07-02-2017, 08:30 PM
It was just another day on the job, or so Max thought. Guard duty in a casino was dreadfully boring, save for the occasional miscreant and argument gone wrong, there was hardly much to do when you were frequently assigned to guard detail around the surveillance room. The tall, fair skinned man in a dark, albeit simple uniform that essentially little more than a suit, somewhat loose-fitting due to it being a hand-me-down, and his personalized one was still yet to be delivered. He was frequently tasked with bringing coffee to the overcaffeinated and sleep-deprived men, who he swore lived most of their lives staring at camera feeds.
Max was just on his way back when he heard the faint sounds of blaster fire down the corridor, quickly followed by rumbles that shook the whole building. Not even thinking, he dropped the mugs of coffee he was carrying, the metal cups clattering against the floor, and drew his sidearm in one trained, fluid motion, immediately dashing down the hallway to the source of the disturbance.
Sliding into a turn down to the corridor, and then turning once more, he narrowly dodged underneath a man being flung into the wall with a loud thud, blood trailing behind him, splattering onto the floor.
Max initially looked up at what just slammed into the wall with such force, the ceramic walling was shattered and the metal sheeting behind it dented from the impact. The man was slumped over, a crimson red scythe impaling him and holding him up against the wall, blood flowing down its black shaft in small, thin streams and dribbling onto the floor into a small puddle.
Shaky and plenty confused, Max got to his feet and peered down the hallway, blaster at the ready. One of the lights had been shot out, and thus the hallway was dim, at best. Still, he managed to see two more of his coworkers sprawled on the floor in puddles of their own blood, still clenching onto their blasters as if they had yet to realize they were slain.
He also saw the figure of a man, wearing what seemed to be a black and crimson long coat, staring back at him with glowing orange eyes that sent shivers down his back. Next to him was a smaller, all-black silhouette with a bulbous body and no discernable features that Max could see, save for the unblinking beady yellow eyes that seemed to bore into him with an unspoken hunger.
He didn’t bother with the traditional warning, immediately opening fire on the intruder.
Streaks of red shot down the hallway with a high-pitched whine, only to ricochet in a shower of sparks against a hastily constructed shield of purple energy, coalesced into a pattern of hexes and called forth by a simple movement of the man’s arm in front of him. With his other free hand, he reached outward with an open palm.
As if in response, the scythe that impaled the third security guard to the wall began to budge, and then shot out, casting debris and dirt around as it spun around rapidly towards Max.
He barely had time to turn around and react, a shot flying wild into the ceiling and leaving a scorch mark as the blade cut into his neck and the blade embedded into the wall with another, albeit softer thud.
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Jaixe sighed, noting the burn marks and holes the blasters left in his coat from the near-misses. Only one of the blasters hit their intended target, scraping Jaixe’s arm and leaving an uncomfortable scorch mark.
”I’ll have to improve my ward if I’m going to keep doing these kinds of things.” Jaixe mused.
The shadow at the side looked up at him quizzically, waiting for a command. Jaixe nodded towards the hallway, and the shadow obliged, melting into a puddle of inky blackness and then bizarrely drifted across the floor, up the wall, and along the ceiling into the hallways beyond.
”I should have checked if the bar had any wine in stock…”
Jaixe began casually walking down the hallway, his boots echoing along the empty hallway with every footstep against the dull-colored tile flooring. He held out his hand as he passed by the body of the decapitated guard, willing his crimson, double-bladed scythe back into his hand with a flourish, then stopped to survey the scene briefly.
“… tch. What a mess…” Jaixe commented with disdain.
“Oh well, it’s the staff’s problem now.” Jaixe shrugged. He held his free hand out and willed the fallen guard’s blaster into it and then continued down the maze of hallways with his scythe laying across his shoulders behind his neck, with one hand holding it in place towards the end of the shaft. The crimson blade shimmered with every overhead light Jaixe walked under, as he hummed softly. The building quaked faintly again as the raid continued in earnest in the distance.
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The staff was in a flurry, running to and from and trying to coordinate security. They were expecting an eventual raid by the Empire, that much was true, but not so suddenly. They had been tracking any movements by the Empire, but they had little warning.
In control of it all, for the moment anyway, was the director, a tall middle-aged man standing over everyone, issuing orders and directives that boomed over the hustle and bustle.
“Get a team down to the armory asap, and someone tell me where the hell Jackie is!” He could be heard shouting even through the solid metal walls.
Everyone was too much in a rush to even notice the inky black blob that was the Shadow slink its way underneath the door and into the dark, multi-leveled chamber of hanging monitors, computers, and a sheer mess of papers that was the central security and control room.
It transformed again, coalescing into its small, bulbous body once more and leapt up to grab the handle to the door, opening it for Jaixe to enter. At first, nobody noticed the scythe-wielding man enter the room, until a blaster shot rang out and struck a man dead-center, leaving a deep scorched mark in his chest as his body slumped to the floor with a thud.
A moment of silence followed as Jaixe simply waltzed in and surveyed the room.
“Nice set-up for a bunch of criminals.” He commented with a smug grin. There were thirteen employees, most in their standard uniforms of suits, but some managed to don some measure of armor and heavier weaponry. The rest simply had a sidearm of some sort.
“Oh for… Kill the bounty hunter!” The director shouted, taking a few pot shots with his own blaster before barreling towards the door and escaping in the ensuing chaos.
Jaixe ducked for cover behind a row of desks, shooting out the lights as he went along and narrowly dodging the hail fire of plasma and energy underneath the shower of sparks raining down from above.
”Maybe I should have taken a few Stormtroopers with me. I wasn’t expecting so many to be here…”
“I would be more than willing to accept your surrender!” Jaixe shouted over the firefight, but another volley of defiant blaster fire was their only response. A man rounded the corner with his blaster aimed, but was only met with a crimson red blade that flew into his skull.
With a heavy sigh, Jaixe began returning fire, calmly pondering how he’d approach the situation, estimating the location of the combatants.
”Four in the back with heavier guns, six up front, and two running for the door.”
Jaixe considered his options, leaving the two cowards to flee as he focused on those that were brave enough to stand against him.
Jaixe set the blaster to overload and then jumped out, bringing his shield to bear and throwing the blaster at the quartet at the back, two of which caught on quickly and rolled away from the imminent detonation that blew apart the two that were unfortunate enough to be caught in its radius in a brilliant show of sparks and fiery plasma.
Willing the scythe back to him, Jaixe leapt forward and cut down another of the combatants with ease, sweeping the legs underneath another and ducking under another volley of blaster fire from the survivors, several shots grazing his arms and back in the process.
Rolling behind another row of monitors, the skillful Heartless willed several of them to launch out at the remaining two heavily-armed guards, covering his charge. Though the monitors were easily cut down and dodged, Jaixe still managed to run up to and cut into another of the guards, using him for cover against the blaster fire.
Tossing the charred body aside, Jaixe threw his scythe ahead of him and struck at the legs of the remaining heavy guard. Though the man sidestepped, the scythe rounded back around as Jaixe grabbed it and came down on top of the guard, both blades slicing into his shoulder and cleanly slicing his arm off.
Jaixe rolled again as the heavy-set guard’s body slumped to the floor, bringing his shield up once more to cover against the blaster fire. Jaixe counted himself fortunate that these “professional” criminals were apparently lousy shots as he leapt towards the remaining five that were dispersed across the chamber. He lobbed his scythe at one as he focused energy into one of his hands. His scythe failed to meet its mark, its intended target rolling underneath the dual-bladed weapon and went to fire again at the agile Heartless.
Instead of managing a clean shot, however, a shower of violet shards tore into his chest from the trio of orbs circling around Jaixe’s palm. As he nimbly evaded the blaster fire with liberal use of his dark ward, keeping low and in cover as to maximize his defense, but still managing to take grazing shots and the occasional strike to his arms and chest, but still returning fire with volleys of his own shadowy missiles with more effective accuracy.
Three fell to the counterfire as the firefight gradually switched to a battle of attrition, in which Jaixe had a clear advantage.
One of the remaining two lobbed their pistol at Jaixe as they dived for cover, the other fleeing for the exit across the room. With a thought, Jaixe caught the pistol in midair, sending it back to the man in cover as he spun around and willed his scythe to launch out at the fleeing survivor. In quick succession, one died in a fiery detonation and the last one was cut down by the Heartless’s scythe.
Silence ensued for the time after, as the security room was left in near ruins, exposed wires were sparking, lights were flickering or simply fell as the roof crumbled in places near the two detonations. Corpses were strewn around, either charred or sliced, and the Shadow that followed Jaixe peaked out from behind a shattered monitor in one of the corners, looking curiously at the aftermath and its master, who stood near the middle.
Though Jaixe had taken several blaster hits, none of the injuries were critical or too debilitating, and were instead more irritating to the Heartless than anything else. He calmly walked towards one of the few functional consoles left in the room and quickly got to work.
He accessed and shut down door controls and communication systems as to throw the whole of Jackie’s little army of thugs into disarray.
“At least I learned something from that technophile demon…” Jaixe muttered, switching over to the surveillance systems.
Accessing and sifting through the camera network, he managed to find the target they were looking for. Jackie was weaving his way through a firefight and cutting through stormtroopers with little assistance from his reinforcing, hastily armed bodyguards. The criminal Prime quickly ran off screen down an non-surveilled hallway, while his bodyguards continued their counter-assault. Switching through the camera feeds again, he found Jackie exiting through a hatch on the roof minutes later. He silently swore to himself at the turn of events, but it wasn’t unanticipated.
“Jackie is out,” Jaixe bitterly reported to the bounty hunter over the commlink, “he came out an escape hatch in the ally. My Shadow is following him.”
“I’m a little busy in here,” Fett growled back over the sounds of a firefight in the background.
Jaixe sighed, checking his tracking device. He was still receiving a clear signal, but he knew that they had a limited range, and Jackie had apparently found transportation, because he was quickly fleeing away from the casino. He didn't wait for Fett to respond at that point, quickly skimming through the building layout to find what he needed.
One large room, labeled "garage," was just nearby thankfully, and with that information, Jaixe sprinted for the exit, the small Shadow trailing behind him.
The Heartless wasn't going to let Jackie get away so easily.
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Jaixe was shot down the hallways in a full sprint, the bulbous shadow that followed him barely keeping up with the inhuman pace.
”I didn’t come this far to deal with cowards!” Jaixe scowled to himself. Jackie was getting away, and though he had a tracker on the Shadow that was following him and Fett was on his trail, there was no guarantee that they could keep pace. If he got out of range, they’d have to start over completely. He hoped that bounty hunter was all that he claimed to be.
Jaixe skidded around the next corner into another tile and metal-walled hallway with hanging ceiling lights. On either side were several doorways, but no signs of people, just a few metal crates and papers strewn about as evidence of the initial panic when the raid began. He continued sprinting to the door at the end of the hallway.
Ahead of him the door at the end of the hallway flew open and a group of three of the same employees, who were mere criminals in disguise, came through more heavily armed with rifles.
“Tch, I don’t have time for this.”
As they took aim at the black-coated figure, Jaixe slowed and willed three of the crates around him to launch forward down the hallway and at the three gunmen in a haphazard charge. At the same time, he conjured his scythe again, it appearing in a flurry of violet and black flames.
The three gunmen handily dodged the large lumbering crates, but as the middle and largest of the trio brought their weapon to aim once more, they found Jaixe leaping up into the air and coming down in a spin, slicing through the thin armor and the uniform and slicing clear across the thug’s midsection, leaving a look of utter shock as he fell to the floor in a slump.
In a flourish, Jaixe brought his scythe in an upward strike against the man on the left, who had managed to get a wild shot off but accomplished little, only managing to narrowly dodge a lethal strike from the twin crimson blades of the scythe. As the other on the right went to strike at Jaixe’s unguarded back, a black mass shot up and clawed at his face, clinging desperately and ferally to his head as it hissed at him.
The man facing Jaixe went to slam the butt of his rifle into Jaixe, but the Heartless countered with a quick sidestep and parry, his scythe swinging wide and hitting his neck. The man fell in a shower of red.
The last thug standing yelled and tore at the Shadow that clung to his head and whose black claws dug into the man’s skull. In his panic he dropped his rifle, trying desperately to peel the small bulbous mass off of his face. When he managed to finally do so, lobbing the Shadow away, he was met with violet and black chaotic flames swirling around Jaixe’s palm, which was uncomfortably close to the thug’s face.
It was over in but a moment, as the thug’s vision quickly went dark before he could manage to react.
Jaixe kicked open the door the thugs came through to be greeted with a variety of vehicles at his disposal, parked in no particular order across a large, sparsely lit and undecorated chamber of concrete and metal.
He had found a garage, and while several of the speeders and vehicles appeared to have fled in a hurry, there were still a few parked that he could certainly use to catch up to the bounty hunter and Jackie. He didn’t have time to summon a vehicle, and definitely not in the cramped hallways, so finding one was his best option.
He brought out his commlink from his pocket and spoke into it as he ran over to one of the speeders, “I found transportation. I’ll try and catch up with you, so try not to lose him…” He reported to Fett.
After a moment he got a reply over the commlink, the bounty hunter’s voice coming clear over the howling wind, honking horns, and the whine of his speeder engine.
“Understood, I’m closing in on the target now.”
Max was just on his way back when he heard the faint sounds of blaster fire down the corridor, quickly followed by rumbles that shook the whole building. Not even thinking, he dropped the mugs of coffee he was carrying, the metal cups clattering against the floor, and drew his sidearm in one trained, fluid motion, immediately dashing down the hallway to the source of the disturbance.
Sliding into a turn down to the corridor, and then turning once more, he narrowly dodged underneath a man being flung into the wall with a loud thud, blood trailing behind him, splattering onto the floor.
Max initially looked up at what just slammed into the wall with such force, the ceramic walling was shattered and the metal sheeting behind it dented from the impact. The man was slumped over, a crimson red scythe impaling him and holding him up against the wall, blood flowing down its black shaft in small, thin streams and dribbling onto the floor into a small puddle.
Shaky and plenty confused, Max got to his feet and peered down the hallway, blaster at the ready. One of the lights had been shot out, and thus the hallway was dim, at best. Still, he managed to see two more of his coworkers sprawled on the floor in puddles of their own blood, still clenching onto their blasters as if they had yet to realize they were slain.
He also saw the figure of a man, wearing what seemed to be a black and crimson long coat, staring back at him with glowing orange eyes that sent shivers down his back. Next to him was a smaller, all-black silhouette with a bulbous body and no discernable features that Max could see, save for the unblinking beady yellow eyes that seemed to bore into him with an unspoken hunger.
He didn’t bother with the traditional warning, immediately opening fire on the intruder.
Streaks of red shot down the hallway with a high-pitched whine, only to ricochet in a shower of sparks against a hastily constructed shield of purple energy, coalesced into a pattern of hexes and called forth by a simple movement of the man’s arm in front of him. With his other free hand, he reached outward with an open palm.
As if in response, the scythe that impaled the third security guard to the wall began to budge, and then shot out, casting debris and dirt around as it spun around rapidly towards Max.
He barely had time to turn around and react, a shot flying wild into the ceiling and leaving a scorch mark as the blade cut into his neck and the blade embedded into the wall with another, albeit softer thud.
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Jaixe sighed, noting the burn marks and holes the blasters left in his coat from the near-misses. Only one of the blasters hit their intended target, scraping Jaixe’s arm and leaving an uncomfortable scorch mark.
”I’ll have to improve my ward if I’m going to keep doing these kinds of things.” Jaixe mused.
The shadow at the side looked up at him quizzically, waiting for a command. Jaixe nodded towards the hallway, and the shadow obliged, melting into a puddle of inky blackness and then bizarrely drifted across the floor, up the wall, and along the ceiling into the hallways beyond.
”I should have checked if the bar had any wine in stock…”
Jaixe began casually walking down the hallway, his boots echoing along the empty hallway with every footstep against the dull-colored tile flooring. He held out his hand as he passed by the body of the decapitated guard, willing his crimson, double-bladed scythe back into his hand with a flourish, then stopped to survey the scene briefly.
“… tch. What a mess…” Jaixe commented with disdain.
“Oh well, it’s the staff’s problem now.” Jaixe shrugged. He held his free hand out and willed the fallen guard’s blaster into it and then continued down the maze of hallways with his scythe laying across his shoulders behind his neck, with one hand holding it in place towards the end of the shaft. The crimson blade shimmered with every overhead light Jaixe walked under, as he hummed softly. The building quaked faintly again as the raid continued in earnest in the distance.
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The staff was in a flurry, running to and from and trying to coordinate security. They were expecting an eventual raid by the Empire, that much was true, but not so suddenly. They had been tracking any movements by the Empire, but they had little warning.
In control of it all, for the moment anyway, was the director, a tall middle-aged man standing over everyone, issuing orders and directives that boomed over the hustle and bustle.
“Get a team down to the armory asap, and someone tell me where the hell Jackie is!” He could be heard shouting even through the solid metal walls.
Everyone was too much in a rush to even notice the inky black blob that was the Shadow slink its way underneath the door and into the dark, multi-leveled chamber of hanging monitors, computers, and a sheer mess of papers that was the central security and control room.
It transformed again, coalescing into its small, bulbous body once more and leapt up to grab the handle to the door, opening it for Jaixe to enter. At first, nobody noticed the scythe-wielding man enter the room, until a blaster shot rang out and struck a man dead-center, leaving a deep scorched mark in his chest as his body slumped to the floor with a thud.
A moment of silence followed as Jaixe simply waltzed in and surveyed the room.
“Nice set-up for a bunch of criminals.” He commented with a smug grin. There were thirteen employees, most in their standard uniforms of suits, but some managed to don some measure of armor and heavier weaponry. The rest simply had a sidearm of some sort.
“Oh for… Kill the bounty hunter!” The director shouted, taking a few pot shots with his own blaster before barreling towards the door and escaping in the ensuing chaos.
Jaixe ducked for cover behind a row of desks, shooting out the lights as he went along and narrowly dodging the hail fire of plasma and energy underneath the shower of sparks raining down from above.
”Maybe I should have taken a few Stormtroopers with me. I wasn’t expecting so many to be here…”
“I would be more than willing to accept your surrender!” Jaixe shouted over the firefight, but another volley of defiant blaster fire was their only response. A man rounded the corner with his blaster aimed, but was only met with a crimson red blade that flew into his skull.
With a heavy sigh, Jaixe began returning fire, calmly pondering how he’d approach the situation, estimating the location of the combatants.
”Four in the back with heavier guns, six up front, and two running for the door.”
Jaixe considered his options, leaving the two cowards to flee as he focused on those that were brave enough to stand against him.
Jaixe set the blaster to overload and then jumped out, bringing his shield to bear and throwing the blaster at the quartet at the back, two of which caught on quickly and rolled away from the imminent detonation that blew apart the two that were unfortunate enough to be caught in its radius in a brilliant show of sparks and fiery plasma.
Willing the scythe back to him, Jaixe leapt forward and cut down another of the combatants with ease, sweeping the legs underneath another and ducking under another volley of blaster fire from the survivors, several shots grazing his arms and back in the process.
Rolling behind another row of monitors, the skillful Heartless willed several of them to launch out at the remaining two heavily-armed guards, covering his charge. Though the monitors were easily cut down and dodged, Jaixe still managed to run up to and cut into another of the guards, using him for cover against the blaster fire.
Tossing the charred body aside, Jaixe threw his scythe ahead of him and struck at the legs of the remaining heavy guard. Though the man sidestepped, the scythe rounded back around as Jaixe grabbed it and came down on top of the guard, both blades slicing into his shoulder and cleanly slicing his arm off.
Jaixe rolled again as the heavy-set guard’s body slumped to the floor, bringing his shield up once more to cover against the blaster fire. Jaixe counted himself fortunate that these “professional” criminals were apparently lousy shots as he leapt towards the remaining five that were dispersed across the chamber. He lobbed his scythe at one as he focused energy into one of his hands. His scythe failed to meet its mark, its intended target rolling underneath the dual-bladed weapon and went to fire again at the agile Heartless.
Instead of managing a clean shot, however, a shower of violet shards tore into his chest from the trio of orbs circling around Jaixe’s palm. As he nimbly evaded the blaster fire with liberal use of his dark ward, keeping low and in cover as to maximize his defense, but still managing to take grazing shots and the occasional strike to his arms and chest, but still returning fire with volleys of his own shadowy missiles with more effective accuracy.
Three fell to the counterfire as the firefight gradually switched to a battle of attrition, in which Jaixe had a clear advantage.
One of the remaining two lobbed their pistol at Jaixe as they dived for cover, the other fleeing for the exit across the room. With a thought, Jaixe caught the pistol in midair, sending it back to the man in cover as he spun around and willed his scythe to launch out at the fleeing survivor. In quick succession, one died in a fiery detonation and the last one was cut down by the Heartless’s scythe.
Silence ensued for the time after, as the security room was left in near ruins, exposed wires were sparking, lights were flickering or simply fell as the roof crumbled in places near the two detonations. Corpses were strewn around, either charred or sliced, and the Shadow that followed Jaixe peaked out from behind a shattered monitor in one of the corners, looking curiously at the aftermath and its master, who stood near the middle.
Though Jaixe had taken several blaster hits, none of the injuries were critical or too debilitating, and were instead more irritating to the Heartless than anything else. He calmly walked towards one of the few functional consoles left in the room and quickly got to work.
He accessed and shut down door controls and communication systems as to throw the whole of Jackie’s little army of thugs into disarray.
“At least I learned something from that technophile demon…” Jaixe muttered, switching over to the surveillance systems.
Accessing and sifting through the camera network, he managed to find the target they were looking for. Jackie was weaving his way through a firefight and cutting through stormtroopers with little assistance from his reinforcing, hastily armed bodyguards. The criminal Prime quickly ran off screen down an non-surveilled hallway, while his bodyguards continued their counter-assault. Switching through the camera feeds again, he found Jackie exiting through a hatch on the roof minutes later. He silently swore to himself at the turn of events, but it wasn’t unanticipated.
“Jackie is out,” Jaixe bitterly reported to the bounty hunter over the commlink, “he came out an escape hatch in the ally. My Shadow is following him.”
“I’m a little busy in here,” Fett growled back over the sounds of a firefight in the background.
Jaixe sighed, checking his tracking device. He was still receiving a clear signal, but he knew that they had a limited range, and Jackie had apparently found transportation, because he was quickly fleeing away from the casino. He didn't wait for Fett to respond at that point, quickly skimming through the building layout to find what he needed.
One large room, labeled "garage," was just nearby thankfully, and with that information, Jaixe sprinted for the exit, the small Shadow trailing behind him.
The Heartless wasn't going to let Jackie get away so easily.
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Jaixe was shot down the hallways in a full sprint, the bulbous shadow that followed him barely keeping up with the inhuman pace.
”I didn’t come this far to deal with cowards!” Jaixe scowled to himself. Jackie was getting away, and though he had a tracker on the Shadow that was following him and Fett was on his trail, there was no guarantee that they could keep pace. If he got out of range, they’d have to start over completely. He hoped that bounty hunter was all that he claimed to be.
Jaixe skidded around the next corner into another tile and metal-walled hallway with hanging ceiling lights. On either side were several doorways, but no signs of people, just a few metal crates and papers strewn about as evidence of the initial panic when the raid began. He continued sprinting to the door at the end of the hallway.
Ahead of him the door at the end of the hallway flew open and a group of three of the same employees, who were mere criminals in disguise, came through more heavily armed with rifles.
“Tch, I don’t have time for this.”
As they took aim at the black-coated figure, Jaixe slowed and willed three of the crates around him to launch forward down the hallway and at the three gunmen in a haphazard charge. At the same time, he conjured his scythe again, it appearing in a flurry of violet and black flames.
The three gunmen handily dodged the large lumbering crates, but as the middle and largest of the trio brought their weapon to aim once more, they found Jaixe leaping up into the air and coming down in a spin, slicing through the thin armor and the uniform and slicing clear across the thug’s midsection, leaving a look of utter shock as he fell to the floor in a slump.
In a flourish, Jaixe brought his scythe in an upward strike against the man on the left, who had managed to get a wild shot off but accomplished little, only managing to narrowly dodge a lethal strike from the twin crimson blades of the scythe. As the other on the right went to strike at Jaixe’s unguarded back, a black mass shot up and clawed at his face, clinging desperately and ferally to his head as it hissed at him.
The man facing Jaixe went to slam the butt of his rifle into Jaixe, but the Heartless countered with a quick sidestep and parry, his scythe swinging wide and hitting his neck. The man fell in a shower of red.
The last thug standing yelled and tore at the Shadow that clung to his head and whose black claws dug into the man’s skull. In his panic he dropped his rifle, trying desperately to peel the small bulbous mass off of his face. When he managed to finally do so, lobbing the Shadow away, he was met with violet and black chaotic flames swirling around Jaixe’s palm, which was uncomfortably close to the thug’s face.
It was over in but a moment, as the thug’s vision quickly went dark before he could manage to react.
Jaixe kicked open the door the thugs came through to be greeted with a variety of vehicles at his disposal, parked in no particular order across a large, sparsely lit and undecorated chamber of concrete and metal.
He had found a garage, and while several of the speeders and vehicles appeared to have fled in a hurry, there were still a few parked that he could certainly use to catch up to the bounty hunter and Jackie. He didn’t have time to summon a vehicle, and definitely not in the cramped hallways, so finding one was his best option.
He brought out his commlink from his pocket and spoke into it as he ran over to one of the speeders, “I found transportation. I’ll try and catch up with you, so try not to lose him…” He reported to Fett.
After a moment he got a reply over the commlink, the bounty hunter’s voice coming clear over the howling wind, honking horns, and the whine of his speeder engine.
“Understood, I’m closing in on the target now.”