The target was on the move. Val Shyra watched the Twi'lek step out of his workshop, sweat and grease still dripping from his blue skin. A small cut could be seen at the corner of the mans mouth, and the slight protrusion of a concealed blaster could barely be made out. All of these things were filed away in the back of the young Mandalorians mind as he watched, his helmets visor glowing a feint red as he shifted through various settings. His hand rested lightly on the blaster pistol holstered at his side, primed and humming with power, as eager for violence as its owner.
The Twi'lek was named Odan Kar, a rather minor Crime Lord in the grand scheme of the galaxy with influence only on Rothana. He had made a name for himself using customized weaponry he made in his own shop on anyone who refused to pay for his protection. An innocent family had learned that lesson the hard way when Odan and his men showed up one day. Only the daughter had survived what the Twi'lek and his men had done, and she had offered Val everything they had left to take the scum down. He had refused the payment, but swore a personal oath to that girl that Odan would pay. Val had found the crime boss earlier that day, and had waited a few hours for the man to leave. He did not know what was in that workshop, or who else was there, but now the target was in the streets. He was vulnerable.
He was as good as dead.
Drawing the blaster at his side, Val took a step back from the window he had been standing in front of. The two story warehouse had offered him the best viewpoint for the past few hours, and it was situated directly above the Twi'leks' personal speeder. Taking a few deep breaths, Val sprinted towards the window. Just before hitting it, he fired a single shot from his blaster, the crimson bolt shattering the window into millions of pieces as the Mandalorian flew through the new opening. He plummeted towards the ground below, the blue cloak around his shoulders billowing out behind him. He slammed feet first into the hood of the crime lords speeder, crumbling the hood in with a sickening screech of steel. Val felt the impact through his armor, but he did not let himself dwell on it long as he looked up. In the dimly lit streets of Rothana this late at night, all Odan would see at first would be the glowing red visor of Val's helmet as he rose from the crouch he had landed in.
"Odan Kar, for your evil actions against the people of Rothana, I have come to..." Val's well planned and rehearsed speech died on his lips as a blaster bolt slammed into his chest. He stumbled backwards, slammed into the speeder as smoke rose from the scorched mark on his chest. It had been fired from a hold out pistol, not strong enough to pierce the Beskar he wore. Looking back up, for the first time Val realized Odan was not shocked. He had expected a look of fear on the man's face, it was why he had planned his entrance the way he did. Instead, he was face to face with a man gripped by pure rage.
"You know how much that speeder cost me? You are gonna pay for every credit!" Raising the pistol, the Twi'lek tensed to pull the trigger. Thinking quickly, Val flung himself backwards. He rolled over the hood of the speeder, blaster bolts streaking through the air where he had been a moment before. He slammed into the ground hard, the wind pouring from his lungs. Shoving himself back upright, Val fired a few wild shots over the hood of the car, not hitting anything. Through the blaster fire, he heard the sound of running voices and shouting men and women. Glancing around the side of the speeder, Val spotted several of Odan's goons running from the still open doors of the workshop. They were all armed with makeshift blaster weapons, but the bruise on his chest told Val all he needed to know. Grunting, he lowered himself into a better sitting position, drawing a second blaster from his other hip.
Things were not going as he had planned them to.
The Twi'lek was named Odan Kar, a rather minor Crime Lord in the grand scheme of the galaxy with influence only on Rothana. He had made a name for himself using customized weaponry he made in his own shop on anyone who refused to pay for his protection. An innocent family had learned that lesson the hard way when Odan and his men showed up one day. Only the daughter had survived what the Twi'lek and his men had done, and she had offered Val everything they had left to take the scum down. He had refused the payment, but swore a personal oath to that girl that Odan would pay. Val had found the crime boss earlier that day, and had waited a few hours for the man to leave. He did not know what was in that workshop, or who else was there, but now the target was in the streets. He was vulnerable.
He was as good as dead.
Drawing the blaster at his side, Val took a step back from the window he had been standing in front of. The two story warehouse had offered him the best viewpoint for the past few hours, and it was situated directly above the Twi'leks' personal speeder. Taking a few deep breaths, Val sprinted towards the window. Just before hitting it, he fired a single shot from his blaster, the crimson bolt shattering the window into millions of pieces as the Mandalorian flew through the new opening. He plummeted towards the ground below, the blue cloak around his shoulders billowing out behind him. He slammed feet first into the hood of the crime lords speeder, crumbling the hood in with a sickening screech of steel. Val felt the impact through his armor, but he did not let himself dwell on it long as he looked up. In the dimly lit streets of Rothana this late at night, all Odan would see at first would be the glowing red visor of Val's helmet as he rose from the crouch he had landed in.
"Odan Kar, for your evil actions against the people of Rothana, I have come to..." Val's well planned and rehearsed speech died on his lips as a blaster bolt slammed into his chest. He stumbled backwards, slammed into the speeder as smoke rose from the scorched mark on his chest. It had been fired from a hold out pistol, not strong enough to pierce the Beskar he wore. Looking back up, for the first time Val realized Odan was not shocked. He had expected a look of fear on the man's face, it was why he had planned his entrance the way he did. Instead, he was face to face with a man gripped by pure rage.
"You know how much that speeder cost me? You are gonna pay for every credit!" Raising the pistol, the Twi'lek tensed to pull the trigger. Thinking quickly, Val flung himself backwards. He rolled over the hood of the speeder, blaster bolts streaking through the air where he had been a moment before. He slammed into the ground hard, the wind pouring from his lungs. Shoving himself back upright, Val fired a few wild shots over the hood of the car, not hitting anything. Through the blaster fire, he heard the sound of running voices and shouting men and women. Glancing around the side of the speeder, Val spotted several of Odan's goons running from the still open doors of the workshop. They were all armed with makeshift blaster weapons, but the bruise on his chest told Val all he needed to know. Grunting, he lowered himself into a better sitting position, drawing a second blaster from his other hip.
Things were not going as he had planned them to.
