian sneered at the shaking form. “You don’t have as much in the way of backup and the like. Some of you have this romantic misgiving you will catch the bad guy.” As he spoke the last words, the Shadow reached out a foot and kicked the officer’s blaster several feet down the alley. Turning back to the Falleen, he drew his blaster and fired into the man’s leg, prompting a sharp groan of pain. “Now don’t you go running off on me.”
Two tones played in the alley, echoing for just a moment. Sighing loudly, Stahoes plunged a hand into his jacket, pulling out his comm. “This is Bentre. I just hope this is important. I am a little busy right now.”
“You are about to get a lot busier,” a deep voice intoned. “This is Maelous, Stahoes. Effective immediately, you are to report to Antei.”
“As I said, I am a little busy right now. Antei is a little out of my way at the moment.”
“These orders are not optional. You may not be a Journeyman anymore, but I can guarantee you will not want to face the consequences of disobedience this time.” The menace in the Aedile’s voice was unmistakable.
“We will see what happens,” Bentre snapped, closing the connection. As he turned his attention back to the security guard, he saw the man had almost made it back his weapon. The Sith shook his head. “It really is too bad you heard that last part.” Drawing his blaster, the Shadow loosed four shots into the man’s torso, and watched as the body went still. Smiling to himself, he fired another two bolts into the head, just to be sure.
“This whole thing was a bust, and I don’t feel like tangling with the planetary security. These private firm security types are bad enough.” He shook his head briefly before sliding his blaster back into its jacket holster. “Better see what has the bearded one so agitated.”
It didn’t really matter, though. It was going to take a while to get back to Antei even if he got back to his shuttle right now. He would have a chance to grab something to eat before he took off. He didn’t want to face whatever awaited him on Antei on an empty stomach.
So much for those thoughts about a nice, peaceful life.