Clubbing

[Jacket]

It's been days since Jacket had the nightmare that involved other primes which were strangers to him. Lately, he's been trying to take it easy, back at his apartment and around in tier four. Not only he's been exploring places but driving in his Delorean around between tier one through tier four since he found it relaxing from looking at the different skylines. Sometimes, he would park somewhere that had a pleasant view of the city and spend about an hour or more enjoying the view. On the news, he's been hearing another vigilante has risen within Coruscant and they described as Batman wearing nothing but black and gray with a bat symbol on his chest.

When Jacket saw the sighting of this so-called "Batman" on the news, it's funny that he looked like a hero from a comic book. Although this was the Omniverse and there are primes that come from strange places. There was also another report going around about a prime who was being wanted by the Empire and he appeared to be another hero from a comic book. Strangely enough, the picture of the prime had a huge smile. Probably the biggest smile that Jacket has ever seen.

They called him "All Might" and judging from his recorded height, he was a buffed out prime. Not only they got noticed but the orc mafia's weapons warehouse that exploded made it on television too. Dante's Abyss has recently begun and Jacket has been watching it a lot back at his apartment or out getting a drink at a local bar. Jacket thought it was interesting that the Omniverse had a show with people that would fight for survival. At least it was primes and Jacket could see why they would use them rather than secondaries. Sometimes when Dante's Abyss came on, he would summon pizza and soda for his dinner if he was at his apartment. Eating and watching this competition with a bunch primes that came from different verses was cool.

For a while, his home phone hasn't gone off with strange calls. He would get a telemarketer call which those were always refused by himself. Still, something strange was happening to him as always. Every day, Jacket hasn't forgotten the words his deceased hooker girlfriend has said to him in his past nightmare.

"Come meet me at the library on Tier-5 when you wake up,"

Days have gone by, he's been telling himself that it wasn't real and his mind are playing tricks on him. Today has been good for him so far. His morning was relaxing with a delicious meal. The news still sparked about certain primes that were changing the city. After watching TV for a bit, he switched to an input channel and turned on his NES and put in a game cartridge. The game that was on the TV screen was Contra, a shoot ‘em up game. Jacket wasn't really into the advanced game systems that were advertised and still liked playing his games like he was back in 1989.

After playing the game for thirty minutes, his retro home phone began to ring.

Jacket ignored the ringing since he thought it was another telemarketer. The answering machine began to speak after the phone ranged enough times.

"You have a new message!"

BEEP!

"Hey! This is Chris from Neon Nights Club and we are inviting you to a special party tonight! There will be great party music playing and the dance floor is amazing! Make sure you come with your killer moves to show off to anyone. The best part is, drinks are on the house! That's right free drinks! Our address is 2011 SW 19th Street. Dress to kill! See ya!"

CLICK

The message end while Jacket was still sitting on the couch playing video games. He got off the sofa and turned the NES off. Everything got shut off and Jacket locked up his apartment before walking down the hall. The prime proceeded to the elevator and pressed the button for ground floor. It took five minutes to exit the apartment building. His Delorean was parallel parked, between hover cars.

Jacket walked onto the driver side and unlocked the car. The driver's gull wing door opened by him and got in not too fast or slow. He started up the car when he shut the door behind him and began driving down the street with his GPS giving him directions.

[Jacket]

Neon lights and street lights lit up the roads in tier four. The Delorean hummed as it drove down the street. Traffic wasn't bad having too many people. The artificial sky was turned to nighttime mode to fit the current time of the verse. Jacket stopped at a red light that turned on him. The vehicles involved in the traffic were mixed such as hover cars and automobiles. Lights from the city reflected off the sports car's stainless-steel body. Music played out of the car's radio that was turned on. Coruscant had all kinds of different radio stations. Some were music that Jacket was familiar with but others sounded weird.

Songs he hasn't heard before in 1989. Sure, he's heard artists that made hits before the 80s. From modern rap to modern pop wasn't really his kind of thing since he couldn't get used to hearing the latest genres that evolved. Dubstep was a genre he couldn't handle too. Why would people listen to music that had bass drops with weird lyrics and sounds? From how he was thinking, it made him sound like he was complaining like an old man.

Frequently when Jacket got in his car, the radio was set to a station that he was comfortable with. 108.9 FM Coruscant's Classic Hits had all sorts of classic rock or pop songs from the 70s – 80s. A song finished through the stereo of the car which Jacket didn't have up too loud.

"That was Toto with one of their greatest hits. Now I know there are not a lot of secondaries or primes that were brought into the Omniverse from the United States but I've got another hit coming right up for those that still have fond memories of living there or growing up in that time. Anyways, here's Born in the USA by Bruce Springsteen coming from 1984," said the radio host putting on the song.



Jacket turned up the radio a little more since he knew this song well. It gave him memories of the time when he served his country in Hawaii. The only time that he made friends in his life. People who had his back during the war. The only "real" family he ever had. Felt like it was just yesterday, sweating in the Godawful humid heat, mosquitos biting every second, and smelling the destruction of war on the American soil.

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Flashback
July 4th, 1985
Somwhere in Hawaii

"Happy Independence Day of 1985! Here comes a great hit from Bruce Springsteen that goes out to the soldiers who are trying to protect our freedom in the Pacific. Born in the USA," Said the radio host that boomed through a portable stereo that sat in the back of an army truck that was carrying the Ghost Wolves squad.

A convoy of the US Army drove on the dirt road through the tropical rainforest.

Sweat ran down their foreheads as they ride in the back of the truck with a canvas top covering them. Still, the heat was bad enough even when you're in the shade. Five men sat in the bed of the truck while it traveled down the road. The music blasted through the retro stereo that had an antenna extended out to reach good reception. Everyone sat quietly and let the music do the talking. From listening to the lyrics, one of the Caucasian operatives spoke who wore square shaped glasses that had a thick black frame and his red hair was long with a beard that matched the same color.

"You know, this song reminds me of my father who served in the 53rd Infantry Platoon during the Vietnam War," said the bearded operative to the squad while holding his M16 A2 rifle by the barrel with the butt planted on the surface of the truck's bed.

"Sadly, he didn't make it back home since he was killed in a POW camp near Hanoi," continued the operative but was looking down at his weapon after stating the facts in a depressed tone.

Jacket sat next to the bearded operative and listened to what he just said while smoking a cigarette with his M16 being held in his arms.

"We didn't get to have much father and son time. Those goddamn Commies killed him in the most disgraceful way. Makes me think, the reason why I signed up for this shit is to end this war and not let any more lives die," finished Jacket's friend while the song kept going.

"I joined because why the hell not? Plus, between me and this squad, I've had some issues back at home such as breaking into places and sometimes stealing which made me decided to go to the nearest recruitment and apply to leave my old troubled life," replied Barnes who was a black operative with dreadlocks and wore a green bandana wrapped around his head.

A gold earring was pierced on his left ear that glimmered. He was armed with an MP5 submachine gun and sat right across from Jacket.

"No wonder why you're always such an immature," joked Daniels who was an overweight Caucasian operative.

His head was bald and part of his face was covered with a white keffiyeh. The weapon he was holding was an M16 rifle with a grenade launcher attached to the hand guard, covering it. While not in use, the sight of the grenade launcher was flipped down.

The bearded operative and Daniels chuckled at Barnes but Jacket smiled a bit from the joking nature.

"Oh, shut up! At least sometimes I can impress the ladies unlike assholes such as you guys," barked Barnes back at the squad but still has a friendship with them.

"I still can't believe you guys can't stop picking on me. When we fight together, this squad is a force of nature to not be reckoned with!" said Barnes who's confident about the team he's in.

Everyone agreed on that statement as the army truck roared with diesel fumes puffing out. The convoy pulled up to a wooden road bridge that appeared to be blown up and the only way to cross the river. There was an abrupt stop that the vehicles made which confused the soldiers. Radio chatter went off inside the truck about the news of the blown-up bridge. Confusion was in the air for the American soldiers and the situation was odd.

KABOOOM!!!!!!

Explosive charges exploded on the dirt road that destroyed some of the vehicles and killed men. Gunfire on both sides of the road, pelted upon the ambushed convoy. Russian soldiers were in the jungle and well-hidden to surprise their enemy. Soldiers jumped off their transports and fired into the rainforest where their enemies were at. Casualties were starting to rise for the Americans. The Ghost Wolves stayed in the bed of the truck and kept their heads down while the canvas was getting destroyed by bullets.

They would blind fire at the enemy to not get hit by the excessive barrage of bullets.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?! HOW IN THE HELL THEY KNOW ABOUT THIS ROUTE? I THOUGHT THE RUSKIES HAVEN'T REACHED THIS PART YET!!!" screamed Barnes over the battle.

"APPARENTLY THEY MUST'VE FOUND SOME WAY AROUND TO GET HERE!!!!" yelled Daniels as he got up for a moment to get a clear shot but managed to fire three bullets and dove back down for cover.

"THERE'S GOT TO BE MORE THAN A DOZEN OF THEM!!!" replied Barnes blind firing his weapon over the cover.

The war rang into Jacket's ears from gunfire to screams of people dying. He saw a Marine who was half shot up crawling on the ground while his legs, bleeding from the bullet holes in his flesh. The half-dead Marine looked up at Jacket reaching his hand out and spoke his final words.

"Help… me" grunted the soldier with his last words and died from losing a lot of blood.

Jacket watched the soldier's chilling dead eyes that were staring back at him. That stare would send shivers down anyone's spine and haunt them but for Jacket, he saw these images enough to get over it. War was hell. One of the most wicked things to experience on this earth.

End of Flashback
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After twenty-five minutes of driving, Jacket had finally arrived at the club and can see that there was a line to get into the place. The name of the club really fitted it since there was tons of neon lighting wrapped around the building. It lit up the entire block and attracted a lot of clubbers. How the club was made looked advanced just like everything on tier four. He drove past the neon entrance of the club and can see two big buffed green orcs in business suits that appeared to be bouncers with sunglasses on. Ear pieces were stuck into the ears for them to communicate. They checked an electronic tablet to see if the guest was on the invited list. Some would be allowed in and others were advised to get lost.

Jacket parked outside a bit farther down the street, away from the club. The Delorean was turned off and before Jacket opened the gull wing door, he summoned his chicken mask and covered his entire head with the mask. A deep breath came out of his mouth to relax and focus. Tonight was going to be just like any other. Stay calm and slaughter the degenerates of this verse.

[Jacket]

Clunk

The gull wing door was shut by Jacket and moved around his car to get on the sidewalk. There were hardly people present at the sidewalk Jacket was at but the club down the street was rowdy. After walking a couple minutes toward the club, the masked prime turned left into an alleyway next to the booming nightclub. The alley had dumpsters and trash cans on each side. Neon lighting from around the club, lit up the way for Jacket to see where he was going since there were no street lights or any kind of lamp.

Trash littered the alley but it wasn't as bad as some places were in tier five. Music was loud from within the club that Jacket could hear outside. His footsteps on the pavement weren't noisy as he tried to keep his appearance stealthy. Of course, there was no one present in the alleyway located at a side of the nightclub. If someone saw him wearing the suspicious animal mask right now sobered or not high, they would probably report the prime.

As Jacket was getting closer at the back of the club, he can hear someone getting beat up from all the bashing noises, grunts, and moans. After he first heard the noises, he summoned his wooden baseball bat and proceeded along the wall quietly with his back against it. The weapon was held in his right hand but had the tip of the bat pointed toward the ground. Jacket stopped when he reached the end of the wall but now, the noises he heard earlier were louder since Jacket was close to who was causing all the racket. Behind the club, two orc mobsters were beating up a human black male who had black hair and was in his mid-twenties.

The mobsters were taking turns beating the guy with a wooden club. Bruises were present on the victim especially one eye was swollen badly along with a broken nose. After another series of pounding, the beaten up human spat blood out on the pavement.

"Gary, Gary, Gary… what are we going to do with you? This is the third time you were late with the payment and now my captain is getting on my ass about where is the money for this week," the orc who was unarmed said while knelt next to the client who was laying on the hardened ground in pain.

The two were in the middle of the back parking area of the club which had several parked staff and mob vehicles.

After the orc spoken, he stood back up and gave his pal the signal to do another beating on the client. As the club-wielding orc walked up to the victim and getting ready to pound the guy, the unarmed one lit a stogie and began smoking.

"I hate to do this Gary but, you made my partner and I so pissed tonight that we will kill you since were getting so fucking sick of dealing with lazy assholes such as you." the smoking orc said again puffing tobacco smoke out of his mouth.

After he finished his sentence, he was knocked so hard in the head by Jacket's brutal swing which made him fall unconscious immediately. The other one heard his friend get hit and turned around immediately, facing Jacket. He saw his partner laying on the ground, knocked out. The orc's eyes were filled with rage from the sight. The mobster attacked Jacket without hesitation but, his attack was blocked by Jacket's baseball bat. As they clash, the orc tried to focus on brute force but was headbutted. While confused from the hit to the head, Jacket swung his bat which landed on the jaw of the orc. From the sheer force, the mobster has turned around and finished off with a deadly blow to the head. The corpse fell to the ground with the head bloodied.

The bruised client cowered from Jacket's appearance since he thought he was a serial killer. The masked prime told him to go and get out of here which the client did so as he got up and limped away to find the nearest hospital. Jacket walked back over to the unconscious orc and began beating his head with the bloodied red wooden bat. After two minutes, the head was smashed and unrecognizable with brain chunks scattered. Pavement around the two bodies had at least a puddle of blood around their heads. Jacket noticed his wooden bat was beginning to crack after the hard hits he was doing on the flesh and bone.

He dropped the bat that dissolved into omnium and began thinking about summoning a new weapon. The masked prime focused about getting another useful tool of killing. A fire axe popped in his head since he remembered hacking and chopping up Russians into gory parts. Soon enough, the weapon was summoned in his hands and felt heavier than the bat by a couple pounds. Jacket examined the weapon that was granted to him. This would do better than beating someone to death.

The club had double doors on this side of the building which was the back entrance for staff. A golden sign with black metallic letters was placed on top of the doorway saying, "Staff Only". This was going to be the quietest way to get inside.

[Jacket]

Jacket entered the backroom of the club that stored alcohol, maintenance equipment, and other accessories for waitresses. There were global lockers on one wall for the staff to store their personal stuff before clocking in. Grey concrete was the interior of the backroom which didn't have a fancy appearance to it. Boxes of alcohol for the club were placed on the floor. Two orc mobsters were in the room and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. One of them had his back face the double doors that the masked prime came through.

The prime immediately swung his axe at the orc's head and decapitated him with a violent swing.

CHOPPED

A gruesome sight to see for the weak stomachs. The head fell on the floor and rolled for a second while the corpse fell after standing a moment with no head. After witnessing the scene, the second orc vomited onto the floor. That gang member never saw anything like it before. Sure, he seen people get strangled, beaten to death, stabbed, even shot but not a real decapitation.

Before he could get over how his body reacted, Jacket ran over and stabbed the orc's chest in a violent manner. The orc fell to the ground grabbing his chest with fear in his eyes as he stared back into the lifeless eyes of a chicken mask wearing maniac. Jacket kept slamming the axe repeatedly in the mobster's chest. After a series of chopping, the chest was running with blood and opened. Organs could be seen from the opening. Blood poured out of the orc's mouth and soon died from shock.

Jacket chopped two more times at the organs which made a gorier site. The head of the axe was bloodied and so was Jacket's shoes. Part of his lower pants legs was dirtied too. His axe was dropped and dissolved into omnilium. A silenced Mac 10 was summoned in his right hand. He raised the gun up with the silencer pointing straight up. The bolt handle was pulled back on the gun, ready to fire. Jacket exited the back room through a black door and was now in a hallway leading toward the dance floor. The lighting was dark red but at the end of the corridor, bright colorful strobe lights could be seen. Electronic dance music echoed throughout the club, no matter where you were at if the rooms connected to the dance floor.

As jacket made his first footsteps in the hall with his submachine gun lowered, he noticed two orc mobsters on both sides of the corridor, were sitting in the booths with a glass of alcohol and their black-market blasters pointing at him as if they were waiting for him. Both shot at the same time with blue sizzling bolts coming out of their barrels. This very moment, Jacket felt like as if everything was in slow motion. He wasn't moving fast but it felt like this time in life, his next move will determine his fate. The masked prime started to duck from the crossfire that was happening.
His eyes looked above to see the two bolts passed each other. After they passed, reality went back to normal for Jacket. Both mobsters killed each other on accident but alerted the others that sat in the booths. Suddenly, they got out of their booths in a mad dash and went for Jacket. The music was starting to build up before the orcs open fire. When the bass dropped, Jacket pulled the trigger and began shooting at the mobsters that popped out. He dodged a couple of bolts from the blasters and kept shooting. Orcs began to drop from being filled with bullets. Once he was halfway across the corridor, his clip was empty and had no time to reload since there were more mobsters coming out the booths.

Jacket threw his gun so hard at one of the closest orcs, it hit him in the face and dazed the orc. While stunned, Jacket dashed at the gangster and grabbed his blaster. The weapon in the mobster's hand was forcefully pointed upwards and against his head by the masked prime. Jacket made the orc pulled the trigger and killed himself. A blue bolt went straight through his head which blood and bits of flesh exploded from the hole in the head. The killer prime grabbed the blaster from the deceased orc and turned to the left side and fired before a tusked mobster could get a shot.

A bolt went straight through his heart and caused him to grip his left side of the chest. The body fell backward into the booth room. Jacket dropped the blaster that was now useless to him. Another one from the next booth came over to the booth that Jacket was in and using cover. His blaster was raised high but when he came around, the prime was crouched at the draped entrance has already summoned his next weapon which was his wooden baseball bat. It was as if Jacket was waiting for a stupid move to be made by these brute thinking gang members.

The masked prime made a harsh swing with his bat colliding into the fat stomach of the orc. A gasp came out of the mobster's mouth from the wind that was knocked out of him. When the orc reacted with his upper body bending toward the ground, Jacket raised the bat high above his head and swung down upon the skull.

WHAM

The body fell to the ground with his head split open pouring blood. Jacket did a couple more swings upon the orc's head and turned it into a busted watermelon with blood splattering on the luxurious carpet. Everyone in this corridor was now dead and at least there weren't any civilians around to witness the massacre. Jacket walked out of the booth and proceeded toward the dance floor with his bat resting on his right shoulder. He breathed in through his nose and out of his mouth to catch his breath. Before walking onto the dance floor, he dropped his bat which dissolved into omnilium.

Strange, it felt like he was being watched by someone. He turned his head and looked up at the right corner of the room, seeing a security camera. The room was under surveillance the whole time and Jacket realized that they noticed he was infiltrating. Not only it felt like he's being watched… but followed too. Before exiting the hallway with booths, he looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was following.

Only death could be seen and no one was alive. Jacket focused back on the booming dance and proceeded to the busy main dance floor that invited him with colorful strobes of light.



Meanwhile

In a luxurious office overseeing the club's dance floor with a one-way mirror as a wall, a man in his late twenties wore a casual business attire sat at behind his fancy desk in a rolling leather chair. He was Caucasian with a clean shave and spiky brown hair. His body weight was normal, not too skinny nor fat. Two busty hourglass Caucasian women treated him for pleasure in lingerie wear. One had long dark red hair with plump red lips and gave the man a message on his shoulders while she was topless. The other had cyan hair but her hairstyle was pigtails. Her lips were plump as well with cyan lipstick and she kneeled in front of the man with his pants and underwear down.

The cyan girl was giving enjoyment to his manhood. She was topless too, revealing her big rack. A series of hard knocking can be heard at his office door. He tried to ignore it while he was just trying to relax with the ladies he paid well tonight. Again, knocking happened at the door but harder this time with no patience.

"Excuse me for a second ladies." The man said with a seductive tone.

"CAN YOU FUCK OFF CUNT!!!" the man yelled at the person who was knocking at the door.

"Dammit Wade, this is some serious shit I have to alert you about!" an orc mobster said on the other side of the door which made his voice sound muffled.

Wade sighed from what the orc said. He told ladies to pause their jobs which they obeyed and stood on each side of the man. The orc at the door, punched in the security code of the door to unlock it. He stepped into the office and shut the door behind him. This mobster had a long scratch scar running down his left arm. Both arms had tattoos on them with designs that signify the family he committed to. The orc stood at the front of the desk with his eyes narrowed down at Wade.

"We've got an intruder; our boys are going to have to go on full alert around your place. He's already killed some of our men. I'm calling for reinforcements to come so we can make sure this fucker gets iced for good." The orc said pulling out his cell phone.

"No! no! no! We're not doing that damn parade again! It took a long-ass time to get these people back into my club and not feel threatened. How bad can this guy be? I mean you said it's one guy, right? Not several." Wade responded while getting a glass vile that was filled with spore out of the desk.

He poured a little on his right index finger and snorted it.

"Besides, this is the only way I can get a lot of money in for the protection. Speaking of payment, I got your bag sitting here nice and full of OM right on time for Mr. Fisteye." Wade continued pointing toward the white duffle bag sitting next to his desk.

"Dammit Wade, I hate when your right… Alright fine, we'll see if we can do it for ourselves. I know it'll make Fisteye happy." The orc responded looking away at the one-way mirror, watching over the crowd of party goers.

"Splendid! Now, what about you take your business somewhere else while I can have a good night with these two gorgeous vixens." Wade cooed at the girls which made them giggle.

After the conversation, the orc mobster left the office and shut the door behind him which automatically locked. While walking down the stairs, he talked into his earpiece to alert others.

"Stay awake fellas, I have good feeling this is the fucker who's been wrecking Fisteye's operations." The orc said with seriousness.

[Luci]

"What the fuck is this?" Luci asks reasonably. Five scantily clad women are passed out in a pile of drug paraphernalia in the living room. Two of them Luci recognize as Danny and Dungbomb, a pair of reasonably competent Hufflepunks. The other three are Twi'leks that Luci has never seen before.

"Some blow ins," says Weasel. "My goons gotta have fun too."

Luci claps her hands loudly, startling the women into groggy, head-achey wakefulness. Danny and Dungbomb leap up when they see Weasel and Luci's stern faces, and the Twi'lek take their cue and stand sheepishly next to them. All the girls are trying not to giggle. Luci eyes them suspiciously, particularly a green Twi'lek with Asain features and big scared eyes.

"Hmm," Luci says as she sizes them up. "I got some work for you girls."

Luci lands in a crouch in the living room of apartment 119, and looks up to see she is surrounded by five identical, beautiful blonde women. They do not seem very surprised to see her. Luci wastes no time.

"Fuck the plan" she says, panting. She presses a tiny button on her mobile dataverse device as she unwraps the asinine duct tape from her hand. "Get the Prime to the Library, like, now."

The five women nod, not in unison.

They also ask five different, stupid questions that Luci ignores as she walks out the front door.

Five identical beautiful blonde women are riding in a pink Camaro east on 19th Street. They all wear identical thick makeup and identical green tube tops and identical green miniskirts. Behind their disguises, they could not be more different.

The driver is Naheesh, who usually appears as a curvy blue Twi'lek prostitute. Naheesh is speaking in her native Twi'lek to her passenger about a pair of boots that she saw at the mall today. She does not share that she is secretly more interested in a weekly spoken word meet up at the local park today.

Her passenger is Se'niah, who usually appears as her pink (and therefore more fun) counterpart. Se'niah nods as she listens to her friend prattle on about boots, but finds herself worrying about Bobby Stabs. She fingers the hammer on her Desert Eagle.

In the back seat, Danny flicks her cigarette out the window. The punk rawk witch usually appears as a petite teenage girl with blue hair and an abundance of facial piercings. She is gripping her wand tightly when she catches Dungbomb's gaze.

Dungbomb, Danny's twitch (twin witch) sister and the drummer for The Bludgers, returns a stern glance; this is going to be a rough mission.

Between the two of them, eagerly examining a loaded .44 and in full-on Stockholm mode, is Chi'Owo. Chi'Owo usually appears as a green Twi'lek. She is a lab assistant at the Imperial Armory, and generally an uptight overachiever until her recent kidnapping by the Westside.

These five women have accepted a mission, and whatever their names were before, for this mission they have only one name.

Hooker.

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Four Ork Warryorz, each one unique in it's ugliness, are riding modified Harley Davidsons going west on 19th street. They are each wearing tattered black vests with back patches reading T5 Insane Ork Warryorz.

Bringing up the rear, on an oversized motor-trike, is Grok. The hulking ogre wears a metal bike helmet that looks more like a battle helm, and beneath it his eyes are narrowed into slits.

In front of him, dwarfed by his shadow, are Jorgoth and Hrek, a pair of thugs made infamous after killing a squad of Stormtroopers using a flamethrower and chainsaw.

In the front of the formation, a sword on his left hip and a shotgun on his right hip, is a huge brown ork known as Killfist. A true sociopath, Killfist is a respected enforcer for the Orc Mafia, and he and his gang are considered 'the big guns'.

Killfist had also planned on attending the spoken word at the local park today. He has some new poetry and he had hoped to see Naheesh.

***

Both gangs pull up to Neon Lights Club at the same time.

A firefight rages on the streets of Coruscant.

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Danny gets the first shot, shooting an orange hex from her wand and blowing open the front tire on Grok's motor-trike, causing him to crash into a parked SUV.

Killfist unloads on the Camaro, his shotgun shooting balls of blue fire forcing the girls to abandon the vehicle.

Chi'Owo rises up screaming, firing her .44 wildly, missing Killfist, who aims his shotgun at her and fires a blue orbs that is only deflected at the last moment by one of Dungbomb's shield spells.

Jorgoth howls an Ork warcry as he revs his bike and drives by the other side of the car, spraying a massive flamethrower and forcing Danny to shield Se'niah and Naheesh.

The two twi'leks rise as one, their desert eagles shooting glowing red incendiary bullets that trail after the orc. They never knew which of them hit the flamethrower's gas tank and sent Jorgoth to burning death. They have little time to savor their victory.

Hrek, enraged at his companion's death, strafes by on his bike with a battle-chainsaw and rips Neheesh's head from her neck. The illusion of the blonde woman disappears, and Naheesh's lifeless blue body falls to the ground.

On the other side of the car, Chi'Owo rises and puts an incendiary bullet between his eyes.

Killfist growls and levels his automatic shotgun at Chi'Owo and cracks off a shot of the burning blue plasma. Dungbomb screams as her shield spell shatters, the strain blasting her back and knocking her out cold.

Danny roars as she launches a series of stunning hexes at Killfist, who draws his wide rusty sword to deflect the blasts of red light nonchalantly. Chi'Owo and Se'niah reload their Desert Eagles with incendiary clips and fire at the orc, but the bullets just explode off his blade.

Behind his wide sword, Killfist grins, and charges.

[Jacket]

The dance floor was rowdy and filled with people for a busy night. Waitresses wore playboy outfits and served alcoholic beverages to the partygoers. Everyone in the club had at least alcohol in their system except the staff. The size of the dance floor was the biggest room in the whole club. Booths were against the wall and had some people resting after dancing crazy. Lighting of the room was lit with black lights. Strobe lights hang from the ceiling and flashed multiple colors at the sound of the beat. There was a stage in front of the dance floor and a DJ stood on top of it with his equipment, pumping electronic music through big bass speakers.

Many humans, aliens, and fantasy species attended the club’s party. The attendees were rowdy and full of energy to dance. It was crowded on the dance floor which appeared to reach full capacity. People cheered at the DJ who sent them awesome music to party for. Jacket entered the sea of dancers to blend in so he wasn’t sticking out like a sore thumb. Some of the partygoers were wearing similar animal masks that Jacket wore too. Orc mobsters started patrolling the second floor and looking down on the dance floor from a balcony to see if they can spot the killer.

It was hard to spot out the wanted man on this crazy night. Some of the orcs went down the steps to the main dance floor and started searching everywhere for the man. The partygoers ignored the orc mobsters that were on a mission. While trying to find the masked murderer, they shoved some people out of their way. Some complained while others were about to pick a fight with them but soon got intimidated by the mobsters. Jacket escaped the crowd and spotted the entrance to the club’s basement. He exited the room and went down the steps to be out of sight.

While Jacket left, the orcs still searched the room with no patience left. On his way down the steps, he summoned his silenced MAC 10 that was fully loaded and primed to shoot. The prime finished walking fast down the stairs and entered the next room. It contained a good-sized pool with colorful lights underwater. The lighting in this room was less darkened compared to the dance floor. People surrounded the pool or were in it. They were too busy enjoying the night to notice Jacket holding a weapon. Orc mobsters were present down here, doing the same job as the others upstairs.

Meanwhile…

“I got him on my camera feed again. He’s now in the pool area and has summoned a silenced SMG!” alerted the orc on the walkie talkie while watching screens of live footage inside a security room on the second floor.

“Roger that, were on our way.” responded an orc on the radio channel.

Jacket aimed the SMG with both of his hands and began shooting across the pool, at the sight of orcs. Two out of the five were hit and fell into the pool, causing the water to become red with their blood. Guests screamed and began climbing out of the pool in chaos. They made their way out of the basement from the danger. The three orcs that survived, rushed for cover with burners in their hands. One jumped and slid over the bar for cover while others ducked behind black square planters that held indoor palm trees.

After getting into their spots, they blasted at the masked prime. Jacket ran around the pool to dodge the incoming blazing blue balls and sprinted behind a printed glass wall of a sunset scene with palm trees. When the blaster shots hit something, sparks would fly and leave scorch marks. The firepower of the burners caused the glass to shatter.

The prime did a baseball slide toward a black square planter to escape the intense series of blue balls. He successfully got into cover and reloaded his weapon to make sure he wasn’t about to run out of bullets. The orcs were five yards away from him. Ones that were ducking behind the planters shifted to another side of the object to not be hit. They started reloading their burners quickly as possible. Jacket stood up and laid down suppressing fire on the planters causing them to chip away from the impact of bullets. The orc behind the bar finished reloading then stood up and opened fired at the exposing prime.

Jacket ducked behind the planter quick and was barely hit. He leaned to his right side with his gun in the right hand and fired at the orc who was behind the bar. The orc got shot a couple times and fell to the ground, dying. Others were enraged at their fallen comrade and fired back at the planter that Jacket hid behind.

“DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKIN COCKSUCKER!!!!” yelled one of the orcs while releasing his anger.

Jacket’s cover started to fall apart faster from a number of blaster shots. When the orcs crouched behind their cover to reload, now was the chance for Jacket to act. He darted out from his cover and dropped his weapon which turned into omnilium. The next weapon he summoned was his wooden baseball bat. Jacket reached the damaged planters and fought the orc on the left. He made a harsh downward swing upon the crouched orc’s head. The bat collided into the mobster’s skull, causing him a comatose. Jacket got the gangster’s body before it fell on the ground to use as a body-shield.

The last orc stood up and opened fired at where Jacket stood. Burner shots impacted the corpse that protected the masked prime. After the power cell emptied, Jacket threw the body to the side and charged at the last orc of the room. The murderous prime did a blow to the mobster’s head, bruising it and caused bleeding. Jacket beat the orc’s body severely with no mercy.

Soon after, the reinforcements came done the steps and opened fire at the hostile prime.  Jacket escaped the fury of blazing blue balls by turning around and running toward the bar. He leaped over the counter and stayed behind it for cover. The bat was dropped and dissolved into omnilium. His silenced SMG was summoned again and fully loaded with a fresh clip. Jacket took a deep breath while holding his gun in both hands. Blaster shots continued to happen for a moment but were stopped. The group of orcs had four members and they stood on the other side of the pool. Smoke started to fill the room from the amount of burner blaster shots were made. They tried to see through the dark lighting and smoke for the prime’s dead body.

The masked gunman got up from the bar and walked into the smoke while spraying at where the enemy shots came from. The effect of a silencer, it made Jacket’s attack remained well hidden and surprised the group before they could make another move. All of them got shot from the prime’s gunfire and fell to the floor or in the pool dead. More blood filled the pool’s chlorine water, now it was redder than before. Jacket walked around the pool and anticipated to see if anyone was alive. His footsteps remained quiet so he wouldn’t alert anyone. Walking out of the smoke, he saw two corpses on the side of the pool while the other two were faced down in the water floating.

A relief sensation came over him but he knew that this shouldn’t be all of them since the club had a decent size. Jacket turned his weapon back into omnilium and went up the steps to exit the crime scene. Still, the party was going when he exited the basement. Electronic music was still in the air with the dance filled intoxicated partygoers enjoyed it. Jacket found a stair case near the basement entrance and began to walk up toward the balcony of the club. A lot of people were on the balcony too but were chilling and relaxing with drinks in their hands.

[Jacket]

Three orc mobsters were present on the balcony but had their focus on the people below. This time, Jacket didn’t summon a weapon to take them out. He walked toward the closest one with stealth. The loud music drowned out any noise that could be made which would make Jacket’s killing easy in this room. People that attended the party tried to stay away from any orc mobsters due to their impatient and violent behavior. Jacket walked by a table and grabbed an empty alcohol bottle. He held the bottle by the neck but turned it upside down.

When the masked prime walked past another table, he hit the glass bottle against the hard table. This caused the bottle to shatter but formed into a weapon with sharp shards of glass that was connected to the unbroken half of the bottle. Jacket closed in on the first orc who didn’t pay any attention to anyone behind him. The orc’s weapon was holstered which was a burner. He stood behind his target close enough that he could breathe down his spine. Jacket wrapped his left arm around the neck of the mobster from behind and had him in a head lock.

The orc strangled to breathe with gasps coming out of his mouth. A stab was made in the back of the gangster by Jacket. Eyes of the victim widen from the multiple stabs that Jacket made. Blood started to bleed through the orc’s attire and ran down to his pants. The killer kept stabbing until the victim stopped struggling and his eyes became lifeless. Jacket dropped the body and had his attention on the second orc. The corpse leaned against the railing and sunk to the floor. After the series of stabbing, his bottle became brittle and would likely break if used again. He moved to the second enemy stealthily.

The orc still looked down at the crowd trying to find the killer but leaving to search somewhere else was on his mind. When he turned around, the mobster met Jacket face to face. A shock and disturbed expression were on the gangster’s face. Horrified by the half bloody prime wearing a nightmarish mask, he felt as if his body became stiff. The murderer wasted no time and sliced the throat of the gangster. Blood started gurgling out of his mouth and he tried to grab Jacket’s mask but was shoved against the railing with a broken bottle lodged in his gory throat.

The corpse slumped to the floor with blood pouring onto the carpet. Jacket kneeled in front of the body because of a shiny object that the orc had caught his attention. He saw an orc-made knife that was in an inside blazer pocket. He looted the knife and turned around to see the last mobster noticed he killed his other buddies. Before he pulled out his blaster, the masked killer threw the knife at the orc and landed dead center, between his eyes. The dead orc fell backward and landed on the floor with his back. Jacket stood up and noticed no more orcs were here in this room. There were hardly any more mobsters in this club but only the leader was left. Jacket turned away from the gruesome scene and walked.

Luckily enough there wasn’t anyone present on the balcony now and appeared as the partygoers wanted to be on the ground floor and dance to a killer track that the DJ put on. A doorway was next to the top of the stairwell caught Jacket’s attention. It had a similar “Staff Only” sign screwed on top as the back door had. The prime ignored what the sign said and proceeded through. On his left, there was a short stair case that had ten steps.

A dark area was behind Jacket as he faced the stairs. Right when he placed his foot on the first step, the orc leader came out of the darkness with an orc-made dagger in his right hand. Jacket was stopped by being held in a headlock. The leader held his dagger high and stabbed Jacket in the shoulder harshly. Pain jolted in Jacket’s body making him grit his teeth but trying to not let out a scream.

“Got you, motherfucking psychopath,” whispered the orc in Jacket’s ear.

How close the leader was, Jacket could smell his disgusted breath. In this scenario, a typical normal secondary would be shaking in their boots but the masked prime show no fear. The orc felt enjoyment by twisting his dagger slightly back and forth, tearing the flesh even more. Jacket tried to ignore the pain and lift his left arm up with his strength. He trembled to raise it but successfully got his hand on the enemy’s dagger. They fought over the dagger to control it. This became a tug of war for the both.

“Relax, I can smell the stench that you’re a fucking fish! Everything will be over soon and if we ever see your ass again, well make sure that every single one of us will have a banishment circle so we can ban your ass. Then you’ll have to suck Diablo’s dick if you want to be back in the other verses. Hehehe,” said the orc in a threatening tone.

Jacket didn’t heed the warning and still fought for the dagger. He focused hard on his strength and attempted to not think of anything else. Suddenly, the weapon’s blade slowly moved out from Jacket’s flesh. This wasn’t a walk in the park for Jacket with this stab injury he received. As the blade was being pulled out, the prime’s shoulder began to bleed with more pain.  The orc didn’t give up so easily and still fought Jacket. Both of their hands holding the weapon stopped moving due to the intense battle of strength. The blade was about to exit Jacket’s shoulder but the tip of it was still in his skin.

Growling came out of their mouths while fighting over the dagger. After focusing for a long time, the blade moved out of Jacket’s shoulder. The masked prime forced the weapon to stab the orc’s left hand which was successful. A shrieking painful scream came out of the orc and he let go Jacket realizing the dagger went straight through his hand. While paying attention to get the knife out of his hand, Jacket made a hard punch into the orc’s face that caused him to stumble and his vision to be blurry for a second.

Jacket summoned an Ithaca 37 Stakeout shotgun that was loaded with twelve-gauge rounds. The weapon appeared in his left hand. It can only carry four rounds due to how small the gun was compared to other shotguns. He pumped the shotgun single handily causing the whole body of the weapon to jump up and down. Jacket aimed the gun in both hands and fired two shots.

BOOM

Click-clack

BOOM

 The loud noises went off but people ignored it while getting drunk and partied like there was no tomorrow. The first shot impacted the orc’s stomach causing it to burst with guts and organs going all over the place. For the final shot, it pierced the chest but didn’t make a big mess as the stomach did. His target was demolished by getting shot up at close range.

The corpse hit the wall while holding the dagger and slid down with a lifeless movement. More blood covered Jacket but he wasn’t completely soaked. Redness stained the walls which were originally painted purple. Organs were all over the ground and bottom steps from exploding out of the stomach by the tight spread pellets. The face on the dead orc had a defeated expression. Jacket pumped the shotgun again and began climbing the steps with no interruption this time. Each step had pain flowing through him from the injury. Bleeding kept happening in his shoulder but had no time to summon first aid and fix it.

[Jacket]

He reached the locked office door that required a key code on the number pad. This didn’t stop Jacket so he fired one shot at the lock to open the door. One more round was left and he knew that he had to make it count since whoever was behind that door has noticed his presence. With a quick movement, Jacket opened the door after a second when the lock broke. He entered the office and raised the shotgun in his right hand, grasping the pistol grip. Wade rose in his chair, holding an Orc burner in one hand and ready to kill the murderer as soon he stepped into his office. Two whores that were still topless stood at both sides of the desk with fear in their eyes.

The only way to kill one or another was to have the fastest trigger finger. Having hours experiencing basic training and combat in the military this helped Jacket to have an edge. When he first stepped into the office, the chicken masked prime fired immediately before Wade could get a shot. The pellets ripped through his hands causing them to be injured and bloodied. His weapon was dropped onto the desk following a yelp of pain from Wade. He fell back and landed in his desk chair that had rich black leather.

Jacket dropped the shotgun immediately and walked up to the desk. The whores and Wade were disgusted by the gory mess that was on Jacket’s clothing. Wade’s women stood on the left and right-side corners of the room ready to pee in their underwear from the presence of the psycho killer.

“S-SHIT! Y-Y-YOU FUCKIN SHOT ME!!! GODDAMMIT, LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO MY HANDS YOU FUCKED UP MANIAC!!!” screamed Wade at Jacket who stood in front of his desk.

Jacket reached over the desk and grabbed the club owner by the collar and dragged him across the piece of furniture. He turned to the big one-way mirror window while holding Wade. The prime shoved him at the window causing Wade to hit his back against it. Jacket started punching his face with each punch getting harder than the last. Bruises started appearing on Wade’s young face. His eyes began to puff and a couple teeth fell out.

Jacket broke his nose soon enough which caused it to bleed. Blood sprayed on the glass surface but the attendees of the party couldn’t see what was going on through the one-way mirror because of the reflection effect to give privacy for the office. Wade’s face was now puffed up from all the damage that Jacket inflicted. His vision became blurry and his ears rang from the hard punches that the masked killer served. Jacket shoved him again at the huge glass one-way mirror window and turned around to grab his shotgun.

“Your ass is going to be so fuckin dead when Fisteye finds out what you did to his client.” spoke Wade with blood running out from his mouth while Jacket walked back over with his shotgun in his hands.

Jacket reloaded one buckshot into the gun and pumped it. No comebacks came out of Jacket’s mouth but an intimidating silence was made by him. He shoved the shotgun barrel against Wade’s torso and pulled the trigger, causing a powerful boom to ring in everyone’s ears in the room. Organs and guts exploded out of Wade and parts of it landed on Jacket. Ear-splitting screams came out of the topless women’s mouths from being scared of the gunfire.

The one-way mirror shattered and Wade’s gory body flew back in the air then landed on the crowded dance floor. Everyone became frightened at what just happened. The electronic music got cut off and was replaced with the attendees screaming and panicking to make it out of the club to get away from the horrofic sight. Jacket starred at everyone scrambling to leave through the exits. Some people got a glance of the prime for a split second but were shoved to get to the doors. After a couple of minutes waiting for everyone to escape, the club was now filled with dead silence but the strobe lights kept flashing on the dance floor.

Jacket turned away from the broken window and walked over to the desk. Death was on their minds the whores were thinking about as the masked killer approached them but he ignored the ladies. He saw the money-filled bag next to the desk and decided to grab it. Jacket with money duffle bag, left the whores alone and walked out of the office leaving them there with a scene that will scar their life.

After five minutes, Jacket exited the club through the front entrance and seen that everyone fled the scene. The prime didn’t meet a silent scene on the street but instead an unexpected battle that occurred. Destruction filled the street with broken cars and motorcycles littering the paved ground. Mostly, dead bodies of Ork Warryorz were lying on the street and one decapitated blue twi’lek. He saw the leader who was the last one standing and holding his rusty sword. The orc was ready to carve the identical hookers like turkey.

Jacket dropped the money bag for minute to reloaded one buckshot into his gun so he can get the jump on Killfist before he killed the women. He aimed the shotgun in both hands and fired at Killfist's back. The target stood ten yards away from the masked prime. His shot hit the orc’s back and stopped him from killing the others but he wasn’t down yet.

“GAH!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?” yelled Killfist from the pain he felt in his back.

He started to bleed from the back and turned around to see who did that. His grin that he had a second ago turned into an angry frown. Killfist didn’t expect to see a bloodied man wearing a letterman jacket and a chicken mask while holding a short shotgun. He was baffled where the man came from but was shot in the head by Chi’Owo, causing half of it to explode. The headless corpse fell on the hard pavement with smoke coming out at the of the neck.

It took a minute for Jacket to realize the women he saved were all dressed identically. Strangely, they looked familiar as someone apart of his memory. Jacket picked up the money bag and approached them but silently with no words to greet them. All of the identical women gave him a strange feeling.

[Luci]

Chi’Owo has had a strange weekend. The young Chinese-Twi’lek Imperial scientist managed to find herself the victim of a carjacking, ended up kidnapped by the Westside gang, got in a fist fight and a gun fight, fell madly in love with her captors, experimented with designer drugs, joined the Westside gang, was shapeshifted by Luci into a beautiful blonde woman, and watched one of her new friends get beheaded.

Perhaps the beheading is the straw that snaps Chi’Owo mind.

When the smoking pistol in front of her face cools, Chi’Owo is completely gone. She is, mind and body, simply Hooker. She stares into the eyes of the rooster mask.

“Get to the house,” Hooker commands to her shell shocked companions. Danny and Seniyah together lift Dungbombs unconscious body onto the back of one of the orc’s Harleys. “Leave me a bike,” she adds, her gaze never leaving the prime.

Hooker saunters over to the masked orc killer fearlessly as the girls drive off.

He is tense, covered in blood and clothed in a magnificent jacket. His breathing is ragged, his hands are shaking on his shotgun, his trigger finger quivering, but Hooker is not afraid. He would never hurt her.

She comes to within an inch of his beak. He cocks his gun. Hooker smirks.

“Is that any way to treat your Girlfreind?” she asks in a husky whisper.

“Where is she?” the killer asks flatly.

“I’m right here, baby,” Hooker giggles. “Wanna take me for a-”

“WHERE IS SHE?” he roars, grabbing her by her hair and jamming the barrel into her face.

Hooker screams, and disappears. Only Chi’Owo is left, tears in the green twi’leks eyes. The killer stares at her for a moment, sighs, and lets her fall to the floor.

“Th-The library,” Chi’Owo says from the floor. She wipes her nose. “Come on. I’ll take you.”

The rooster masked prime does not move.

“No more lies,” he insists. “I can’t keep my head straight anymore. No more tricks, no more lies.”

Chi’Owo nods, her fingers crossed tightly behind her back.

Above them all, spray painted on the beam of a traffic light, a little pink graffiti squirrel watches the pair hop on a motorcycle and tear off east on 19th street, towards the Library.