Chasing a Phantom

[Boram Predor]

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[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]​

Coruscant Undercity​

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Jalek let out a loud sigh as he left the space port and looked out into the streets where his target had fled, as if following an unmarked ship wasn't tiresome enough now he had to track the rogue agent through a crowd of scum and poverty. Jalek took one of his cigars out of it's case, damn thing was almost empty. He surveyed the crowd to find clues as to which way the man had went, looking for a skeleton in a field of aliens of all type didn't help. He tapped his cigar on the case and then brought it up to his lips and lit it, inhaling and exhaling the expensive tobacco inside. The man Jalek was looking for was another lieutenant from the Special Operations division, which made it all the more difficult to track the man down. He was trying to flee to Sith Space in order to trade Republic Intelligence in order to gain some faith in the One Sith, though that would give Jalek plenty of time to find his man. The Sith never just let people claiming to have Republic secrets in without a thorough check. He pulled out the picture of the target and let out another puff of smoke before exiting the space port.

Jalek walked over to the crowd and got the attention of a pair of female Twi'leks and a male Trandoshan. "Have you seen this man? He's a tall, frail guy." Jalek handed the pair of Twi'leks the poster and the Trandoshan examined him up and down, sizing him up. The Twi'leks made a motion as if they were about to say something when the Trandoshan lifted his hand to quiet them and addressed Jalek. "Sorry, but why would we tell a troop anything? Unless you have something to offer, a token of good faith perhaps." The Trandoshan gave a cocky smile as he reached his hand out towards Jalek. Jalek shook his head as he gave a small chuckle, reaching down to his hip. He quickly pulled out his knife and stuck it in the Trandoshan's hand while simultaneously covering his mouth to silence him. He then kneed him in the stomach and turned him to face the sky and put his cigarette out in the Trandoshan's eye, using the knife in the Trandoshan's hand to stab him in the back. As he gently let the Trandoshan down, he turned back towards the Twi'leks. "Now then, have you seen this man?"

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan drifted through the colorful crowd of citizens and spacers, deftly dodging sprinting Wookies and bums begging for a few spare credits. Two red Twi'leks walked up to him, flipping their lekku while batting their eyes seductively. Zoltan, with a blank expression, swung up the small pistol that was strapped to his belt and pressed it up against one of the woman's head. "​Walk away, before your lekku have holes in them. I don't need any N​​awar'aven harlots f​ollowing me." He coldly told them. Affronted by the usage of their own language against them, the girls walked off in a huff, cursing him and his ancestors. Disdainfully shaking his head, he took a deep draught from the ZP Cigarette on his lips and began to walk away in a cloud of smoke.

The neon lights of this city begin to grow brighter as he began nearing the spaceport. A large number of Imperial Guards bustled around, walking over regular patrol routes and stopping passerby travelling near them. A few citizens gave the spaceport some weary glances, as security seemed to have been increased around the area.

"​Huh. They got me a welcoming party."

​[member="Jalek Arkada"]

 

[Boram Predor]

As the Twi'leks looked over the paper still somewhat in shock over their friend's death, Jalek looked around the rest of the crowd near the spaceport. There were aliens everywhere, refugees displaced by war, and then of course the common thugs; gangs that controlled the undercity of Coruscant forcing the new citizens to pay tariffs in order to not have a stroke of bad luck end their life. As Jalek surveyed the crowd he saw his target, the skeletal looking man strutting towards the Imperial checkpoint at the spaceport. He swiped the poster from the Twi'leks hands and shuffled his way through the crowd towards the man, drawing his gun with his off-hand. He followed the man closely behind, setting his gun to stun, he raised the barrel to the back of his targets head about two feet away from where he was standing. "Stop moving, traitor. I think it would be in both of our best interest to make sure that you don't alert anyone." He kept an eye on the imperial guards nearby, hoping that he was deep enough in the crowd that they wouldn't notice their informant.

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan calmly strolled towards the guards merely yards in front of him, only to here a rough and scratchy voice speak to him. "​Stop moving, traitor. I think it would be in both of our best interests that you don't alert anyone." Z​oltan sighed, and turned towards the man. A grim smile stretched across his face as he saw the scarred man with a horn in his head and a prosthetic hand aim a gun at his head. "​​Why, you're from the Republic, aren't you? Another demon, I see. Did they do this to you in the field, making you do their dirty work only to toss you aside, no more worth to them? Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? Now, I wouldn't be making sudden moves yourself, as we both know you won't pull the trigger." T​he former agent drawled as he drew his own gun and pointed it directly at Jalek's chest. "​Are you a new operative? This isn't like the holovids comrade, you don't aim at the persons head, too flimsy and small of a target to assuredly injure. Always, aim for the torso." H​e derided in a condescending tone.

People gave the pair fearful stares as they walked even faster, hoping not to get involved in the standoff the duo were locked in.

[member="Jalek Arkada"]