The Cynthion Hotel stood several hundred meters over the rest of the block. It's gleaming silver structure consisted of eight towers interconnected by one central tower, all protruding from a single octagonal base. The towers facing the cardinal directions were rectangular in shape, while those facing the intercardinal directions were hexagonal. They were joined at the center by a circular tower, wider and taller than the rest.
The airspeeder made it's descent towards the landing platform atop the northwest tower. The space was situated just outside the tower's penthouse, reserved for the guest currently occupying that accommodation. Gliding onto the platform, the airspeeder came to a halt. The driver exited his vehicle and opened the door for Bruma. She stepped out with Jerrico following close behind.
"You two have a splendid evening," the driver said.
"We certainly will," Bruma replied, giving Jerrico a sultry look.
As the driver got back into his airspeeder and departed for his next job, Jerrico and Bruma made their way over the penthouse. The building had a semi-hexagonal form, with a minimalistic design. It was broad in size, taking up a quarter of the roof, allowing plenty of room for guests. Climbing a short flight of permacrete stairs, they stepped onto the porch and toward the front entrance. Just as Jerrico was about to pull a keycard from his breast-pocket, the doors slid open without the need for one. They were unlocked.
Not possible. He thought. I know I locked them before leaving.
He was unnerved but he did not let it show. Remaining outwardly calm, he lead Bruma into the living room. The lavish space was decorated with greel wood furniture and gundark leather upholstery. Standing motionless in the center of it all was V-3PX, one of the Cynthion's protocol droids. Jerrico and Bruma froze when they saw what had been done to him. The bronze humanoid automaton was decapitated. His head, with it's harsh angular face, laid on the floor at his feet. His two bug-eyed photoreceptors cast a vacant stare at his master.
"...W-what in the...?" Jerrico stammered, struggling for words.
He stared back at his servant in horror, then turned his attention to item clasped in the hands of the headless droid. The body of V-3PX held a silver rotomolded plasteel case in front of it's chest. The way it gripped the underside appeared as though it was presenting the object.
"I think someone wants you to open it," Bruma whispered anxiously.
Jerrico reached out with the force, scanning the case with his mind for anything that might allow him to intuit it's contents. To his surprise, he did sense something. A feeling of familiarity, nostalgia even, emanated from the alloy box. He stepped with caution toward the droid, then stopped directly in front of it. Bruma watched on, still frozen in place, awaiting the outcome. Jerrico lifted the two latches with each hand and opened the case. His eyes grew wide with fright and recognition as a short gasp escaped his mouth. Laid on the foam interior was a lightsaber. His lightsaber. The one he had pawned when he first came to Nar Shaddaa seeking a new life. He took it his right hand, still in disbelief over what he was seeing.
"Impossible," he murmured quietly to himself.
"Not impossible," Bruma interjected. "Just rather difficult to acquire. But it was worth it, Jedi"
Just as her words registered with him, the case's foam interior was flung into the air. Another hidden lightsaber emerged from underneath, flying into her right hand through the force. She ignited the weapon, producing a burning red blade from the hilt.