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Mizu stood in front of Zebro the Hutt and tried not to let the stink flood her nose. She'd tuned out to most of what his translator had been saying as she concentrated on that task but his last few words had brought her back to reality.
"He wants him dead. Did you hear me?! Annihilated, destroyed, blown into so many pieces that the best surgeons in the galaxy won't be able to put him back together!!!
"I don't do assassination. Didn't you do your homework before you called me here? Pirate yes, Bodyguard, sure. Assassin? No thanks."
"You're a top killer. Lord Zebro knows you've done this kind of work before. This man is coming for him and my lord wants him gone before he has the chance to get to him
The Hutt banged his fist down on his chair causing his translator to jump in fear.
"He promises 1 trillion credits upon proof of this man's demise.
Even Mizu was a little speechless at that. She'd been holding back on saying yes to try and raise the price but still...1 trillion? Zebro was scared, really scared. Which meant this guy was bad news. She wasn't sure she should be getting involved but still.....1 trillion.
"Alright, but i'm going to need more to go on. who exactly is this Dawson?

Nal Hutta.

Looks like I'll be following your lead this time, Captain. Please, I must request that you try not to make too big of a mess? I'm still recovering from my injuries and I'd rather not have to fight the big guy.

The captain had a witty remark lined up but he had the most uncomfortable feeling that someone was speaking very ill of him. "Let's go something is wrong."

He did not wait for a response or even if the woman heard him before he was up and moving past the new guards. He nodded knowingly at the trandoshan who hissed as he passed. He could hear the voice of the hutt echoing in the distance. 'This is not part of the plan.... Let us see if there is something to be done about this.'

The pirate stood still for the briefest of moments and closed his eyes 'Imagine the spark, feed it everything, sounds, thoughts, let it become an inferno, focus on only what you desire.' his thoughts echoed the voice of his former lover as he started to move in utter silence. Dawson felt the rush and heat of the flames he focused on as he moved, it was intoxicatingly powerful but he ignored the desire to grab more of it as he made his way to the door way. The guards were either his or had not noticed his arrival, he crossed his arms leaning against the doorframe watching and listening to the Hutt and the strange woman who had his audience.

"He promises 1 trillion credits upon proof of this man's demise."

"Alright, but i'm going to need more to go on. Who exactly is this Dawson?

"As I recall there is a Captain in there somewhere is there not old chum?" he uncrossed his arms and moved into the room "Now unless I have something in my ear's which is rather unlikely, I just heard you promise someone one trillion credits to kill me?" he was gesturing with his hands looking around the room as he spoke "Tell me do you have my money, and so much of an excess that you can just throw an abundance of it behind a lone assassain?"

Dawson paused briefly giving the illusion that he was going to let the hutt speak. "Let us be perfectly clear here worm, I own you! I own everything you own, and so much more!" he was angry now, his voice boomed and he felt a surge of hot energy flowing through him "I should kill you where you lie you bloated piece of filth, your life is only your's because I have yet to setup another hutt to take your place." he pointed a finger at the hutt in an accusatory fashion. "Your leash is tighter slug, I came here for what you owe me. Now I am going to have to take everything." he shook his head glaring at the hutt.

He turned his attention away from the slug quiet content that it had been put in its place. His tone became softer as started to speak to the woman "I must inform you that he has no money in which to pay you, and I am not about to hire an assassin for myself." he bowed flourishing an arm out to his side "I am Captain Dawson as our mutual friend here seems to forget. Who may I ask are you?"

Nal Hutta - Zebro's Palace

Zara had remained impassive throughout the entire ordeal, merely observing, but kept a hand on her blaster, knowing that things were about to start getting dirty.
She wasn't quite sure what exactly was going on, but she could gather that Zebro was trying to con some woman into offing Dawson to save his own hide, and judging by the sad state of the palace Zara could only assume that he didn't have the money to pay either of them. It was all typical syndicate business, nothing that interested Zara enough to get more involved than she already was.

It wasn't until the woman started controlling the fire and threatening Dawson with it that Zara's interest had been piqued. Was this woman a Force sensitive? She stepped in front of the Zeltron, making eye contact with the woman as she projected her thoughts telepathically to her.

I don't think you want to do that.

I don't think you want to do that.
Mizu heard the words appear in her mind before watching the Hutt collapse to the ground and sighed in frustration.
"You really had to complicate things didn't you...
"He won't be paying you. He never would have to start with, so you can knock that off"
The Zeltron motioned with one blaster to the flames
"Or we can have two corpses in the room."
"You really think it's going to be that easy don't you? You made a big mistake pointing that blaster at me.
Turning to glare at the girl beside him she added,
"And you! Stay the hell out of my head!!"
Stepping backwards slowly she raised her left hand and held the flame high.
"I'm not done with either of you. You better watch your backs."
Throwing the flame at the ground it flared up and blazed so brightly that the room shone. When it died down the pirate was gone, leaving a singed hutt corpse behind.

Coruscant - Temple - Vic's Quarters

Locolvictum was in his room taking off his armor. He couldn't help but stare at the huge cut that the armor had suffered. A millimeter deeper, he may have been dead. He then felt the burn that he had suffered from where the lightsaber struck his armor. The burn expanded from the right part of his chest to the left part of his stomach. The burn hurt terribly and he lacked the time to actually go get it healed.

The battle had left many garrisons on the planet disheartened and disoriented. They all had the same thought on there minds, Why didn't the Emperor preform orbital bombardment when they had the chance?

Unfortunately his time was short and he lacked the time to actually dwell on such things. Vic wasn't sure how much time he had left before he lost himself to his own madness. Even now it was eating away at him. It was a constant whisper in his ear, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Locolvictum laid down on the bed with the leg and boot armor still on and tried to get some sleep. The whisper in his ears ever present.

Voss - Outer orbit

He growled as he sat legs crossed awaiting some sort of attempted rescue attempt. Maim forced the body to rise and make its way to the communications console, he keyed in a series of frequencies once used by the Empire they were likely outdated and no longer in use but he was running out of idea's and had no desire to return to the planet. He picked up the mic and began to speak "This is Darth Maim, member of the Dark Council and Wrath of the Emperor. I have returned to this galaxy after eons of imprisonment. I wish to reclaim my place in the galaxy. Please Respond." the message was on a loop as the man sat back down to meditate on the darkside.

Dxun-ruins

Croix and Drone were taking a break from training. As Croix sat in the corner he wondered if The force ghost had any hidden caches of stuff else where in the universe. Like hidden libraries or labs, maybe even a trophy room. Croix was wanting to learn more about stuff such as cells and how the force can manipulate things on a sub-atomic level. It would take some time but Croix was starting to learn by using small rodents as test subjects for now, causing them pain then healing. The reason for this was the Orbalisk.
The force ghost told Croix much about the Orbalisk, Such as they would heal him of any wounds, they would counteract any toxins, they would keep it's host young and powerful as long as the host could manage the pain, which proved difficult for Croix but yet he somehow managed. The main problem is that If the Orbalisk are removed, or even die, they inject a lethal toxin into their host that kills them. Removal can be done but only with precision, and heavy medicine. Croix wants to find a way to manipulate these Orbalisk so he can keep them safe and if by chance things get complicated he would ensure his survival. He would find his immortality, and he would become something more, something of which the likes no other person has seen.