Lord Nexus
Lord of Chaos
Heralded by a blood curdling scream, Zhin knew he had to move- and fast at that. Bumping into denizens as he ran, his only goal was to avoid it, what ever it was. He rounded a corner, and suddenly felt the ice cold hands of dread grip his stomach. It was a dead end.
Moments before
Then he heard dread. In the form of a foot step. Slowly turning, assuming that if the devil wanted him dead, he would have killed him already. Turning to face him, he tried to make a face, but all he saw was a pale chin, a silver beard, and glowing yellow eyes. The figure did not blink.
=Darth Nexus=
"Give it to me."
He reached up, with an armored hand.
Moments before
And now here he stood. At a dead end with some demon hunting him down. Looking up at the towering metal covered walls, he swallowed, trying to come up with a plan.Zhin couldn't shake an ominous feeling. The cantina was thriving and tips were coming in- it should have been a good night- but somehting was off. There was a large crew of alien smugglers that had taken up one of the 'premium' booths, who had been reveling about a supposed great haul. They weren't tipping, but any bartender would know the type. Loud, boisterous and disruptive, better known as a**holes. He paid them no mind and was going about his duties. Then he felt him.
A man in heavy robes stepped through the front door. He was clad in heavy black robes, with his hood drawn. In most places, that would alarm people, but not in Nar Shaddaa; but it was what he felt that put him at discomfort. It was cold, akin to the eerie silence before the storm.
=Zhin=
"Want a drink, mate?"
The figure ignored him, which causes Zhin to reach under the bar for his 'crowd control'. Bad sign. Then events happened in a frenzy. Few words were spoken, but he did hear the man's tone, and the words that started this nightmare.
The robed man made his way to the table, slow and steady in his stride, As he came closer, one of the smugglers stood up. He was an impressively large Trandoshan- which made him note the man's size, as he was at eye level with the scaly hulk.
-Darth Nexus-
"Where is it."
-Trandoshan-
Private party. Leave.
With the imminent brawl, Zhin stepped back, ready to react in the blink of an eye. He still wasn't prepared for what he saw. The veil had fallen; he suddenly sensed what could be best described as a maelstrom of evil, radiating from the man. It was a dark and terrifying power that seemed to grip Zhin in terror. Unable to move, due to the sudden revelation, all he could do was watch as the figure reached up in a fluid motion and touch the Trandoshan on the chest.
With the touch, the smuggler was sent crashing into a near by wall, back first, with a terrifyingly audible crunch. The show of power must have terrified the smugglers as well, as they did not move, but stare in horror.
-Darth Nexus-
I said. WHERE. IS. IT!
His booming voice reverberated through out the cantina. Most hardened cantina dwellers took that as their queue to run. Only, they couldn't. The illumination strips suddenly pulsed violently, flickering on and off, and the front door made an audible click, indicating it was locked. That was when the screaming began. The smugglers seemed to finally snap out of their horror as they all stood raising blasters.
A snap hiss and an omious red glow broke Zhin out of his. Taking cover behind the counter, he heard blaster fire, hums and crunches, and of course, their screams. But one sound seemed to slice through it all; the clang of metal, which was right next to him. Zhin looked to his right, and in a moment of horror induced confusion, saw what appeared to be a medallion. And at that point he knew. This was the cause of the trouble, and it was his best chance at getting out of this alive. The screams still hadn't stopped, Zhin grasped the medallion and rolled over, pressing a concealed button on his side of the bar.
Click.
The noise was followed by a sudden, penetrating silence. He knew. As he rolled to his right, he cursed himself, knowing his bug-out door had alerted the man in black. Then he let his body do the work for him. Suddenly, fueled by a burst of adrenaline, he rolled into the open port (hidden door) and hit the ground running, all the while with the screams echoing in his mind.
Then he heard dread. In the form of a foot step. Slowly turning, assuming that if the devil wanted him dead, he would have killed him already. Turning to face him, he tried to make a face, but all he saw was a pale chin, a silver beard, and glowing yellow eyes. The figure did not blink.
=Darth Nexus=
"Give it to me."
He reached up, with an armored hand.