Chapter 1: Death
It is relatively quiet in Hadon's cantina, on the planet of Brentaal. Most of the regular visitors of Hadon's cantina are doing business at this time of the day. One particular regular isn't planning on doing any work this day. He wouldn't get any work done if he tried, for his thoughts are on the painful events of his past.
His name is Zim Marrow. At this time of the day he is usually fixing droids and other machinery. His repairing skills are pretty good, which isn't all that surprising since he's been a technician for as long as he can remember. He started repairing things for smugglers when he was still just a kid. Now he has his own repair facility here on Brentaal.
Zim is at his third drink -- or is it his fourth? -- when he sees her. "Myrin?" he asks, carefully. But it can't be Myrin, Myrin is... one with the force. Exactly one year ago she died. So, logically it can't be her, but there is nothing logical about here death either. Zim has to be sure.
He starts walking to the woman, she is just 2 tables away. He calls her again and she turned around to look at him. But it isn't her. She has the same dark hair as Myrin, but not the blue eyes. Instead they were dark brown. "Sorry", he says, "I thought you were...". That is a far as he gets. He takes another sip of his drink and starts to head back to his spot when the woman asks: "Who is Myrin?" He turns around. "Was... She's dead," he says and quickly takes another sip from his drink to wash away the grief he feels coming up through his throat.
"What happened?"
Why does she ask these questions? Why can't she leave him allone? As Zim asks himself these questions he feels anger rising.
"Why do want to know?! Can't you see it hurts enough already!" he snaps. Before he finishes the sentence, he already regrets what he is saying.
"I'm sorry, I'm just..." he pauses, trying to find the words to finish the sentence. The woman beats him to it.
"..Not in the mood to talk about it? I understand. Though sometimes, talking about it can be relieving." She has a point there. Zim hasn't talked about his past for some time, because it hurts too much. It all happened a year ago, but to him it feels like it was only yesterday. Maybe it hurts too much, because he hasn't talked about it?
He sighs. "Perhaps, you're right."
"It's a long story though"
He takes another sip from his drink and puts the empty glass on the bar.
"and I'm out of credits." he says with a grin.
"All right, then. Bartender! One Tarisian Ale and whatever this guy wants. What's your name anyway?"
"Zim, Zim Marrow." They shake hands "Jane Dheramer".
"Tarisian Ale? I thought they were only available on Taris?"
"They were, but after the destruction of Taris, some Twi'lek named Griff Vao tried to replicate the drink. It didn't work out though; he mixed the wrong ingredients. His drink however became the new Tarisian Ale. It's nothing like the original, but it's not bad either."
For a moment they are both silent. When they get their drinks Zim starts his story.
"I don't know anything about my birth. I don't know what my home planet is, who my parents are or were. What I do know was that I was good with machines. I still am. My repair shop: the Art of reparation, is located not far to the north."
"Subtly advertising your store now, are you?" Jane asks dryly.
"Ah well, it never hurts to try." Zim says with a smirk. "Besides, I need to make a living. I can't do that without customers."
"Anyway, let's continue the story."
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I grew up as a slave. Officially I was an employee, but I didn't get any pay besides my 2 meals a day and shelter, which was usually no more than some walls and a roof. I got sold often to anyone who was interested in a cheap mechanic. Eventually I ended up with a man named Cortos Vrak. He was a smuggler, a small time smuggler/pirate with a lot of ambition, but lacking in the skill department. He let others do all the work for him, while he spendt the money they earned for him. He didn't care about his employees, which suited me fine. As long as I did my job reasonably well, he would leave me alone. Many of my previous owners would punish hard me if only the slightest thing went wrong.
I was sixteen when my life got turned upside down, which was actually a good thing. I was working on a cleaner droid when my boss entered the workshop, with an acquaintance of his, A man of average size. His black hair was only a few millimeters long. The hair in front of his ears got gradually shorter the lower you looked and eventually faded into a stubbly beard. I estimated his age at about 30 years. I realized I had stopped working and quickly continued. I knew what this was about, I had experienced this many times before. The guy who was with my boss, was going to see if I was worth "hiring". So I off course had to at least appear to be working hard.
"Zim! Come here, Rhylo here wants to meet you." he shouted.
"Just a minute!" I replied.
"What do you mean just a minute?! Come here now or I'll..." He stopped, no doubt because it wouldn't look good to the potential buyer. "He's just kidding, aren't you Zim? Funny kid, always joking. Hehe." he continued with a not so genuine smile.
"No, I'm not." I said, not even looking at him.
This turned his smile, if you could call it a smile, into something cold and angry. As the merchandise I was also expected to obey my boss's commands immediately. So this wouldn't look very good, but I didn't care. I couldn't come over right away because my hands were occupied with delicate droid parts. If I left this exposed on the floor it would be permanently damaged and cost my boss a lot of money. I wasn't in the mood to tell him that. In fact, I didn't really want to leave. Not because I liked it here, but because I knew from experience that there were a lot of worser places.
Vrak was about to shout some more, when I was just finished covering up the delicate components and started walking in his direction. I turned to Rhylo and shook his hand.
"Nice to meeat you, Rhylo." I said in yet another way to rebel against my boss. I was supposed to address everyone with sir, especially those who didn't belong to Vrak's pirate gang.
"Likewise Zim, your boss told me a lot of good things about you."
"Well, he never mentioned any of them to me." I turned to my boss and nodded. "Thank you Mr. Vrak" I said sarcastically. I didn't think my boss's face could look any angrier, but it did. I expected to see a look of disgust in Rhylo's eyes, the appropriate way to look at a disobeying slave. Instead he seemed to be amused by it. I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Vrak's communication device beeped and he flicked it on. I couldn't hear what was said, but the voice from the comm unit sounded slightly panicked. Vrak flicked the comm off now and turned back to Rhylo. "I'm sorry, but I have to leave you. I have some business to attend to."
Rhylo nodded in understanding and as soon as my boss was out of sight turned to me. He was smiling even more than before.
"Well Zim, I think I have a proposition to your liking. I'm in need of a mechanic for my ship. And it seems that you don't really like working here. What do you think of 500 credits a month for starters including food and a place to sleep."
Well this was a certainly a surprise. No one had ever offered me a salary. In fact no one had ever offered me anything, they just bought me from my owner, I didn't have anything to say about it.
"I don't mean any offence, but how do I know I will like it better?"
"Well, I'm fairly certain you will, but to put you at ease: you will be free to quit anytime you want. I promise you we won't stop you if you do."
I took a moment to consider it. The salary was certainly a good thing and the ability to leave when I wanted even better. But how could I trust the word of a man I didn't know, a smuggler? I decided it was worth the risk. As a slave you don't get many opportunities like this.
"OK, I accept your offer."
A moment later as if he knew we were finished here, Vrak came back with two trandoshan bodyguards.
"Rhylo! What have you done with my AAI chips?! Where are they?!" He asked furiously.
"What are you talking about? I don't know anything about any chips." Rhylo replied
"Yeah, that's what they all say. It's just a little too coincidental that this happens precisely when you are here. Guards, cuff him!"
The trandoshan on the right had only taken about half a step when three blaster shots sounded. The next moment both guards and Vrak lay on the ground, stunned.
"Thanks Kha'ri." Rhylo said and a woman appeared with a blaster in her hand. Her long blonde hair fell down behind her shoulders.
"You're welcome." her blue eyes then turned to me. "Who's your friend?"
"Ah right, meet Zim. He's going to be the new mechanic on The Chance."
Then Rhylo took one of the blasters from his belt and handed it over to me and asked:
"Do you know how to use it?"
"Yyeah, I had to repair a couple of blasters a while ago. Though, I only used them for testing purposes. I never actually tried to hit something with them." Why would he just hand me a blaster? We just met. did he trust me allready? On second thought, the two of them were experienced in combat. I wouldn't get a chance to try anything. Not that I wanted to try anything, anyway.
"That's no problem. Just shoot in the general direction of the enemy, you don't actually have to hit them. All we need is to buy ourselves some time to get away." With that he detached his comm unit from his belt.
"Marl, is everything ready? Good, we're coming your way. You can hit the remote now, we've already been discovered." Just when Rhylo flicked of his comm I heard multiple explosions in the back of Vrak's base.
"Let's go!"
We ran down the hall that led to the exit, when a dozen of Vrak's thugs came from a sidewalk in front of us. "Drop your weapons!" their leader shouted.
We were hopelessly outnumbered and there was nowhere in the hallway to hide.
"Now what?" I asked Rhylo.
"Well, we could start shooting and die, or we could do as he says and live." Kha'ri was the one who answered my question.
We put our weapons on the ground. Then dozens of blaster bolts came from the same sidewalk that had produced the thugs. In a moment only two thugs were left. As soon as they realized what had happened they dropped their weapons and put their hands up.
I expected to see dozens of Rhylo's men coming around the corner, but they stopped coming after the third had shown himself. The three of them had reduced a dozen men to two in a matter of moments.
"Ah Marl, I am sure glad to see you." Rhylo said relieved
Surprisingly it was the Duro who replied. It was even more murprising that he replied in decent basic.
"I thought you would get yourself in trouble and I didn't want to break you out of a secured prison, like last time." Duros usually aren't fighters, so it was very strange to see one covered with heavy armor and armed to the teeth. His belt was hidden behind half a dozen grenades. And with the huge repeater blaster in his hands, he definitely looked like someone you'd rather avoid. As if that wasn't enough he had a blaster on each hip and a rifle and vibroblade on his back.
The other two were human males. They weren't as heavily armed as Marl, but still looked dangerous. One of them carried a box, which no doubt contained the chips that my ex-boss was talking about earlier.
"Right." Rhylo grinned
"Anyway, Marl this is Zim. Zim they are Marl, Art and Crevar." Art was the one with the dark short hair and carried the box. Crevar was an old man, I guess he was somewhere in his early fifties. He had long, rough blonde hair that ended in a ponytail. "The more extensive introductions will have to wait. First, let's get out of here."
A few minutes later we were on our way to Rhylo's Yacht, in a speeder. The six of us were being escorted by a second speeder, occupied by 5 of Rhylo's men. They had been guarding the get-away-vehicles earlier. Surprisingly the ride had been quiet.
"Why aren't they following us?"
"Perhaps because they don't have any speeders." Crevak answered with a grin.
"They have speeders in the back of their base. I've worked on..." That's when something came back in mind. The explosions I had heard had come from the back of Vrak's base. "You blew them up."
"Yep, we did." Art confirmed and then added. "You're pretty smart, for a kid."
"Off course, Rhylo only hires the best." Kha'ri commented.
"Oh, so you're gonna be the new repairman. You got any experience with the N.U. 14 Yacht series?"
"No, I mostly repair droids and weapons. In fact, the closest thing to a space ship I have ever worked on is a Kuati K6 speeder."
"Then I guess I'll be working with you a lot for a while."
We had finally reached The Chance. I was talking with Rhylo and Art when Crevar's voice came over the Ship's intercom: "Rhylo, we have spotted 3 unidentified freighters coming straight at us." immediately the three of us ran to the bridge.
"Can we reach to lightspeed before they arrive?" Rhylo asked.
"Yes, but not without them getting our vector. And it'll take too long to calculate a secure route."
"Ok then, send the signal, start calculating the route and open a communication channel to those freighters."
"OK."
Vrak's head appeared on the holo screen and he didn't seem very happy.
"Rhylo!" He shouted angrily.
"Cortos Vrak. What can I do for you?" Rhylo asked surprisingly calm.
"You can give me back my chips and my mechanic!"
"Well, hang on let me check something out. I do have a box of A.A.I. chips, but it says here that the owner is I.E. Corporation." Rhylo said dryly "Well, what a coincidence, they belong to my client."
Then he added more seriously: "I see you have already sold five of the chips. That should easily cover the price you were going to ask for Zim."
Suddenly the ship jolted. "They have locked us in a tractor beam." Crevar announced. He was rather calm too. In fact no one on the bridge seem to make a big deal out of this whole situation.
"Don't play with me, Rhylo! You're trapped and outnumbered." Vrak's voice had turned from anger to frustration.
"Outnumbered?" This drew a laugh from the whole crew, except me. I had no idea what was going on. "Vrak, you really should have paid more attention at your basic math class. If I remember correctly three is less than six." The screen turned blank and then I noticed something behind Vrak's ships. There was a steady flow of incoming and outgoing ships and from that flow five ships had emerged. All five of them seemed to have nothing in common except that they all flew in the direction of Vrak's three freighters. Vrak appeared on the holo screen again.
"One day you'll pay for this Rhylo!"
"Yes, I'm looking forward to that day." Rhylo concluded with a mocking smile and turned off the holo.
For the next couple of years I'd be working for Rhylo as the mechanic of his personal ship. He had got it from a client, who didn't have enough credits to pay him for his services. So he paid Rhylo with a ship instead.
'The Chance' used to be yacht, untill Rhylo got his hands on it. With all its modifications, it had pretty much become a combat vessel. The ship now had heavy shields instead of the standard shields that are usually found on this type. On each side of the ship there was a dual turbolaser. Furthermore there were 2 lasers and torpedo launchers assembled on the front of the ship. Various other, less visible modifications had been made, some of them to increase the ship's speed or maneuverability.
The job was a huge change comparing with the previous work I did. Yes, I still had to repair things, but mostly I would be working on fixing the ship or improving it with some new modifications. Unlike before, I also got to talk a lot with Rhylo and his men. I spend most of the time with Art. His job on The Chance was a mystery to even Rhylo himself. He loved to fly, so he'd often relieve Maverik, the pilot, or Crevak, the co-pilot from his duty and take The Chance for a spin. He was also pretty good in combat and tactics, which made him useful on most of Rhylo's missions. The better part of his time however he'd help me with the ship's repairs and modifications. In my first months with Rhylo, he taught me the art of repairing ships. I learn fast, so it wasn't long before I could do most of the work on my own. Still it was much more fun to work on the ship together with him.
Repairing wasn't the only thing I did. I also joined on some of Rhylo's missions, usually to bypass a security system or to slice highly secured mainframes. These missions were pretty risky and often involved fighting. Thus I was thought how to use a blaster and some martial arts by Marl and Kha'ri. This turned out to be very useful on numerous occasions, not just the missions.
One of the best things about the new job was the spare time. At first I didn't what to do with it, I hardly had any of that before. But I quickly learned that my favorite way of spending the time was talking to one of the other crewmembers. At first I listened mostly, I never knew anything interesting to talk about. I didn't mind that, the others especially Art were great storytellers. I liked the stories a lot and eventually started writing them down on my datapad. This gave me something to do in my spare time. Eventually they were out of stories and kept repeating the old stories a lot and I came up with my own stories, mostly about things I had experienced myself.
I was 23 when we were on Coruscant for what was supposed to be a simple delivery mission. We were docked at the lower levels of the planet-sized city. It was daytime on this part of the planet, I could only know that by looking the chronometer. The towers of Coruscant rise so high that the the lower part is always covered in the dark, except when the sun is exactly above you. Then Rhylo came running to the ship together with Art and... no Marl? They came up the ramp exhausted.
"Maverik, lift off! Deko, calculate an evasive route to base!" He shouted. The normally calm Rhylo was now furious.
"Art, Zim, Lasers! Now!"
I had never seen him like this. I knew better then to ask what had happened or to question his order in this state, so instead I ran with Art to the turbolasers.
"They killed him. They killed Marl!" Art answered my unspoken question with a mixture of anger and grief. Even though I largely expected this, the answer shocked me. Marl had thought me how to fight and he had saved my life several times. As a bodyguard that was his job, but that didn't make his death any easier.
We were barely out of Coruscant's atmosphere when the tense voice of Deko came over the intercom. "We have fourteen incoming vessels!" Deko was the replacement of Crevar, who had retired a month ago. He was young and didn't have much experience yet, but like all of Rhylo's recruits he was very good. Being good isn't everything however, he also had to be able to handle the stress. If we were going to get out of this alive, then his performance in this situation was very likely going to seal his future in the organization. "One modified freighter, a Bilbringie Blastboat type C and twelve Zeta class starfighters!" he continued. We could handle the freighter and perhaps even the blastboat too. We were however no match for a complete squadron of starfighters. Our best chance was to run, but we could not escape to hyperspace as long as we were within a gravity well.
"How long before we are out of Coruscant's gravity well?" It was not Rhylo, but his second in command Kha'ri who had asked the question. No doubt she convinced Rhylo to deal with the loss and let her step in for now. Marl was Rhylo's best friend. We were all devastated by his loss, but Rhylo was the most affected by it. The only thing I could imagine that would have been more painful for him would be the loss of Kha'ri. They would never admit it to the rest of us, but I was pretty sure that their relationship went far beyond being colleagues.
"Not before their starfighters get to us first." Deko got gradually more tense judging by the sound of his voice.
It took a few moments before Kha'ri answered.
"Deko, divert power from all non essential systems to rear shields and cannons. Zim, Art, keep them behind us for as long as possible."
Moments later the ship shook from the laserbolts the starfighters sent out against our shields.
"Shields are holding." Deko's relieved voice came over the intercom. The starfighters must have figured that out as well, because the next thing they tried was to get past us and pound the front of our ship. Art and I sent out a rain of fire on both sides of the ship to discourage them and it worked too, at least for a while. Suddenly three of the ships made a complex evasive maneuver and came through our barrage of fire. All three of them started an attack run on the starboard side of the ship. Since I was the port side gunner I couldn't do anything about them at all, so I kept shooting at the other ships that try to get through at my side. Suddenly the ship shook again, but it wasn't the result of a laserbolt against the shields. The shake came from the surviving starfighter of the trio that got through our defensive perimeter. It's laser bolts slammed against the unprotected half of the ship.
"compartment D3,4 and 5 breached and sealed! No, damage any critical systems." Deko was now almost panicking.
"Deko, activate full shields!" Kha'ri's order was unnecesary. The ship jolted again and stars turned into lines and the lines faded into the nothingness of hyperspace. We were safe, for now.
It took almost a week of jumping in and out of hyperspace before we finally arrived at out destination: the third moon of Agamar. The moon was a lifeless rock, on which Rhylo had built his homebase. The base was built in a cave, one of the remains of the growth that had been on this moon thousands of years ago.
I hadn't spoke to Rhylo since Coruscant and decided it was time to change that. As I approached Rhylo's quarter I heard him talking to Kha'ri.
"It has to be you in 'The Blade'." The Kha'ri Blade was a ship Rhylo had built for his second in command a year ago.
"There is no other way. They know The Chance and I'm needed here. We can't keep hiding from them, so we need to find evidence that we were set up and clear our name." After this it was silent so I decided to go in. Inside I saw them kissing each other. I quickly turned around in the hope they hadn't spotted me yet, but it was too late.
"Zim! don't you ever knock?!" Rhylo shouted.
"No... I mean... I'm sorry, sir" I replied embarrassed.
"Don't call me 'sir', you know I hate it when you do that." I knew that. It was a reaction I had learned in the days when I was still a slave. Even after seven years I still said it automatically when I was uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I thought you two were finished."
"Don't worry about it, Zim." Kha'ri said and Rhylo added: "Just keep this quiet, I don't want anyone to think I'm putting Kha'ri before the rest." With that Kha'ri glanced with a partly angry partly surprised look at Rhylo. "You don't put me before the others?" she asked him, not quite serious.
"Hey, I didn't say that. I just don't want them to think I do, I didn't say I don't do it." Rhylo replied.
He continued as Kha'ri left Rhylo's quarter. "Anyway, what did you want to talk about, Zim?"
"Well... I just wanted to know what happened back on Coruscant to Marl." It was really hard to say his name. "I know he was your best friend, but I liked him as well. I want to know who killed him!" At that moment I wanted nothing more than revenge.
Rhylo waited a moment and then answered . "I killed him." I looked at him with disbelief. "If I had just let someone check out the case with the spice thoroughly... The case contained a bomb. I handed it over to the client and a few moments later it exploded and killed the client. The surviving guards started shooting at me. And Marl... he jumped in front of me and took the bolts." He swallowed "So that's why I didn't tell you or anyone else, only Kha'ri knows. It's my fault that Marl is dead." It took me a while to absorb what he had said.
"You're not the one who killed him." I finally said. As I said it I figured Kha'ri must have told him this hundreds of times, apparently without success, so my effort was probably in vain. I started to walk to the door. Then I stopped as I remembered something I had wanted to say earlier. "This thing between you and Kha'ri, I don't think anyone will mind. Besides, everyone suspects it. I know I wasn't surprised when I saw you two kissing." He didn't say anything so I just went back to my own quarter.
"Everyone to The Chance!"
Two days had passed since the arrival at the homebase. I had just been woken up by the noisy alarm system.
"We have incoming contacts, most likely hostiles!"
As I entered the ship I started for the bridge where I usually sat, but then remembered that we didn't yet have a replacement for Marl, so I changed direction to go to the portside turret instead.
Rhylo's voice came over the intercom.
"Art, Zim, we have confirmed that the ships are the same from Coruscant. Fire at will! Deko, prepare for a hyperspace jump!"
"To where?" Deko asked.
"Anywhere except here."
The enemy ships finally came in range and I was about to start firing on them when went into hyperspace. About fifteen minutes later white line appeared and faded back into stars. On my right, in front of the ship, I saw a huge green/blue planet. I were much too close to it
Only seconds later red dots appeared on the my target screen.
"They must have followed our vector!" Deko said.
"Deko, is there a landing place on the planet?"
"Yes, there seems to be a small town with a landing bay on this side of the planet."
"Land there. Zim, Art, you must hold them off as long as possible."
We both immedately started shooting. Both of us were able to vaporize one fighter before they started their first attack run. The squadron was now reduced to 8 fighters. They launched a volley of laserbolts, most of which slammed into our shields.
"Shields down to 34 percent!"
I was able to get another one of the fighters and Art even destroyed two of them. But it was not enough. The five remaining ships sent out another volley, most of them were absorbed by the shield, but then the shields collapsed and the remaining bolts ate through the hull on the front of the ship. The ship shook so hard that I nearly fell out of my chair.
I expected Deko to yell out another status report, but the intercom remained silent.
"Rhylo? Deko? Anyone?" came Art's voice.
"I'm here." I said.
"Zim, thank the Force you're allright! Can you check out what happened to the others? I'll help our rescuers with the remaining enemy ships." Rescuers? I looked out of the viewport and saw three distinctly different fighters attacking our enemies. They flew in perfect unison, never had I seen anything like that in my whole life! I was so absorbed by it that I nearly forgot what I was going to do.
"Copy that, Art"
I went to the the bridge, but I couldn't enter it. The emergency hatch had sealed it from the rest of the ship. A red light next to the door indicated the chamber was exposed to vacuum. There was no doubt about it.
"Art...they are dead." For a long moment it was silent.
Then I remembered something. The bridge was sealed and the flight controls were at the bridge.
"Art, we have a problem. We're heading for that planet and I can't get to the controls!"
"Can't we route the controls to one of the turrets?"
"Yes, but it'll take at least 15 minutes." I looked outside through another viewport and saw the huge planet growing steadily larger. "We don't have 15 minutes!" Again silence filled the moment.
"Zim, get to the cargo bay at the back! The further we are away from the front of the ship, the higher our chance of survival." Though even in the cargo bay at the far back of the ship, our chances of survival were pretty much negligible.
In the cargo bay we were both silent. The loss of our friends had made us speechless. Eventually art decided to speak anyway.
"Zim... I enjoyed working with you."
"Me too, Art... Me too."
We were much more than simply colleagues, but we both new that anyway. The noise of the impact filled my ears and then everything went black.
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Zim swallows as he thinks about the crash. It happened about ten years ago, but it still is a painful memory. Fortunately, not nearly as painful as the death of Myrin. He finishes his drink and looks around. The cantina has become crowded since he started the story, and some of the newcomers are looking at him. They are no doubt listening to his story. Zim never liked crowds. It was the reason he was on the relatively sparsely populated Aredia continent. The thought of people intruding on a private conversation makes him angry, angrier than is reasonable. He wants to say something about it, shout at them, make them regret what they had done.
He stands up and reaches for his blaster, but his hand finds nothing there. He looks at his right hip and remembers that he didn't bring it with him. Then he realizes with a shock what he had nearly done. This isn't like him, is it? If he had his blaster with him, would he have pulled the trigger? The grief and anger he had felt coursing through him is now replaced with doubt and fear. He looked at Jane, his face had turned white as if he has seen a ghost.
"I have to go. I have to get out of here" He says, more to himself than to her. Then starts walking to the exit, faster after every step.
"Zim, wait! Where are you going?" Jane asks. But he doesn't seem to hear her.
In the back of Hadon's cantina, a sinister figure watches the events. Somehow he has managed to hide in a shadow, eventhough it is an extraordinarily sunny day. He grins as he feels, rather than sees, Zim leaving the cantina. The doubt and fear that is radiating from his victim's presense feels good to him. This is however only a small taste of what he is going to do with the man he hates the most. Ah yes, the upcoming days, weeks, maybe even months, are going to be great! Though, not so great for Zim.