The Rebel Faction

I sit perfectly still in the shadows, waiting for the lizard to appear from his favorite place onplanet. Junron owed me some money for a job I did for him, and I've given him ample time to gather his credits. He thought he'd lost me back when he'd landed on Nar Shaddaa, he though wrong.

The Trandoshan emerges from The Slag Pit, staggering back and forth while one of his buddies helps lead him along. They are both drunker than a fragrant that's stumbled across an abandoned wine cellar. Useless shebse, I think to myself while watching through the scope of my Deecee. I wait until they are about five meters off, and step out of the shadows, my weapon trained on Junron.

"Junron, you di'kut, where are my credits?" I ask, knowing the answer.

"You! Well, you see, uh, I was goin' ta.." He can barely form a sentence.

"Don't lie to me, you scum. You tried losing me here. I've come to collect," I can see he is getting scared with my every word. His buddy decides to do something very foolish. He attempts to quick-draw his blaster pistol, fumbling with it. I swing my gun over a couple of degrees and fire. Last mistake he'll make.

"Wait, Sixty-Six, I can pay you!" He is yelling, and shaking all over.

"Now," I suggest through gritted teeth.

"No, no, but..." he begins.

"Don't give me but's, Junron. I guess I'll have to take it out of your sorry hide. I hear in some places Trando skins can bring in a nice profit." That did the trick. His eyes bugger out of his head.

"The job wasn't even worth that many credits." Now he is trying to find a way out.

"I proposed a price, you agreed, and I smuggled in the spices for you. End of story." I've been walking towards him ever since I shot his buddy, and he stumbles backwards. He turns to run, but it is a vain attempt. I aim for his leg and pull the trigger. A howl of rage and pain escapes the reptilians lips. I sling my Decee over my back and approach him.

"Please, don't kill me," He fearfully blurts out. I take a bacta patch and apply it to the burn mark on his leg. I drop my vibro-shiv at his feet.

"Defend yourself. To make it easier on you, I won't use any weapons." I back up a few steps and wait. He looks uncertainly from me to the weapon, and back again. Drawing my DL-44, I motion towards it. "If you don't want to be shot then pick it up."

With amazing speed, even for a drunk, he crouches over and charges me, scooping up the vibro-shiv. I drop the DL-44 as the hum of the weapon gets louder and feint a kick. He falls for it, dodging to the left. And right into the path of my other foot, I hit him in the ribs, cracking them. That doesn't slow him down, he leaps on me, stabbing at my face, I simply grab his wrist and twist it. As he flips to the side his foot hits my faceplate, knocking me down.

He tries jamming the shiv into my throat, but I block his wrist with my own and shove up. He drops the weapon and I make a grab for it, catching it in midair as it twirls. I'm getting bored with this, I'll have some work ahead of me, so I slam the vibro-shiv backhand into his throat, and blood splurts out. A rule I learned from my old-training days back when I was a commando comes to mind.

Rule #1: Kill them before they kill you. I laugh, I can't help it, it brings back memories from the good ol' times with the rest of the squad. Here I am with a Trandoshan bleeding all over me and I'm laughing. There's something wrong with me. Oh well, screw it, I'll laugh. I regain my composure and stand, waiting for the bleeding to stop. When it does, I sling the dead Junron over my shoulder and head for my ship. I wasn't lying when I said I heard that Trando skins would fetch a good price some places.