If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? - William Shakespeare

-Starkiller-
-Inside the Tram-

"The Harbinger... of my sins." The Inquisitor said thoughtfully. "Harbinger. Being a forerunner? A Herald? Or is it perhaps messenger of the gods? Tell me, 'Harbinger', what exactly are my sins? Murder? Stealing? And what exactly is your purpose here? Did the Emperor send another agent without my knowledge or are you a rogue Dark Side user that works for an unsanctioned party? The Dark Side ripples off of you in waves. I was blind to have not seen it before, but now it is apparent. You are trained in the Dark Side."

That was a lot of questions Starkiller didn't care to answer. "I will give you one chance. Walk away."

"And why exactly should I do that?"

"It is more than I have ever given anyone else."

The Inquisitor smirked widely. He recognized the threat for what it was, and seemed amused by it. Pity, Starkiller wasn't trying to be amusing. "See now, young Sith, I am here under the orders of the Sith Lords. I bear their authority, their will, and you, on the other hand, have shown no authority save your own. What can you possibly be in comparison to the powers that have my back? I have the Dark Side, I have the Empire. You..." The Inquisitor motioned up with his saber slightly. "You have a Wookie, and if his confusion means anything, you don't even have that."

"You have nothing." Starkiller replied. "This is Nar Shadaa. If you die here, then Palpatine will not shed a tear. He will laugh and mock your death and how your flesh was fed to rakghouls." The inquisitor dropped the smile and snarled. "I'm giving you this one chance. Walk away. Let me have the Jedi and the girl."

"No one is touching her." Falon stated.

"As much as I adore the sensation of two, no, three men fighting over me, I'm not that kind of girl. I'm staying with Falon, thank you very much." Juno said. Her pistol was pointed at Starkiller and she considered him a threat.

Starkiller doubted she really could hurt him, being who he was, but admired her attitude. He wanted to toss the mask and reveal himself, for her sake, at the very least, but the present circumstances made things complicated.

His voice was being fed through a modulator so there was no way she would recognize it, and he was not about to reveal his face.

Oh, she loved complicating things didn't she? A part of Starkiller was amused. It was definitely fitting for her personality to liven things up without even trying.

A sensation of anger hit Starkiller and he realized the wookie behind him was getting angry. "You're taking the target?" He asked.

The Inquisitor chuckled, "And there we go. Just like that, you are surrounded. Yes, A-2. Mister 'Harbinger' over there wants to take the Jedi all for himself and leave you with nothing."

"Is that true?" The Wookie snarled.

Hm, yes, that's pretty much right. Starkiller had every intention of taking the Jedi for himself and leaving the rest with nothing but a bunch of dead bodies, but confirming it was dangerous. "Then what about you? A-0?"

"What about me?"

"This is a trap set by the Hutts, not by the Empire. You took us here for the Jedi, but we are ALL inside the Hutt's trap. When the Hutts spring their trap, who do you think they will find first? The people inside the tram or the people outside?" Starkiller sensed the Wookies anger was being directed back to the Inquisitor, and Starkiller fed his anger further. "The answer is obviously those on the outside. To make it worse, the ones on the outside are looking inward, not outward. They will all be hit from behind, but then you knew that didn't you?"

The Wookie roared angrily, and the inquisitor took a step back from the fearsome sound despite how much more powerful he probably was. Juno shook fearfully and even the Jedi turned his head to monitor the Wookie.

Starkiller pressed on, "That's why you cut off communication to come inside here on your own. You left us outside to become the distraction and die to buy you time to jump train with the damsel in distress and the knight in shining robes. It's all very overly dramatic for you and invented in the matter of hours it took to get here."

Starkiller explained simply. "Its betrayal. Plain and simple."

"IM GOING TO TEAR YOU APART!" The Wookie yelled and walked toward him with his twin shields raised.

"Hold." Starkiller put his hand out and grabbed the Wookie's arm. The Wookie stopped long enough to look back at him. "Shouldn't you go warn the others?"

The Wookie turned back to the inquisitor, snarled, looked back to Starkiller, thought about it, and finally nodded. "Give him a punch for me." He growled.

"Will do."

The Wookie walked past him, stepped off the tram, and started making noise that Starkiller didn't bother paying attention to.

That was one less complication.

"Impressive. Truly impressive. I thought you were something special, A-3, but you continue to exceed my expectations." The Inquisitor acknowledged.

"That doesn't matter. Like I said, you have nothing."

"... Before I decide what to do with you, let me ask you one simple question. What do you intend to do with the Jedi?"

"Why do I feel like an object being passed back and forth?" Falon whispered.

"Welcome to feeling like a woman." Juno replied.

Starkiller chuckled. His chuckle was full of malice and dark intent, but also glee. For so long he had contained himself, but now he felt he could release his true intentions. It was one of the many beginning steps he had planned, and how the inquisitor just kept giving him opportunities! Starkiller had thought he had to hunt the Jedi himself, only, the Empire gave the Jedi over just like that. Starkiller thought he had to lay out his intentions at some point, and still will have to, but now he could say it openly, honestly, and with less... flare perhaps, but more intrigue in return.

The sound of his laugh sent chills down Juno's spine.

It felt good finally able to honestly say what he felt. "I'm going to bring the Empire to its KNEES!"

He might as well have set a nuke off in the room because everyone was blindsided.

Even the two stone-like guards the Inquisitor had around him faltered. The Inquisitor, Jedi, and Juno, all looked like they had been slapped in the face with a fish. The Jedi forgot the Inquisitor entirely and turned around to fully face Starkiller, while the inquisitors full and undivided attention was on Starkiller, and Juno lowered her weapon to spend more effort in gaping.

The Inquisitor reset his features to one of disdain. "I take it back... You're not interesting. You're a fool. Like so many others... you're ordinary. There's nothing special about you at all. You're just another malcontent with a death wish."

"I take it your answer is no?"

"My answer is no."

"Then here's mine." Starkiller threw his lightsaber. The lightsaber spun around Falon and came at the Inquisitor. One of his two guards stepped in and knocked it to the ground. Starkiller wasted no time in calling his lightsaber back and running forward to physically grab the Jedi if he had to. Juno remembered herself and raised her pistol again, but Starkiller cut it at the barrel, he didn't want to hurt her after all, and instead of extending his hand, had to extend his lightsaber to parry a blow from the inquisitor and Jedi both. Their three lightsabers met.

"I'm taking you both in." The Inquisitor said.

"He's coming with me." Starkiller returned.

"Do I get a choice?" Falon asked.

"No." Both Sith said at once.

Starkiller flicked up the three-pronged connection of lightsabers and tried to reach around the Jedi to strike at the Inquisitor, but Juno and the Jedi had other plans. Juno fired a point-blank shot at Starkiller, Starkiller spun backwards, tossed a dead body at her, and to her horror and disgust (more disgust) she was knocked back into the seats of dead bodies on the other side.

If the situation wasn't so messed up, Starkiller might laugh at seeing Juno's face while being sandwiched between no less than four dead, rotting corpses. It was like she was covered in roaches, only worse.

Juno struggled and managed to get her pistol out and free. Before she could fire it at him, Starkiller Force-Pulled it out of her hand and put it on his own belt. She could have it later when things were calm.

For extra measure, Starkiller threw another body on her and squeezed the seats together to keep her pinned.

"Stay down." He told her. With Juno nice and comfortable, so to speak, Starkiller turned his attention to the lightsaber battle.

Falon Grey and the Inquisitor were locked in combat in the cramped space, and Falon was losing.

Falon's thoughts were evident. He was wary of Starkiller, and did not allow himself to be pushed back closer to Starkiller and lose ground even when on the losing end of the duel. He also limited his lightsaber movements to not strike the dead bodies out of some misplaced moral issue.

The Inquisitor had no such qualms. He pushed forward freely and cut everything around him, dead or otherwise, with ever increasingly strong and fast strikes on the Jedi. He saw a weakness and like a blood hound with a scent, he pressed in on it.

The inquisitor's guards struggled to insert themselves into the melee.

This was too cramped.

Starkiller generated a sizable amount of power and threw it into the flooring. An explosion of Force energy rippled through the tram and the walls exploded outward. The Jedi and Sith were pushed away in the explosion but landed nimbly on their feet. The Jedi looked like he wanted to escape, and the Sith would give chase, but with Juno pinned down under bodies, and the fighting all around them, it would be difficult.

Simply put, it was chaos.

The mercenaries and Stormtroopers were fighting Hutt mercenaries and were fighting a horde of Rakghouls. The Rakghouls swarmed on anything that moved and ate them like fast zombies with great claws. The Hutt mercs shot at anything that wasn't them, and the Stormtroopers and Imperial mercs struggled to hold position. Starkiller caught the wookie merc spin his twin-shields around swatting enemies aside and reflecting laser bolts.

Then the Imperial mercs caught sight of the Sith, and out of revenge, started shooting in their direction as well, causing the Stormtroopers to realize they were no longer allies.

It was a six way battle between so many different squads and teams Starkiller couldn't be bothered to figure it out.

All that mattered was getting the Jedi, and Juno, and getting out. Falon wasn't leaving, and the Sith planned to kill him.

With room to move now, Starkiller ran around the table and inserted himself on the Sith side. He threw a plate of metal at the Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor's two Sith guards stopped it, and intercepted Starkiller's approach. They swung their spears rapidly, had thick armor designed to absorb plasma energy, and apparently a fair bit of muscle to back it all up. they were adept at basic Sith techniques, such as telekinesis and lightning redirection, but they were still amateurs to him.

Starkiller dove under a spear swing and rose up to cut the first guard clean in half from the bottom up. The second guard hesitated in surprise, not expecting his companion to be subdued so suddenly, and it spelled his doom. Starkiller removed hands at the forearm and beheaded him in a spin as he adjusted himself to confront the Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor's attention was primarily on the Jedi, but how quickly Starkiller subdued his guards did not go unnoticed. the Inquisitor started to sweat. He pulled out a second lightsaber which started spinning around his hand and Starkiller moved in on him as the same time as Falon. The Inquisitor was pinned between them, and Starkiller danced around, not allowing him to move out.

The roar of Rakghoul in the distance made Starkiller worry.

He needed to finish this.

Starkiller thrust down, and locked blades with the Inquisitor. At the same time, he grabbed both of the spears used by the guards and threw them. The two lightspears pierced the Inquisitor's back and Starkiller followed it with a strong Force push to slam him into a wall of the tunnel. Before the man had time to open his eyes or groan, his head was cleaved in half.

Three Sith down and Starkiller was only starting to breathe heavily.

Falon stepped back cautiously and kept his saber up. "You subdued them... and so easily!"

"That's the difference between them and me. They fight to oppress, I fight to kill." Starkiller answered. Starkiller turned off his lightsaber "But I am not here to kill you. I am here to get you out. I'm here as an ally."

"Uh-huh... Why should I believe you? I don't know you! You came here to 'take me away'. I understand your desire to hurt the Empire. They have committed many crimes and have made a lot of enemies, but it is not in my agenda to be an ally to someone who is as foolish as my master was before he died, and not to mention you are a Sith yourself. You reek of the Dark Side!"

Starkiller fought not to sigh or grimace. He expected resistance. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. "I can give you many reasons, but as we are pressed for time-" The stormtroopers in the distance were in the process of being subdued by Rakghouls. It was growing worse by the second. "- then let me give you one. Kota isn't dead."

Falon's eyes widened. "He-how... how would you know!? He was on the space station when it blew up! And how would you know Kota?! Just who are you!?"

"Too many questions! Not enough time!" Starkiller argued. "I..." He couldn't say had a vision. "I ran into him at a bar! He is not on Nar Shadaa anymore, I don't know exactly where he is, but he is out there and very much alive! Falon, Jedi or Sith, you are not my enemy! Such things mean NOTHING to me! All I am here for is to help my friends and destroy the Empire, and I need your help to do it."

The Jedi continued to hold a lightsaber against him, but he looked like he was mulling it over. Starkiller wanted to yell at him to think faster, but couldn't push it. At last, Falon nodded. "I'll accept your help, for the moment. The Hutts, Imps, and Rakghouls are stirred up, and we could use your help getting out of here. After that I will talk. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Starkiller flipped on his lightsaber.

"I'll get her." Falon ran to where Juno was still pinned down.

Starkiller looked around. Bodies were everywhere. Thankfully, most of them were stormtroopers, hutt mercs, and rakghouls. The Imp mercs had been able to avoid being in the middle of the worst parts and had been warned thanks to Starkiller and the Wookie.

"A-2!" Starkiller yelled. "Gather everyone! We're banging out!"

The wookie swung his shields and knocked a pair of Rakghoul away. He took a moment to look to Starkiller and growl, "Did you kill the bastard?"

"Yeah, he won't be using his head anymore." Starkiller reached down and grabbed the head mic he had dropped earlier. He put it back in his hood and immediately he was being yelled at by everyone A-0 to Z-9. "Enough! We need to work together to get out of here!"

"Screw that. You guys are on your own. I'm out." A-1 went to static, as well as A-4.

"I'm moving." A-3 announced. A-5 grunted.

Before long, A-2, A-3, and A-5 had regrouped by him. A-3 and A-5 both had twin pistols. A-5 was covered in extra gear and gadgets while A-3 was a slim woman who was also agile.

"I presume you know the gist of what's going on?" Starkiller asked.

"You're a scheming bastard, A-0 was a betraying S.O.B, and we're screwed, but you are stronger than A-0 and wanna get out." A-3 replied. "I want to get out too."

"Glad we agree on something. F-Y-I, I'm keeping the Jedi."

A-5 looked to where the Jedi was approaching with Juno. Juno was visibly unhappy with the arrangement, but wasn't going to argue. Rakghoul gathered in the distance and prepared for another wave.

"You won't get any argument from me." A-5 answered. "Job's been screwed up to begin with and been to costly for my taste. Get me out of here alive, and I'll get you a beer."

A-5 was very reasonable. Starkiller liked that.

"Pft... whatever. Doubt I can stop you." A-3 scoffed.

"We set?" Falon asked. Starkiller nodded.