Boba Fett vs. Aurra Sing

The other swoops were coming up fast now. Ynndo turned, and shot another rider, causing a wound across the soulder. The rider cursed, just audible over the roar of the repulsor engines. Ynndo dodged left as he saw a pair of swoops accelerate to his right. They drew side to side with him, and, lifting their own blasters, they sent several shots across to Ynndo. The Rodian returned fire, but the surrounding rocks were getting taller so he had to spend more time watching where he was steering.

The nearest swoop edged towards Ynndo, and got close enough to bash Ynndo's swoop on the side, sending it swerving to the left. The other rider shot some more blasts at the Rodian, one grazing his shoulder, another causing sparks to fly on the handle grips. Ynndo fought to regain control of the vehicle, but it twisted and fell off a small ledge.

Ynndo yanked the grip to the right just in time to avoid crashing into the other wall of the crevice he now found himself in. His swoop shot straight down the crevice, which Ynndo could see widened up ahead and became a canyon with reasonably tall sides. It twisted a little, so Ynndo was forced to keep looking ahead and keep his hands on the controls. He fervently hoped that none of the other vehicles were still following him.

A hope that was in vain. Just a few seconds later a blaster bolt zipped past Ynndo's ear. He risked a glance back and saw one swoop was still pursuing him down the canyon.

Okay, though Ynndo, we're one on one. Let's see if we can't fight this one on my terms.



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Okay, here I go. Please let me know how my post turns out...

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Aurra ran through the Force, her body filled with fear. Everywhere she went, her past followed after her. Shaana, Fett, Drin, the murder, everything. It continued to endlessly torment her, screaming in her head. It would never stop coming after her.

Unless she got off this planet.

As she ran, she skidded to a halt when she saw a group of battle droids up ahead, blasters aimed at her chest.

"Hands up," one of them barked in a confident, mechanical voice.

Not even bothering to put up a fight, Sing surrendered.

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Jaster Mereel finally got up. His entire body was sore with pain and fatigue. He looked around and saw that Sing was gone.

Rising slowly to his feet, Mereel, defeated and battered, headed for the Slave I. Sing had gotten away from him again, but he would not stop going after her until her heart rested in his gauntleted hand.

It was only a matter of time.

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So...whaddaya think? cool.gif

BTW, who else thinks we should have some Aurra Sing icons?

 

That was a very good post, Lelila Jade!

And as for a Sing icon...not a bad idea at all. Maybe if we keep asking for one, we might just get one.

 

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Hey, cool!

 

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Griss Donocova swore savagely and yanked Drin into an alcove with him. A good thing, too; the spot where they'd been standing only seconds earlier was now crisscrossed with blaster bolts.

Drin shoved his arms off her shoulders. Griss started; until that moment, he hadn't realized he was still holding onto her. The bounty hunter gave him an unpleasant smirk. "You know, holding a heart to heart conversation in the middle of a heavily guarded citadel controlled by people who want to kill you is usually not wise."

Griss chose to ignore the comment. He drew his blaster and peered around the corner of the alcove's wall.

A laser blast impacted just above his left ear. He barely flinched, his mismatched eyes tracking where the shot had come from. Aiming carefully, he fired and ducked back into the shelter of the alcove. The sound of a body hitting the ground with a dull thud echoed slightly through the hall... followed by a shout and more blaster fire.

Across from him, Drin wore a look of intense concentration as she aimed a modified BlasTech sniper rifle at their attackers. She fired several times, then shrank back against the wall as the enemies returned the favor.

Griss knew that this wasn't going to work forever. He had no idea how many enemies he was facing, but he had a good notion that it was way more than two. Crummy odds...

His eyes wandered around the little alcove they were fortified in, and rested finally on a grating near the ceiling.

Aha... not such a dead end after all.

He tapped Drin on the shoulder. "Cover me a second, would you?"

Without waiting for her reply, which would likely be sarcastic anyway, Griss turned and shot out the grating. He pivoted and shot another attacker, or defender, or whatever they were. At that moment, technicalities of that nature were rather unimportant.

He gestured to Drin with his gun. "Ladies first."

She gave him a predator's grin. "Since when am I a lady?" she challenged.

"Just do what I tell you, okay?"

For a split second she looked like she was going to disagree. Then she rolled those dark eyes of hers and vaulted through the opening.

Griss covered her as she went, then turned and pulled himself into the air circulation system.

He landed rather inelegantly on top of Yelgah Drin.

"Um... sorry," he muttered, rolling off. She gave him a dirty look, then pushed herself onto her hands and knees. Griss sighed. There was barely enough space in the circulation tunnel to crawl, but Drin, being small and petite, would have a much easier time at it than he would.

Drin looked back at him, then hefted her blaster in one hand while keeping her balance with the other. She pointed down the tunnel with the weapon, then smiled icily. "Shall we?"

 

Amidala stood in the doorway of the hold, fascinated by the display in front of her. Anakin spun around and swung his lightsaber, blocking a shot from the spherical remote, then another one. He seemed to react even before the remote fired. She had seen Jedi in action on Naboo, but had neber had the opportunity to really watch how they worked.

An hour had past since the discovery of EC-16. Amidala had taken it to the rear compartment of the ship and used spare droid parts to repair the damage, where Eecee told her about the bounty hunter Aurra Sing. Amidala had listened intently, interested in the hisory of this mysterious woman, and about her encounters with Anakin and Obi-Wan. Sing certainly sounded dangerous, and the sooner the Republic captured her, the better.

The droid was now in a sleep cycle, and Amidala wished not to disturb it, even though she yearned to know more about this bounty hunter. The Cloak & Dagger was now docked on the Republic capital ship, and they would soon land on Y'Mala.

Until then, Amidala was content watching Anakin training.

Suddenly, he leaped and twisted to his left, just as the remote fired where his feet had been. He landed next to her. "Hi there." He blocked one last shot, before the remote shut down.

She laughed. "Show-off."

He grinned. "I guess I was." He placed the saber on his belt, then pulled his brown robe off a chair. "I saw you when you arrived."

"You seemed so intent on your practice, I wasn't sure you'd noticed anything else."

"Oh, I noticed, especially since it was you." He took her hand and squeezed it, then dropped it quickly.

She felt her cheeks grow warm as she glanced at her hands, then back up at his face. "It was impressive. How?"

"The Force. I can't really explain it, but it gives me insight--a hint of what will happen."

"I see..." She wasn't sure she did, but then the concept of the Force was not well-understood except by the Jedi. She knew it was what the Jedi used--that it gave them their special abilities. "I was wondering if you've eaten?" He shook his head. "Good, care to join me? Perhaps you can try to explain to me about the Force." Her smile grew as he took her hand with a shy grin.

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Obi-Wan turned quickly at the sound of footsteps behind him, then stood. He had figured that in the capital ship's unused medical bay, no one would disturb his meditation. The intruder was a Corellian woman dressed in a brown uniform.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." The woman came to attention quickly. "Colonel Baryl Arasta of CorSec. Senator Bel Iblis has placed me in charge of the Corellian investigation."

Obi-Wan glanced upward in frustration, then back at the woman. She was almosty Obi-Wan's height. Her reddish-brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun that left the impression of cold efficiency. But it was her eyes that held his attention. Fiery green that sparkled with intelligence and the ability to see right through a person. "The Corellians, the Bothans...is everybody sending in their own investigation teams?"

She chuckled. "Nobody is willing to trust anybody, so everybody is here. You were there?"

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes, we couldn't do much..." He clenched his fist.

"No, that's not what I meant. I know there wasn't much anyone could have done. It's just that from what I understand, you actually killed some of these clones." He again nodded. "The advance teams have not discovered any bodies." The planet had been determined to be safe to visit, and several teams were on the surface already. The others would be landing soon.

"Oh." Obi-Wan thought for several seconds while he studied the empty room. Soon it would be filled with the wounded survivors. "So, we can't identify them."

"Or trace them. The ships are an unknown design..." Arasta bit her lip. "There have been rumors about a secret military base we've been hearing in CorSec now for a number of years. We've investigated them. Usually, they are nothing more than a Hutt crimelord's newest power play--but recently, three top agents have vanished

 

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The droids marched Aurra Sing to the detention camp, where the Y'Mala survivors were being held for the time being. The bounty hunter was led to a small, private office, escorted by two of the Advanced Battle Droids.

As Sing entered the room, she recognized the man sitting at the desk in front of her. "You?" she gasped.

Siryk, the Sith Lord she had fought earlier and thought to have killed, grinned up at her. "Hello again, Ms. Sing. You thought I was dead, didn't you?"

Sing regained her composure and glared at the dark warrior. "I should've learned by now--I shouldn't be surprised by the Sith."

Siryk nodded. "Indeed. I must say that our little skirmish earlier was impressive. You almost defeated me."

"I did defeat you," Sing corrected, a smirk playing on her face.

"Or so you think," Siryk replied.

"So, what are you gonna do with me?" Sing asked nonchalantly. "Torture me to death or something?"

"Close," Siryk said. "We're throwing you to the rancor."

That stopped Sing. "The what?"

Siryk nodded, smiling. "You heard right. Deep underneath this prison, we keep a pet rancor to do away with any prisoners who try to escape from us. I think I'll relish in hearing your screams of agony when the rancor rips you apart with its bare fangs."

Before Sing could reply, the droids stunned her, then dragged her out.

 

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Ynndo jammed his palm on the repulsorlift lever. The swoop rose several feet. Behind him, his pursuer tried, not unsuccessfully, to match the maneuvre, also rising several feet. Grinning to himself, Ynndo let the swoop sink again, stopping it just above the ground. The other swoop again tried to follow, somewhat less successfully. Ynndo brought his swoop up again, but halfway through the move he abruptly reversed his vertical acceleration. Quickly, he killed his thrust and the swoop stopped dead. His opponent shot by overhead. Ynndo started up the engines again and pulled out his blaster.

As he aimed at the man in the other swoop, the Rodian saw him take something from his belt and hurl it backwards under his arm. It exploded in a blaze on light, a few meters ahead on Ynndo. Flash grenades. Dazzled by the explosion, Ynndo fought to stay on course. It was no use. Ynndo had no choice but to rise vertically and pull out of the canyon.

This move obviously surprised the other rider, since he glanced frantically behind him several times, before deciding also to pull out of the canyon. Unfortunately while doing so, he failed to take notice of the rather sharp bend in the rock ahead which he hit at maximum thrust.

The swoop and its rider died in an orange fireball that cleared to a mass of burning rubble and charcoal.

 

The odor of death and decay was the first thing Amidala noticed as she stepped on the ramp of the Cloak & Dagger. Anakin's hand gripped hers tighter. "You all right?"

She nodded, biting back the overwhelming urge to vomit. Nothing in her training or experiences had prepared her for the sight and smell of mangled corpses lying all around.

"Senator?" She turned to face Senator Bel Iblis. His gray eyes were moist. "It's worse than I even imagined." He spoke softly, while he ran his hand through his prematurely graying hair, then shook his head. She then heard him mutter part of what sounded like a Corellian prayer.

The others stood there, in stunned silence for minutes before Bel Iblis finally stepped onto the cracked cement. She vaguely noted that everything was dead or dying--including the plants. Anakin's hand tightened, as they too stepped onto the dead world. Suddenly, he kicked at the ground.

"Why?" the Jedi asked, to no one in particular.

Why indeed? The others were starting to talk. Senator Drey'lya mentioned something about rescuing survivors. Other ships had arrived to offer aide and to investigate. The Cloak & Dagger had landed near what had once been the main landing port of the capital. She jumped when the Bothan senator coughed behind her. Anakin dropped her hand and wandered toward the remains of a building.

"Yes?"

"I wish to offer my regrets on the death of your aide, Colonel Panaka." The Bothan's eyes reflected the horror and disbelief that she'd seen in everyone's eyes.

"He was my friend." Even at a whisper, Amidala's words echoed in the empty landscape.

"An evil destiny brought us here," Drey'lya said. "The information my agent had must have been very valuable." He shrugged sadly.

"Waylen. All Panaka said was something about Wayland." She clenched her fists. The Coruscant officer in charge of the case had informed her, just before the Cloak & Dagger's departure, that they had discovered nothing new about Panaka's death.

The Bothan shook his head. "The name means nothing to me."

"Or me." She shook her head sadly. "It looks like your information about the clones was correct. They are definitely a threat to the galaxy."

"I fear this is true," Drey'lya said with a slight inclination of his head. "We must form a stronger central government in order to fight them." He left her with that thought as he went over to talk with Senator Brial.

Obi-Wan watched from the ramp. So many dead. He could barely comprehend the numbers. Almost the entire population.

"Planetary bombardment," Senator Organa said beside him. "It was with good reason that the Senate banned weapons of mass destruction." Obi-Wan just nodded as Organa continued. "Somebody out there has resources we can't possible imagine."

"Not out there," Obi-Wan said, remembering the icy fingers. "The threat is closer." He glanced at the senator and shrugged.

Organa's eyes opened wide. "I see." Obi-Wan watched as the other man seemed to study everybody. Finally, he took a deep breath. "I see." He stood straighter, and pulled on the hem of his gray uniform jacket as he addressed the others. "We have an investigation to conduct," he announced in voice of practiced authority. "I do not intend to sit here and let this happen to any world again." Obi-Wan wondered just how much the senator truly saw.

"Master," Anakin said from beside the building. "We shouldn't be here, doing nothing."

Obi-Wan walked over and placed a hand on his apprentice's shoulder. Anakin grimaced. "Then where should we be?"

"Up there," Anakin said while staring past the barren trees. "Tracking the ships and clones that did this. Then we could destroy them."

"Anakin, it's next to impossible to track a ship in hyperspace."

Anakin kicked at the ground. "Then what good is it to have special powers if we can't use them."

Obi-Wan knew not to remind his apprentice about patience; instead he spoke with an exasperated tone. "We do use them..."

"How?" Anakin closed his eyes and concentrated. "Ten ships..." His fists clenched tighter. Obi-Wan was impressed, then he grabbed Anakin's shou

 

Sing was led into the main detention block, where the Y'Mala survivors languished in bare, cramped cells. Two young men--Sith Lords, no doubt, flanked the female bounty hunter. Sing pondered attacking them and trying to escape, but she quickly dismissed the thought.

Escape would come later. For now, she would have to play along.

Sing stopped when she saw a Y'Mala male thrown against the wall before her. Two battle droids went up to the prisoner and began pummeling him with their vibrowhips, ripping bloody gashes into his body with each slash. The Y'Mala screamed in indesribable agony as he begged for mercy. Not even listening, the droids continued beating him.

Within seconds, the Y'Mala stopped screaming.

Sing looked away from the onslaught, and the Sith guards led her down another corridor.

When they arrived at her assigned cell, Siryk stood waiting for her. "Welcome to your room, Sing," he said as the guards led her in. "You'll have to excuse the lack of luxuries. We're on a tight schedule."

"Any other lame remarks you'd like to get off your chest?" Sing snapped.

Siryk's smirk was replaced with a scowl, and he smacked the handle of a vibrowhip across her face. Sing cried out as she fell down and her vision overcame with blackness...

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She awoke hours later, and found herself lying in her cell. It was empty, save for a small hole in the middle of the floor, probably to serve as a toilet. The room stank of Y'Mala wastes and bugs.

"At last you are awake," a feminine voice said from behind.

Sing turned to see a young Y'Mala woman--probably no younger than sixteen--huddling in one corner, dressed only in tatters. Her face was thin and pale, her eyes frenzied with terror. It looked as if she had not eaten for many days. Sing's heart went out to the poor soul, which was unusual, since Sing usually cared no one but herself.

"Looks like I'm not alone," Sing grunted, groaning as pain exploded in her head. She felt blood sliding down her skin. She got up to her feet, her head swimming. "I'm Aurra Sing. What's your name?"

"Zaara. Zaara Kerasan," the woman replied. "Not that it matters. I lost my entire family in the blast. It was horrible..."

Sing, still weakened from the blow, staggered over to Zaara and placed a hand on her elbow. "I'm sorry," she said gently.

Zaara sighed. "Don't be. It won't bring them back." Her voice was bitter and tired, as if she had spent days crying and had finally stopped. "Why did this have to happen? What have we done to have deserved such a terrible fate?"

"The Y'Mala are innocent," Sing said, rubbing the woman's bony shoulder. "These people did it just to watch you suffer. Don't blame yourself for what happened."

Zaara nodded and bent her head, not meeting Sing's eyes. "They're going to kill me," she said, almost certain. "Feed me to their rancor. All the prisoners in this corridor will be dead by morning."

Sing nodded gravely. "Yeah, I know." What she said next was barely above a whisper. "Unless we figure out a way to escape..."

 

Dorfsk reread the file that had just reached him and frowned. Senator Drey'lya was concerned that it was possible a group of Bothans were involved in the destruction at Y'Mala. And just how had the senator determined that? Dorfsk wondered as he read faster, worried that his own involvement might be revealed. There was nothing else in the report that even hinted about any other involvements besides the clone army. Maybe it would be better if he told Drey'lya: he would leave the others out of his confession. He started to close the file, and stopped. He stared at the holographic image of the senators investigating the catastrophe. He used his fingers to frame one face, blocking all but just below the eyes.

He punched the intercom switch hard as he continued to stare at the image. "Captain, how long 'til we reach Y'Mala?"

There was a slight pause. "Eight standard hours." Dorfsk closed the link. He wondered if he should send a warning to Drey'lya, but decided against it. Such communications could be monitored...And he had no idea what he would say. The senator wouldn't believe him, anyway.

He was thrown from his chair as the ship tumbled faster than the artificial gravity could compensate. He grabbed at the desk as he tried to reach the intercom switch.

The lone pilot of the small Sith ship watched with satisfaction as the Bothan transport blew up. She glanced at the ugly box-shaped ship beside her and smiled. Her master's newest weapon, an interdictor cruiser--it was capable to pull a ship out of hyperspace. The Bothans hadn't expected anything--there hadn't even been an emergency transmission. Her smile grew. Her master would be pleased. She watched the interdictor cruiser leave before departing.

Her mission now took her to a desert wasteland.

 

Darn triple post

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The city of Jol Takmool was dominated by a large building atop a hill, with massive stone and steel architecture, overlooking the city. It looked very much like the ruling seat of the city - more like a citadel than a palace, thought Ynndo. He decided to steer clear of it.

Besides, he would have enough trouble anyway. He was in a crowded city, with no translator, and he needed to find a way offplanet, and fast. Luckily the signs were mostly in Basic, and Ynndo had a fair amount of Republic credits, so he would be able to find his way around town. Periodically, a spaceship would come down into the city or leave, and Ynndo headed in the general direction of where they were landing.

It was mid-afternoon, and there were a large number of people strolling around. Mostly Drackmarian, although there were a good number of Y'Mala also in the crowd. Ynndo had no doubt this was due to the proximity of the two planets - one was probably a vacation spot for the other and vice versa.

Ynndo had left his swoop behind about a mile before entering the city - he had not wanted to attract attention. Somewhat exhausted, he began to wish he hadn't. Although the wound in his back was greatly healed, it still ached and he had a blaster burn on his shoulder. He also had a number of bruises from his battle with Cradossk. Looking around the streets, he wondered if he should try to find a cantina to sit down in for a while.

Probably a bad idea. Such locales often attracted trouble, and Ynndo didn't want any trouble. Besides, there may be spies from the Guild in there.

Best to press on then. Ynndo had already taken a good look at the streets and had noted how the wide, dusty streets often admitted a landspeeder or some other kind of repulsorlift transport. There seemed to be some kind of public transportation system going. It would probably be safe to get a ride to the spaceport. He probably had enough credits for a ticket...

Suddenly a hairy arm grabbed him and pulled the Rodian into an alley. A blaster was shoved against Ynndo's temple.

"Hand over all your money!" a rough voice demanded.

Damn...

 

"Sing has been captures, my Lord," Siryk reported, bowing down before the image of Darth Sidious.

"Good," Sidious replied, a cold smile forming on his hidden face. "Do not kill her yet. I have a little...surprise waiting for her."

Siryk looked up in confusion. What did his Master have in mind? "My Lord?"

"Do you have a hearing problem, Siryk?"

Feeling a rush of terror flow through his veins, Siryk avoiding the man's cold stare. "No, my Lord. Sing will not be executed."

Sidious nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Bring her back to Coruscant within five hours."

The image of the Sith Lord disappeared.

Siryk rose to his feet and gnashed his teeth. He called for his second-in-command. "Choran, report to my office."

Choran was in moments later. "Yes, my Master?"

"Bring Aurra Sing and all the prisoners in her block to the main chamber. We're going to have a little...demonstration."

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Sing awoke to the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor. She rose to her feet, instantly alert. "What now?" she demanded.

Zaara shrank back against the wall in fear. "It's time," she choked.

"Time for what?"

"To die," Zaara said.

 

Why isn't anyone posting?

 

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!

 

Jaster Mereel's face creased into a hard glare, as he stared through the viewport at the stars. Rage boiled up in him as he recalled the Sith's words - Sidious had spoken to him on the bridge of the Night Shadow, and had made many things clear. How Sing had bragged about killing Shaana - how she had demanded twice the original bounty, even though she had failed to bring the Jedi in alive.

Deep down, he knew it probably wasn't true, but he could believe she would be capable of it. A vicious monster, that was what she was - cold, with no trace of humanity.

Well then, in order to defeat her, Mereel must become likewise. His earlier hesitation had been a mistake. If he had only remembered...I've taken out Jedi, and have their lightsabers to prove it. Sing had said that, all those days ago on Nar Shaddaa. It had stung then, but he had pushed it back, pushed it down inside him. He had been concerned with his hunt - he was still young, he still had things to learn.

Yet Mereel felt old, far older than he really was. He looked reflectively at the Mandalorian helmet on the floor in the corner. But no - Boba Fett would rest until Shaana had been avenged.

A light flashed in front of him - a transmission had been recieved. It was just a short note, informing him that he might like to come to Coruscant.

He stared at it. No. He couldn't leave, and risk Sing escaping. But something told him this was important...and maybe Sing had already slipped under his nose?

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The planet Y'Mala turned, spinning slowly through space. Above it, the Slave I shifted so that it was pointing on a vector Corewards. For a moment, it drifted, then the thrusters powered up and the ship became a blur, a dot, then nothing as it made the jump to lightspeed.

Unseen and cloaked, two Sith Infiltrators moved off in pursuit.

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Sing, Zaara, and dozens of other prisoners were led down the corridor and into the main prison chamber. Sing looked up and recognized Siryk and several Sith Lords/prison guards. All carried vibrowhips, and judging by the anticipated sneers on their faces, Sing had a pretty good premonition of what was going to happen.

One of the guards, without even a word of warning, struck Sing a glancing blow in the back of the head with his club, sending the bounty hunter stumbling to the floor. Sing's vision swam, and she felt blood soaking into her hair. Slowly but surely, she got back up, casting a venomous glance at the guard. He smiled at her back, gesturing with his weapon.

Sing gnashed her teeth, trying to control her anger. Not now. Later...

"Welcome, refugees of Y'Mala!" Siryk shouted, his booming voice echoing in the vast chamber. "As you can see, we've brought you all here for a very important reason. My master, Lord Sidious, has contacted me, and wishes for me to dispose of any prisoners we may have here. And wouldn't you know it, you've all been selected to be the first victims. You should be very proud."

As the Sith Lord spoke, his companions, drew closer to the prisoners, brandishing their virbrowhips. Sing stepped back, a terror she had never felt before rising in her stomach.

"I leave the fun to my comrades," Siryk said, as he turned and left.

One of the Y'Mala stepped forth. "Sirs, I beg you. Do not do this! The Republic will not rest until they had captured every last one of you. You've already lost this war. Please, let us go."

The prison guard who had attacked Sing turned toward the young man, and with a flick of his wrist, smacked the vibrowhip across his face, tearing great gashes into his soft flesh. The Y'Mala screamed for mercy, but the Sith Lords ignored his pleas and lashed their weapons all over his body, not stopping until they had taken his life.

Zaara looked away, tears welling in her eyes. Sing sucked in a deep breath. Somehow, she knew she would be next.

Indeed, the lead prison guard stood before her now, holding his club inches from her face. "Now...who's next?" he asked teasingly, his eyes fixated on the bounty hunter.

Sing looked up at him, and a smile spread across her face. "Can this be multiple choice?" she asked.

The guard uttered an angry growl, and brought the club upon her head--

Moving swiftly, Sing sidestepped the blow, snatched the arm holding the club, and snapped the blow at the elbow.

As the guard fell, clutching his broken arm, Sing snatchedc his club and advanced toward the second Sith. Before he could attack, she brained him in the head with the weapon, cracking open his skull. Then, with a spin, she buried the sharp edge of the mace into the gut of the final guard. The man groaned and fell back, the club deep within his stomach.

With all three guards down, Sing turned toward the bedraggled refugees. "What do you see we ditch this hellhole?" she said.

The Y'Mala, still not recovered from the shock at watching her kill, reluctantly followed her out of the chamber.

 

Wow. Excellent posts! Please keep it up!

 

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"Ya costrah shikte?" said Ynndo, and contrived to look as bewildered as possible.

"Aw, he doesn't understand Basic," said the alien in front of him, "But I think he gets the general idea. Here, you speakee Huttese? Chubba kapta boshu, poudu?"

Ynndo just stared. "Aah, you ain't putting one over on me. Ain't nobody stupid enough to wander the Outer Rim on his own, who don't speak Huttese or Basic." The alien grinned nastily, and moved closer to Ynndo, scanning the Rodian's jacket professionally. He leaned forward to remove it.

At that moment Ynndo's silently moving foot came up, tripping the man holding a blaster to him. In one movement Ynndo scoopend his reserve blaster from his boot and shot the alien in the head. Without turning his head he brought his foot to the right and down, hard. The other attacker's face went crunch, putting any thought of getting back up at rest.

Nearby people had heard the blast and were peering inquisitively into the alley. There was no hope of Ynndo getting back out and losing himself in the crowd. Local security forces would be arriving any moment. Ynndo headed back down the alley, and found a wall that was relatively climbable. Hoisting himself onto the roof of a building, he looked around to see if anyone had noticed him climb up. Satisfied that nobody had, he headed off along the rooftops.

 

Hey, Jedi Rox, that was an excellent post! I loved how you portrayed Boba Fett's darker side. Kinda creepy. I sure wouldn't want to be in his way at the moment.

Jedi15, good job as well! Especially when Sing broke that dude's arm. <CRUNCH> Ouch! eek.gif

Please keep writing!