"What is this, bounty scum?" Kyle hissed in his deep, hoarse voice, "Just what do you think you are doing?"

The human bounty hunter snapped his gloved fingers, summoning his cronies to him, "Shut up, Katarn! Don't you dare play stupid with me!"

Kyle's brow furrowed, "Who? I'm Rafael Khan! I'll have the Emperor himself execute you for this!"

Dengar leaned over Kyle's shaking body, and came eye level with the Rebel, "Nope, I'm not biting. You are Katarn, and if you try again to convince me otherwise, I'll have to kill you."

Kyle shut his mouth, and then shrugged, "Well, if I were this, uhh, Katarn fellow, I'm not sure I'd be worth anything as a charred carcass."

Dengar kicked his foot into Kyle's ribs, forcing the man to yell in pain. Dengar yelled in rage, "Blast you! You're right; I can't kill you. I'll have the pleasure of watching you die at the hands of Jabba's rancor, though!"

Kyle now held his sore chest, and whimpered, "Fine. Take me to Jabba, but he'll probably punish you for wasting his time and bringing an Imperial into his palace. Even if you survive Jabba's wrath, you will not survive the rage of Governor Telco Thatch! I'm late for our meeting as it is!"

Dengar turned to face the goons behind him, and said, "Let's get outta here, now's not the time for this crap."

The two bounty hunters turned and left, but Dengar pulled Kyle up to his feet, and threw him into a wall, "You're lucky I'm sparring your life! I'll be waiting for you, so once you try to get off planet, I'll be the one to be hot on your tail!"

Kyle watched the bounty hunter leave the alley, and wiped the blood from his nose and mouth with the back of his hand. After wiping the dirt from his off-white shirt, he slowly walked out into the bustling streets, and made his way to the Imperial customs tower.



The bright sun light forced Kyle to put up his hand to his eyes when he looked up at the large Imperial complex he was to infiltrate. Without a delay, Kyle ran over to it, weaving between citizens who mumbled rude remarks to him as he bumped into their shoulders. After locating a sewage grate off to the side of the square full of varying species the Rebel agent found himself in, Kyle decided it would be his best location of entry. While looking over his shoulder for witnesses, Kyle took out a small hand- held fusion cutter and sawed the grate with the tool. The small green beam turned the ancient rusted grate into a molten hot metal that peeled back slowly.

Kyle looked behind him again, seeing no one was watching, and turned to his work again. The beam finished off the last of the prong and Kyle jumped into the knee-deep sewage water. Darkness took its toll on Kyle's eyes, and the man was briefly blinded. After a moment, Kyle could see the narrow passage way, but more importantly, the brown tentacles and single eyeball moving his way.

"Great," Kyle hissed, ripping the modified Bryar pistol from his shoulder and fired two shots into the seven-tenacled beast. Seeing the now motionless creature float to the top of the brown murky water, Kyle kicked it up with his foot and nodded to himself, "Just what I thought, dianoga."

Looking up from the stagnant water, Kyle waded through the garbage- filled water and made his way to a small corridor filled with machines that pumped the polluted water and distilled it into crystal clear water. Biting his lower lip, Kyle carefully dipped his finger into the distilled water, and licked it with his tongue. Nodding to himself again, "The water purification center. This water must lead into the tower somehow."

While speaking to himself, Kyle looked above him to see a small vent that led into a heating duct. Before Kyle left, he dipped his hand into the water tank and sipped the delicious water. Smiling to himself, he leaned over the tank and spit into it, "My gift to you Imp scumbags."

Taking out his fusion cutter again, Kyle shot several green balls of energy at the metal vent and blew it apart. After pulling himself from the vent, Kyle wiped the sweat from his forehead and crawled through the tiny heat duct that he barely fit in. Ahead of him, he could see shadows cast from an elevator that moved noisily up an elevator shaft. Pulling himself along, Kyle crawled to the vent cover that led into the actual shaft, and made quick work of the thin metal vent with his fusion cutter.

Poking his head out of the heat duct, Kyle saw an elevator working its way up toward him, and without a hesitation Kyle jumped down onto the top of the elevator. Soon, the elevator picked up speed, and Kyle looked up to see the shafts ceiling would soon smash him. He had to think fast before he would become nothing more than a flat, bloody pulp.