VOLIK - BLASTED CANYON
MEANINGLESS SHADOWPORT
MEANINGLESS SHADOWPORT
Artas was fuzzy on the details. Something about a prototype shield generator. Some do-goody limpdick smugglers were trying to sneak it through Maw space. Probably to get it to the Galactic Alliance.
And now Artas was going to stop them. Not because he really gave a shit about who gave what to those Jedi-loving republicans, but because Qora asked him to - and being that Qora was a nice lady, Artas was obliged to get things for her.
There's a weequay guarding the shut heavy doors to the landing bay Artas needs to get into. He actually hears Artas stomping towards him and looks up, frowning, from his smartlink.
"You need somethi-"
Too late. Don't ask approaching scary men questions. Just defend yourself.
Artas Tel Alam gives him one quick punch. Square in the face. The smartlink clatters to the ground. The weequay's eyes lose focus and he stumbles, backwards, into the dirty wall behind him. It's the only thing keeping him upright.
Stunned, but not for long. Artas lifts him by the throat holds him up just briefly, and then slams him into the ground. Thud-smack. Whatever air is in the weequay's lungs exits promptly in one big gasp. He sputters a couple times and is then quiet. Beautiful.
Artas takes a moment to look over the weequay and, satisfied, turns and crushes the smartlink with the heel of his boot. Smartlinks are bad for you. Ruins your attention span.
There's a control panel for the door. Artas examines it and considers punching it. His hands flex at the thought. But he has a better idea.
"Qora," he says, craning his head to look back down the hallway, "Come open this door."
Pause.
"Please."