Zereth Lancer
Sep 12th, 2008, 02:33:31 AM
Had he returned here so soon? Was he not just here a month before hunting down criminals as a sort of caped vigilante superhero? Had he not also been chased off planet for his actions rather then the praise he had hoped to receive? Was it truly impossible for a few good actions to go awarded in this wonderful galaxy? Or was he simply destined to never find a home nor happiness? Regardless he was back, not to play the part of the vigilante but rather to repay a few debts that had collected when local air control scorched the hull of his ship as he left the atmosphere. It had been enough to demand he leave at once, but to fire at him as he did so had been dishonorable, and those responsible would pay for their sins and transgressions.
Truth be told he felt more the finger of God then an assassin as he moved silently through the streets an alleys of a dark Nar Shaddaaian night. His ship had been left on Bespin and he had come here via civilian transport lest his ship be recognized. From there he had landed and moved out at once, waiting in an alley until it got dark and then donning his black cloth wrap outfit that covered his entire body save for his hands, feet, and head. Full arm leather gauntlets were slipped on with a spring loaded wrist blade hiding within the leather. Soft cloth slippers would make his footsteps nonexistant as he stealthed from one street to the next. Finally a cloth was wrapped around his face in such a fashion that it left the space around his eyes visible. His identity secured, he felt confident for what he was planning this night. A single curved Juraiyan blade adorned his back and the pouches on his belt held many hidden, deadly items. While he felt he was betraying the Juraiya creed by bringing his laser weapons along, he still had the two dueling lightsabres tied down to the back of his belt, out of the way and fitted snug enough so that they would not swing with his movements or cause noise.
And it was with like that, with the night sky above him and a thousand stars twinkling in the abyss that he slunk his way to the alley between a prestigious night club and a erotica shop and waited. It was some time before a man stumbled out of the nightclub, clearly more than a little intoxicated but not oblivious to his surroundings. Some intel, that had come at a price, had informed him that the man, one of the planet officials responsible for his banishment a month ago, frequented the nightclub and then slipped over to the erotica shop for some risque holovids. So it was as the man passed between the two buildings that the lone assassin stepped out, reached his arms around the man and pulled him back into the alley kicking and screaming. The man was tossed to the dirty ground and then his screams were silenced as the curved blade was pulled and brought down in one smooth movement, removing the man's head and much of his right shoulder as the blade sliced through his body.
And then there was only silence.
Truth be told he felt more the finger of God then an assassin as he moved silently through the streets an alleys of a dark Nar Shaddaaian night. His ship had been left on Bespin and he had come here via civilian transport lest his ship be recognized. From there he had landed and moved out at once, waiting in an alley until it got dark and then donning his black cloth wrap outfit that covered his entire body save for his hands, feet, and head. Full arm leather gauntlets were slipped on with a spring loaded wrist blade hiding within the leather. Soft cloth slippers would make his footsteps nonexistant as he stealthed from one street to the next. Finally a cloth was wrapped around his face in such a fashion that it left the space around his eyes visible. His identity secured, he felt confident for what he was planning this night. A single curved Juraiyan blade adorned his back and the pouches on his belt held many hidden, deadly items. While he felt he was betraying the Juraiya creed by bringing his laser weapons along, he still had the two dueling lightsabres tied down to the back of his belt, out of the way and fitted snug enough so that they would not swing with his movements or cause noise.
And it was with like that, with the night sky above him and a thousand stars twinkling in the abyss that he slunk his way to the alley between a prestigious night club and a erotica shop and waited. It was some time before a man stumbled out of the nightclub, clearly more than a little intoxicated but not oblivious to his surroundings. Some intel, that had come at a price, had informed him that the man, one of the planet officials responsible for his banishment a month ago, frequented the nightclub and then slipped over to the erotica shop for some risque holovids. So it was as the man passed between the two buildings that the lone assassin stepped out, reached his arms around the man and pulled him back into the alley kicking and screaming. The man was tossed to the dirty ground and then his screams were silenced as the curved blade was pulled and brought down in one smooth movement, removing the man's head and much of his right shoulder as the blade sliced through his body.
And then there was only silence.