Hunted

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

Looking out the window of his shabby hotel room Zamza closed the curtains blocking out the lights of Nar Shaddaa before turning his back and making his way back to his bed. The room was the most Zamza could afford with the credits from his last job, the most important thing was ensuring that he was well equipped. After leaving the Xedael Empire he had ditched his specter armor and all other weapons from his time among the Ghost Commando's once he realized that was what led the Xedael Empire to him. Now... Now that had even resorted to offering credits for his capture. With a sigh Zamza looked at the image on the datapad. It showed him about ten years ago, but due to the long lives of his species he hadn't aged a day. His hair had grown longer and that was about it. No other visible damage had been done to his body over the years.

With a lithe and agile build many would think Zamza weak, but the bounty hunters he had already encountered had learned their lessons. The last pair he had ran into on Ord Mantell had been hospitalized with ruptured organs and concussions due to Zamza. He just didn't have the heart to kill the random strangers that hunted him. While they were in it for money they didn't know the circumstances behind his defection, nor would they care. Credits drove these beings and only credits would call them off, however Zamza only had two thousand left to his name and they lay spread out on his bunk. Accompanying the credits were two standard blaster pistols, and a simple dagger. While all standard and simple they were still effective weapons in Zamza's hands due to his training as a ghost commando. Decades of training had honed him into a lethal killing machine, however just because one was created to do something did they have to follow that path?

Laying down on his bunk Zamza crossed a arm over his eyes trying to block out the sounds of Nar Shaddaa's nightlife. Being out at this time would be a dead giveaway and would be like shooting up a flare. Many had probably already seen the large bounty and would be hunting Zamza the first chance they got.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

"Facial recognition is a match. Target confirmed. Blood Matron you have a green light. Good hunting."

Zenva, The Blood Matron of Clan Vrotoa, flashed a vicious smile and deactivated her comm. She turned on a heel and started up the stairs toward her target. Her blood red leather duster brushed her riding boots with each stride. The soft creek of leather accompanying her every motion as her multitude of weapons shifted in their holsters. It felt so good to be on the hunt again after so long. Between board meetings and that little vacation with her lover, Zenva hadn't been in a fight in months. Months? Frell it's really been months.

In time she came to stand before the proper door and immediately set to work. She removed a small detonator from her coat pocket and attached it to the door lock. She drew her scatter blaster from her lower back and ensured it was set to stun. With the flip of the detonator's the count down began.

Ten seconds.

Her free hand rummaged through a pouch on the back of her armored corset until she came out with a flash bang grenade.

Seven seconds.

Breathe. Calm down. Wait. At three seconds she primed her grenade and turned her back away from the door. There was a tooth rattling explosion as the door was blown from it's hinges. For a brief moment Zenva's musical laughter could be heard before the Marr-Sonn C14a Stun Grenade bounced into the hotel room. One second later it detonated in a blinding flash of pure white light. The following second the Blood Matron entered with her blaster up.

[member="Zamza Ra'Kira"]

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

Zamza hadn't even had a real chance to completely wind down as the door to his room was blown open. The room seemed to almost shake from the force of the explosion. Almost instantly the twenty years of training and years of operations came flashing back to Zamza as he rolled out of his bunk taking his dagger and blasters with him. Hitting the ground Zamza put his arms over his head and shut his eyes tight as he waited for a stun grenade to go off. Even behind his eyes he could still see a brilliant flash of light and knew that he would've been completely blinded if he hadn't moved when he had. With a growl Zamza cursed his luck. The tactic was a common one used among soldiers. This was someone who had done their research and been properly trained. Not rising up Zamza reached one arm beneath the bunk and flipped it over onto its side. Many would see it as him trying to create cover however Zamza was far from the average person. Even if he wanted to use it as cover it would be pointless as either blaster bolts or slugthrower rounds would've penetrated it all to easily.

Using Run'Wars principles of body empowerment he kicked the bunk with both his legs sending it rocketing towards the door. Rolling backwards using the leftover momentum from his kick Zamza rose dagger between his teeth and both blaster pistols in his hands firing. The bunk had been nothing more then a distraction to buy Zamza enough time to get his bearings. How was I found so fast?! Zamza thought to himself as he holstered one of his pistols while he rushed forward firing the other to keep his assailants under fire while he closed the distance. Teeth loosening their grip on the dagger it fell into Zamza's grasp in a backwards grip.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva entered the room and encountered her first problem of the night. The stun grenade hadn't worked, but against anyone worth the title "elite" they usually didn't. No the real problem was the bed sailing at her legs much faster than it should be. In and of itself not a terrible issue just an obstacle. She sprang forward into a diving roll that carried her over the top edge of the bed by mere inches, only to come back to her feet under heavy blaster fire.

The weapons fire wasn't a problem either. The energy bolts impacted the sphere of her personal shield leaving a bluish shimmer in the air as each bolt was dispersed, harmless distractions that made her target feel good about himself no doubt. Musical laughter rolled through the room even as her target advanced guns blazing. In one fluid motion her scatter blaster was holstered and a new grenade was pulled from a pouch. "You'll have to try harder than that, pretty boy."

Another bout of laughter escaped the Zabrak as she hit the primer on her grenade. She dropped it to the floor at her feet and gave it a swift kick. With a bounce and a roll it made it's way across the floor only to detonate a moment later.

The moment her grenade started rolling she pulled her secondary pistols from their holsters and started circling away from the incoming blaster fire.

[member="Zamza Ra'Kira"]

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

Shocked Zamza watched as the women rolled over the bed barely dodging it. It was impressive and showed she had reflexes above the average bounty hunter and was even more skilled. Catching sight of the red tattooed skin he simply grunted. From the women's appearance he figured her to be a Zabrak, most of the bounty hunters that had been after him had coincidentally been from the same species and always proved to be the best warriors. Striking the shield the Zamza's shots proved worthless and showed he'd have to think of something else to take on the women.

"Don't do this." Zamza said pleading with the women. His voice was calm and even as he stood across the room from her. Knowing his pistol was useless he holstered the weapon. "We don't have to fight." Zamza said but it was to late he saw the grenade get kicked in his direction so he flipped backwards carrying himself away to the far side of the room where his feet planted firmly on the floor with him throwing his knife with practiced dexterity. Not aimed at the women's organs but instead at the shield on her belt. Continuing to back away from the gas Zamza watched as it filled the room. At the edge of the window he knocked it open with his elbow.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Blood Matron continued to move making herself as difficult a target as possible in the confines of the small hotel room. Her grenade was filling the room with smoke at a rapid pace. Not rapid enough however. A knife came sailing across the room with uncanny accuracy. She felt the impact and rolled with it incase another was following in it's wake. Sparks erupted at her hip and only then did she understands just how dangerous her target was with a blade. More sparks popped from her shield emitter and she watched, wide eyed as the electronic read out went dark. Her shield was gone. Feth.

Thankfully her gas grenade had put a wall of smoke between her and her target, making it all but impossible to see one another. She leveled one of her secondary pistols at the spot she had last seen the man and reached up to activate the infrared setting of her Shadez. There you are. Her ominous, musical laugh rolled through the room yet again. "Pretty boy, I wouldn't open that window if I were you. My snipers might decide to take some cheap shots at you while you're there."

Zenva rose slowly to her feet and began to move. Her steps were slow and careful, silent as the dead. She didn't advance, no his skill with a blade had earned him some distance. "You're wondering how I know you're at the window. Well besides being the logical way to deal with a gas grenade, I can still see you boy. Can you still see me I wonder?" Another laugh boiled through the room. She knew the answer. She wouldn't have been able to see him without the infrared setting of her Shadez. "There are only two ways out of this room boy. Alive and in chains or dead and in a body bag. I'll give you a moment to think on that." She drew the remaining secondary pistol, crouched low and leveled the two fifty caliber handguns at the man.

[member="Zamza Ra'Kira"]

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

Unable to see through the gas Zamza felt his senses blurring, almost as if the force was retreating from him. Like it was unwilling to aid him, he did not understand what was happening but it did not phase him. The force is not what made the individual. The individual is what made the force, each person has a different way of using it. Some rely on it for everything they do in life while others simply use it as a tool as necessary and with respect. Zamza had been trained for two full decades to become an elite soldier, loosing the force would not make him any less so. However hearing the warning Zamza froze for just a second a slight smirk on his lips. If the women was lying he'd be perfectly fine and it was a trick to keep him locked in the same room as her. If she was telling the truth then the sniper wouldn't risk hitting their own comerade as well.

"So does this bring you pleasure? Make you feel better about yourself, or maybe it grants you some form of honor? Why would you hunt someone without even knowing what they did or why they did it?" Zamza asked buying himself some time reaching for the force to find it still retreating. Guess its gonna be the hard way. Zamza thought as he looked in the direction the women's voice came from. In speaking she had given her position away."Are you sure there are only two ways out?" He asked as he jumped backwards out the window. The glass exploded outwards as Zamza rocketed through it sending shards of glass raining to the ground below.

On his way out Zamza had grabbed the thick curtains and used them almost as a swing as he quickly unholstered his pistol firing three shots at where he had heard the hunters voice come from. As the curtain came back on its return swing Zamza released it allowing the momentum to carry him through the window of the floor below his room. Hitting the ground with a roll Zamza got straight to his feet and running for the door.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Bolts of energy ripped paths through smoky room, the first two dangerously close to the Blood Matron. The third impacted her torso, knocking her to the floor as the bolt detonated. One of her fifty caliber pistols went off as she fell, a reflexive action as she was fired on and unlikely to find her target.

Comm chatter filled her ear as the man throw himself out the window. The thunderous report of a Doomhammer tore through the evening air. A section of wall above and to the left of [member="Zamza Ra'Kira"] exploded into shrapnel and dust as he sailed through the air. The Zabrak hadn't been lying about snipers. The man crashed through the window one floor down as a second thunderous report cut through the night. The solid tungsten slug ripped the curtains from the man's hand as it zipped past him and shattered a section of wall ahead of him. Again there was thunder and the floor behind him burst to splinters. Even caught unprepared the sniper fire was dangerously close and only more like to find it's mark if the man stood still.

"Under you!" Zenva's spotter called over the comm. The Zabrak didn't bother standing at first, she knew he would run for the door. She simply rolled over, put the muzzles of her fifties against the floor and started firing. The heavy slugs shredded through the cheap wood between the two rooms and straight through the most direct path to the door. She continued to fire and used her very guns to push herself up from the floor. There was a roar of pain but it was drowned out by all the gunfire. Her first few steps toward the door were shaky but only those first few. Still she fired until eventually she ran out of bullets. The two pistols were holstered by the time she reached the stairs and when she reached the next floor down her primary pistols were free of their holsters.

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

So she wasn't lying. Zamza thought as he began moving again his body covered in dust and debris. The snipers she had were decent shots as well, if he had been any slower it would've been him missing a chunk of himself instead of the wall and floor. Do they even care about anyone else in the building?! Zamza thought as he continued his dash to the door completely unaware what was happening till he felt a sudden fire erupt in his arm, almost as if it had been ripped completely off from what had hit it. Going into a roll Zamza managed to make it out the doorway dodging the rest of the bullets, but his right arm was completely immobile. An entrance and exit wound in his shoulder showed where the bullet had went in and the loose feeling let Zamza knew that it had also completely dislocated his shoulder while shattering the bones. He couldn't feel anything from his arm as he rose to his feet teeth gritted. The women was good and that was something he had to give her, but he knew where she would come from.

There was only one way down, and Zamza planned to meet the bounty hunter right there as well. His own blaster pistol gripped in his left hand he saw the women come down the stairs her own weapons ready. With a calming breath Zamza stepped his left foot forward to make himself a smaller target while firing twice. Once at each of the women's pistols, then moving his right leg in a sweeping motion that brought him low while still making him a small target he'd fire twice more at her hands as he was sure she'd be reaching for a second pair of pistols if he was able to disarm her. "Will you just stop and listen to reason?" Zamza would ask as he'd hold up his own blaster pistol aimed at the women.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva rounded the corner and came face to face with the last thing she had expected, an ambush. Everything happened in slow motion. Her left hand came up, pistol leveled at the man's head but it was too late to change what was happening. He fired once and immediately swept his weapon toward her right. The first bolt impacted the bayonet of her raised pistol and tore the weapon from her hand. She felt the heat wave against her face as the bolt detonated and the pain that lanced up her arm as her first and second fingers broke. The second bolt struck the loose sleeve of her trench coat, throwing her right arm out wide and spoiling the aim of the bolt she sent back.

There was a scream of pain.

She tired to roll back around the corner but it was pointless. Another bolt impacted her left wrist, lucky her coat took the worst of it. Unfortunately the impact threw her already injured hand against her armored torso and she fell backwards onto the stairs.

Again she cried out in pain as she scrambled up several steps. Another bolt whipped by harmlessly. Her right hand rose, firing a pair of shots toward the corner but he hadn't followed. She got back to her feet a moment later, her shoulder pressed to the wall and her pistol raised waiting for him to pursue. Instead he called out to her. She listened with half an ear as she examined her wounds. A small bone protruded from her first finger, bleeding steadily. It didn't hurt. The blast to her wrist had left her arm numb and charred. Feth.

She holstered her pistol and quickly pulled her scatter blaster back out. The fingers of her left hand weren't responding and she couldn't change the power setting back to killing strength. A laugh escaped the Blood Matron, not the psychotic musical laugh from before. No this one was broken and choked with pain, "Why the feth should I listen to your reason? You betrayed your nation boy. You killed your way out of your nation's army, destroyed the equipment they issued you and went into hiding! Go ahead. Reason your way out of being a coward! This one I gotta hear."

She waited for him to start speaking again. The moment he did she rounded the corner and started pouring energy bolts down the hall. Every squeeze of the trigger sent a cone of stun rounds toward the man, dozens at once.

Someone was going down.

[member="Zamza Ra'Kira"]

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

Zamza could hear the women's screams from down the hall but only a fool would've went after a hunter as well prepared as her. Even if his shots had landed there could be any number of traps that lay in waiting for him. Anything from a bomb placed on the stairs to a window for her snipers to take him out from. He was actually hoping the women would give him a chance to explain and he had lowered his weapon though his eyes watched for any sign of movement. It would've been even more foolish to drop ones guard around an enemy. "I was ta-" Zamza started though stopped diving for the room the moment he saw the red skinned women round the corner. He could feel his heartbeat hammering as he feared the worst and as the stun bolts flew by he felt a sudden burning feeling in his leg as it seemed to go completely limp. All that came from the limb was a buzzing feeling that one got when their leg was asleep though this would be much more long lasting.

Having made it into the room if only by the skin of his teeth Zamza drug himself across the floor where he propped himself against the wall to the side of the doorway ensuring he was out of sight of the window as well. His efforts wouldn't matter if he got a slug through the chest. "Feth women! Just listen!" Zamza yelled over her fire as he unholstered his second blaster pistol and sat it in his lap. Every now and again Zamza groaned as he felt his right arm screaming out. His limb felt on fire, and with the dead weight that was his right leg he wouldn't be going anywhere. Head against the wall Zamza began speaking again. "I bet that bounty didn't say why I deserted now did it? What they did to us as children?" Zamza asked waiting for a heartbeat before continuing.

"They stole us at birth. Any of us that were capable of using what you people call the force. They stole us and for the first ten years of our life threatened to kill us all. At the slightest sign of any quirks or mental habits that they deemed unnecessary they would get rid of us. Not only that but they tried to brainwash us... They forced me to kill the only person I had there! Do you know what thats like? To have your best friend... No the one you love ripped from your arms due to the machinations of those that you fight for? I did not abandon the Xedael Empire without reason. Can you not see that past the credit signs?"

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

She fired, he dove to the side. She fired again and again and again before she stopped. Four blasts spent, six remaining. She knew her weapons well and had impeccable memory when it came to tracking her ammunition. She pressed down the hall, blaster raised with tension on the trigger. If he came around that corner he was getting a mouthful of stun bolts, no two ways about it in the Zabrak's mind.

Then he started speaking again. Why do they always try to talk their way out? Was the first dark thought through her mind. It was like someone had handed the man a script titled "How to break Zenva's hearts." She was a cold blood killer, tried and tested. She killed for sport, pleasure, money, all manner of reasons. She was a man eater, literally. She thrived off the flesh and blood of those she had killed and she had been at it for years. But she wasn't soulless, she wasn't without mercy, and she had certainly never harmed a child.

Dark memories flickered through her mind. Memories of a child beaten and tortured by her own mother in a fruitless attempt to create the perfect acolyte. Xenni, the demon of her childhood, had been the stuff of nightmares. Ones that still robbed the Zabrak of sleep from time to time.

"Last chance to do this the easy way kid." Her voice growing closer as she advanced. "Throw out your weapons and I won't throw another grenade in there. You're bleeding. You're leg is useless for a long while judging by how many of those bolts hit you. Think. Please. Put the guns down and get medical attention. If you don't." Her voice was choked with pain, not all of it physical injury. "If you don't, I'm tossing a frag in after you. I'm too busted up to risk walking in there kid. Throw your pistols out the door."

[member="Zamza Ra'Kira"]

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

Zamza could hear the pain in her voice but didn't know whether it was from what he had told her, or because she had been hit by a few blasterbolts. Either way it went the way she spoke told Zamza that she still planned on turning him in, he had no intentions of going back to the Xedael Empire. For them to execute him the moment they had him in their grasp, or even worse brainwash him into being a loyal soldier once more. Neither option was what he wanted to happen, but the hunter was leaving him with very few options left. He also had no want to take her life.

"Fine I give up." Zamza said as he grunted moving his way closer to the doorway so he could toss his pistols out of it. Listening to her footsteps he caculated just how far she'd be from him and quickly tumbled out the doorway tossing one of his blaster pistols at her. The thing about the pistols in this portion of the galaxy was the tibianna gas they ran on. Very explosive things Zamza had found out not to long into his journey so as the pistol approached the women he fired a shot directly at the pistol sending a chain reaction the caused the gas canister to explode. He had shot at it far enough away from the women to where she wouldn't get shrapnel in the face, but so the kinetic force of the explosion would throw he back.

Without being able to use his left leg Zamza literally ended up rolling on his side through the hall. Flicking the blaster pistol to stun he fired bolt after bolt intending on stunning the women. He had no intentions to kill her as of yet, but she was pushing him very close to it. Continuing his roll he'd roll into the room across from the one he was just in waiting for more shots from the hunter.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The man came rolling out the doorway and that was all Zenva needed to start firing again. Her first blast was aimed more or less at his torso as he rolled out. His pistol came sailing through the air in the same moment, a bolt from his remaining pistol chasing it a moment later. The Zabrak gritted her teeth and fired again.

There was an explosion, that much she knew. It staggered the huntress as shrapnel littered the hall. Again her scatter blaster went off though she was uncertain of her aim. His pistol kept ringing and her right leg buckled. Years of training turned her fall into a roll as she found a door jam to put between her and her bounty. His pistol spat several more rounds before going quite. She chanced a quick glance around the corner to find the hall empty. He had gone into the room across the hall.

She tried and failed to get her legs under herself, the right one was completely numb and unresponsive. Feth. He had clipped her unarmored leg with several stun rounds. How annoying. "Boy! Wise up. This is the last time I make this offer so listen real careful. Stand down. Do it now and you don't die tonight. For feth sake man, you're out gunned and trapped in this building. You step outside and my people will teach you exactly what 'ventilated' means. Or you can be smart. Stand down and I'll see to it you get to use that shoulder again."

Her scatter blaster was set on the ground beside her and one of her primary pistols was drawn. It took her a moment but she got herself positioned to were she had a clear shot at the new room he was in and still had most of her body hidden by the wall. "You come out guns blazing and I'll kill you kid. I swear to the Gods, I'll kill you the moment to round that corner with a fething weapon." There was no anger in her tone. No sense of empty threats. Her voice was calm. She meant every word of it and it was tearing the veteran soldier apart inside. No child deserved what had happened to that man.

[member="Zamza Ra'Kira"]

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

Zamza had made it to the other room unscarred and without being hit but not due to a less skill on the women's part. The shots had almost struck him, so close in fact that his clothes were completely shredded. His jacket was destroyed and had been left in the hall, and his shirt was in tatters revealing his upperbody. Breathing heavily Zamza felt his head swimming from the shoulder wound, blood coated his upperbody and wouldn't stop. If he had been able to still use the force he'd probably would be able to staunch it. Tossing away his blaster pistol and out into the hall for the women to see Zamza took the remains of his shirt and began to put pressure on his shoulder. This battle was over for him. He had spent all his ammo, his knife was still presumably somewhere upstairs in his room, and his other blaster pistol lay in pieces in the hall.

"Fine you have me." Zamza said "My pistols in the hall, completely empty... I give." Zamza said. He wanted to believe the women's words but he just didn't know for sure. 75 thousand credits was not something anyone would scoff at from what he saw. At least from the large amount of bounty hunters after him thats what he at least figured. She indeed had him cornered. He could try busting his way through the floor, but that would take to long and that wouldn't deal with the snipers outside that would finish him off. Not to mention his right leg still being completely numb.

"So you have me, my numb leg, and my destroyed shoulder." Zamza said rolling into the hall hands up so she could see he was unarmed. "So what's next? You go trade me in for your reward? They'll kill you, ya know. They won't pay you, I know this for a fact. My existence is something they don't want known by anyone knowing. The existence of other commando's like me... They'll just kill whoever takes me in and erase all traces of the bounty."

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The man's pistol came through the doorway and two bolts of blaster fire impacted the floor directly behind the weapon a split second later. Silently the Matron thanked the Gods that the man had finally given up instead of following his weapon out the door. When he crawled out, bleeding, battered and hands in the air Zenva let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

Her eyes narrowed and her pistol stayed trained on the man's head. Slowly her broken and blackened left hand rose to activate the comm built into her Shadez. "All teams relocate. Charlie, secure Exfil. Bravo, on me. I need medics asap. Alpha team, secure route to extraction." Slowly she managed to push herself to a standing position, more accurately a leaning one. Her back against the wall was all that kept her upright. "Just stay down kid. Move and I paint the floor with the inside of your skull." The Zabrak didn't seem to be listening.

A few moments of tense silence passed before the sound of boots started to fill the hall. More than a dozen soldiers came pouring up the stairwell. At each floor a pair broke off to stand sentry. By the time soldiers appeared behind Zenva there were only eight, each wrapped in full battle armor with rifles raised. The Matron's pistol remained level the whole time. "Kil'kae, collar him and plug the holes in him."

The first warrior to pass the Zabrak nodded once as it advanced on the wounded man. The soldiers were near impossible to tell apart, their armor matched and there was no visible indicators of rank or personalization. The only obvious difference was the weapons they carried. Some had grenade launchers on their blaster rifles, others had slug throwers with shotgun attachments. One, who stopped beside Zenva, carried a squad assault weapon and had it trained on the man.

The first soldier slung it's rifle and knelt next to the man. It produced a metal collar and clamped it around the man's throat. Instantly he felt his connection to the force shatter, severed as long as the collar remained in place. A delicate woman's voice, musical and soft, came from beneath the heavy armor, "Try not to move. This is going to hurt but it will seal the wound." The woman produced an aerosol can, attached a wide plastic tube to the top and immediately shoved the tube into the man's bullet wound. A biochemical foam filled the wound in an instant. Oh it hurt and left the shoulder mostly immobile but the bleeding stopped. A second later two more soldiers dragged the man roughly to his feet.

Zenva's voice barked through the hall, "Move out." Was all she said as she was helped down the stairwell. Six soldiers closed ranks around the prisoner and, at rifle point, began helping him down as well. Outside the roar of engines could be heard as an old Lambda shuttle touched down in the street.

[member="Zamza Ra'Kira"]

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

Zamza didn't speak again after he heard the women call in her team. He was simply to old and to tired for everything that had happened. Just how many things had happened to him since his coming to the galaxy? He met some Echani women that had been trapped in time, An insane Vong named Dredge and now he was faced with being captured by bounty hunters still. Maybe it was time to get some rest. He could see the darkness trying to take him, soothing him. It swam at the corners of his eyes, Zamza didn't want to fight it anymore. Leaning his head down Zamza planned on sleeping till he felt a collar snap around his neck. Due to still being disconnected from the force due to the grenade earlier Zamza didn't even realize what the collar was doing.

Being no stranger to pain Zamza gritted his teeth as the biofoam filled the wound in his arm. It was like pouring alcohol on a wound as it burned and itched. Thankfully or not so much they bandaged the arm as well keeping Zamza from scratching at it. Though the temptation was still there. Now after all the reinforcements had come Zamza realized just how outclassed he was without the force. Maybe if he had some forewarning he would've been able to take them all on without the force. Though that was a mighty big maybe, the chances would still be slim. So as he was carried out into the streets Zamza saw just how barren they were. People were probably still out gambling and such. None would know he was gone. "So whats next?" Zamza asked the women as he was buckled into his seat.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]