"I already told you, I don't know where he is!"
The speaker took a step backward. His frail alien form was one not suited to encounters of this nature. On his homeworld of Sullust, his people were more inclined towards economic advancement than close-combat fighting, especially when confronted by one as menacing as this bounty hunter.
The form that now advanced on him was as different from the alien as a Wookiee was from an Ewok. Towering well above two meters in height, the sheer bulk of the human - or part human - dwarfed the alien. His eye shone with the light of a predator on the hunt, and his muscles - what few real ones he had - tensed with each refusal from the little creature.
The cyborg bounty hunter stepped forward to match the Sullustian's retreat. "Look, in about a minute I'm gonna start tearing off limbs. Now, I was told by several reliable sources that this guy has hired you on several occasions. So you know where he is, and you're going to tell me. Immediately."
Cendar Robutha already had a headache, and for a man with only about half an organic head, to make it worse was quite a feat. His target had led him on a chase through the entire galaxy, or so it seemed, and now on the neutral Astral Astoria Cendar was being stonewalled by an alien less than half his size. Something wasn't right with that.
The Sullustan, already ready to wet his pants, did something very stupid. Very stupid. He squealed and took off down the hall. Had he known anything about the bounty hunter facing him, he would have known that was a very stupid thing to do, but Cendar's name wasn't very well known in the galaxy. Not like Boba Fett's or Beff Pike's. At least not yet.
Cendar lifted his arm, and what appeared to be bolts of electricity shot from his synthetic fingers. This feat scared the crap out of most people, since the electricity was similar to the feared Sith lightning. But Cendar could neither feel the Force nor use it. Instead, the electricity was created by a small generator installed in his robotic forearm and emitted through tiny holes in his fingers. The range was not far, but it was enough to give the alien a good shock.
The Sullustan went down, stunned. As it writhed from the pain of the short burst, Cendar calmly strode over. Leaning down, he asked, "Now, are you going to give me a location, or do I have to wring it out of you?"
As he bent down, though, Cendar made one mistake, one simple mistake, but it was enough to cause a very complicated problem. He didn't look down the side hallway. Had he done so, he might have seen the Astoria guard at the other end, and the problem might have been avoided. As it was, the Guard, were he looking, could see the Sullustan fall and the cyborg lean over him.