The young man stepped over the fresh body just as he usually did. A scream ripped through the silent air before being silenced by a sharp ping of a blaster, the young man made no reaction to this. Did people on rural planet's react to the sound of birds chirping? The man scowled as his boot was buried in a puddle of some unknown liquid. His eyes found a man laying in the side of the building, needles hanging lazily from his arms. The man stepped over to the spice addict and knelt down, the addict fell over with a thud as
the man shoved the unconscious body out the way of the door. Rothos Wass stepped inside and removed his light brown jacket and placed it on the coat hanger he found beside the door. His black hair had been thrown about by wind, his tan skin covered in grime. The door to the office opened with a swish and a green
Ithorians stepped out to greet him. The hunchback alien grumbled out something incomprehensible before after a few seconds later a small droid floating beside him finally squeaked out a transmission.
"The big Mo greets you, he invites you to sit and share some of his finest wine before you talk business."
"I don't want wine, I want a job"
It Paused to translate why I said and what big Mo said back to me.
" The big Mo finds this agreeable, the big Mo wishes to hire you for your slicing skills. An acquaintance of Big Mo has been looking for a slicer to acquire some data for them."
"Alright, how much," Rothos said as he rubbed his hands together in eager anticipation at the prospect of a good cash grab.
"ten thousand credits." the droid finally spoke
"That's it? Only ten thousand? That's barely enough to make my rent."
"That is the maximum big Mo pays, take it or leave it."
Rothos bit his lip and stewed for a minute, before scowling.
"Fine, what's the gig?" Rothos spat.
"Big Mo knows not. You shall find for yourself. Here is the location of the job"
Rothos snatched the slip of paper from the Ithorians before grabbing his jacket from the coat rack and storming out the door, or as well as you could with an electric door. Rothos trenched back through the crowded street, junk and waste pulled high as the buildings. Rothos stopped and looked, focusing on the annoyance he was feeling. His eyes found the giant white 2409 that was painted on the steel ceiling that made the top of the level. He could see ships travel in and out of the entrance tunnel that took you in between levels, some leaving looking old and dingy, probably people looking to find a better life. Some entered looked clean and fresh, probably the police or dodgy imperials who had one to many hands in their pockets. This was a pretty common sight for people to see on any of the low levels of Coruscant. He was pulled out of his musing when someone brushed past him roughly and yelled something at him in another language. Figures they must have been telling him to watch where he was going, even though he was standing still.he felt his annoyance turn into pissed off. After a few more minutes of walking he finally found his destination, some form of chop / auto repair shop. He could hear the sounds of work being done inside and decided to take a look inside. 'This place looked worse than the street' he thought, and he was right. The place was covered with junk and scrap, half eaten pots of food sat all over the place. Rothos spotted a woman in the corner of the room with her back to him, she seemed to be shuffling with something In front of her. Rothet cleared his throat with a cough.
"excuse me i-" he tried to get out before being cut off by the deafening of a blow touch filling the room. He was taken back for a minute before trying again. He continued to shout over the top of the sound but to no eval , finally with one agitated shout he managed to get through to her. The blow torch stopped and she stood up and spun around, now he could clearly see her apprentice besides the back of her head. She wore a pair of brown overalls over the top of a short sleeve, white shirt not that you could tell with how much oil it was covered in. A leather tool belt filled with random tools hung lazily from her waist, a pair of old leather welding goggles sat on her hair keeping back locks of curly red hair out of her face. She gave him an expectant look for a few minutes before he remembered why he was there.
"yeah big Mo sent me, I'm the slicer" he finally got out. A look of understanding crossed her face before she smiled a toothy grin at her.
"ah I see, I didn't expect you to show up so soon, sorry if you were standing long I get quite caught up in my work." she spoke out her apology in an accent he couldn't quite place.
"It's fine," he said with a tone of impatience. An awkward silence filled the room before she extended her hand towards him.
"Hi, I'm Luna Brojeff. Nice to meet you." she said in a cheery manner. Rothos extended his hand hesitantly to shake hers.
"Rothos wass, can we get to the job" he said now just plain bored.
"er yeah hang on a minute" she said before running off deeper inside the shop. Rothos took this time to have a little look around at what was being worked on. A couple random little nick nacks, the thing that had her attention had been covered up by a cloth but he could see a shine of some metal object. Before he could pry further she rushed back into the room holding a paper map, that was something you don't see everyday.
"right ok here's the deal, this place is an imperial medical facility. Best medical droids around, what I need is for you to get inside, and steal the programming for one of the medi droids. Ya got me?" she said expectedly. But no Rothos did not have her, he stared at her with this dumb founded look. Was she serious? Sneaking into an imperial facility just for some medical droid? She tried to stop him as she marched out of the repair shop.
" wait wait please it's not as insane as it sounds. Let me explain" she stammered
"explain how I'm about to go to my death? No, I'm not doing this." Rothos hissed.
"Ah wait, it's not like that. Listen, imperials don't come down this far so there's only, like four troopers in there. You can slip past that can't you?" a hopeful tone entered her voice. 'OK so maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed' he thought 'but I still had to get inside an imperial facility'
" increase my pay and I will." he said sternly.
"huh? oh fine. Whatever, I just want this over now. Errrr, another 10k yeah?" she asked with no short of annoyance in her tone. 'This guy better be worth it' she thought bitterly in her head. Rothos hummed thoughtfully for a moment.
"Fine, but if I get arrested then your dead"
"yeah yeah whatever."
Rothos stepped up to the sky light of the large medical building, looking through he could see several men and women in medical uniforms walk through the halls looking at data pads and carding medical equipment. As soon as the coast was clear the professional thief used a small laser glass cutter to enter the building. Once inside he begins to sneak about the halls till he finds a medical ward, only two patients inside at the end of the room both being worked on my the same medication droid. Both patients where unconscious so he didn't have to worries about them. He sneaked up slowley behind the droid, the rubber soles of his shoes muffling the sound of his foot step on hard white tiles of the floor. Rothos spotted a metal tray sitting on the side of a patients desk, he picked it up and smashed it on the droids head. It let a out smile yelp of supprise before landing to the floor in a loud crash. 'shit I hope no one heard that.' he thought standing dead still waiting for someone to stom into the room. But no one did thankfully. He lent down and pulled a data card out of his back pocket, 'where the acsess port' he mused looking for the slot to inset the disk. Once he found it it only took a few minutes to download, as he stood up his thoughts where pulled to a strange feeling in his mind. Like and iche in his brain trying to tell him something, before he could muse on it more the unforgettable feeling of a baster battle pressed against his back. A quick glance over his sholder he saw the culprit was a thin and pale imperial officer, the sickly man oppend his mouth and spoke with and anoying high pitch.
"im not quite sure who you are or what your doing hear but breaking into an imperial facility is a most heinous crime. You'll be spending a lot of time in an imperial prison, though now day with the death of so many stormtroopers at endor mabey you'll be forced out to fight the rebels in our dearly departed emperor's name. " the officer wormed out.
'battle of endor? Dearly departed emperor? Was, was the emperor dead?' the battle of the gun pressed harder against his back. In his pondering he missed the officer calling something at him.
" I said what is your name scum!" winned the man now clearly agitated.
"han solo, sir" he said, this is the wasn't the first time he had used the smugglers name as a cover.
"han solo? , do you take me for an idiot boy!" he spat.
'dam that usually worked' he could hear the officer counting down, Rothos searched his mind for a way out of this situation. He noticed that same iche feeling in his mind but slightly different some how, now it felt like his mind was drawn to something behind him. Hoping for anyway out this situation he focused on the feeling like trying to remember the name of an actor in a holovid. The officer was cut of from saying the final number by the sound of something falling over, the man span round startled by the sudden noise. 'now my chance' Rothos thought as he twisted body around and slammed his boot into the back of the imperial. The man was sent through the air to the other side of the room landing beside the fallen object, witch he could now see was a bacta drip. 'how did it fall? Did somone come to my aid? I don't see any body about. What happend? No time to think I have to get out of here'
Rothos ran out the medical ward and back into the corridor, he made his way back to where he rembered the sky light he had come in was. He slowed to a halt as he heard the sound of two muffled voices around the corner.
"so do you think we should report it?" said tge first of the two stormtrooper inspecting the open skylight.
"obviously idiot, who knows who did this. Who knows what their up too, when you go down this far folks stop actin normal. They start eatin people, sacrificing them to their dark gods. All kinds of monsterus practices" the second said In a scared tone.
'what is he on about' Rothos though taking this time to turn and go the other direction hopping he might find another way out of the building. The heavy footsteps of a pare of storm troopers came down the corridor he has chosen to take, he spotted a supply cupboard on between him and the troopers and decided to take his chances. He took ina deep breath and held as the two troopers walked past the small room chattering about something or other. He let out his breath with a sigh of relief as the troopers voices fades. Rothos took a look around the cupboard and spotted something that got his hopes quite up, vent. Rothos grinned wickedly and climbed a pare of wooden crates to reach the pannel, he began crallwing through the vents towards anything he could think of. After awhile and several dozen turns it dawned on him that this may not have been the best idea,before he could stop to ponder that the pannel beneath him gave out a she fell to the ground bellow. Once his head stopped spinning after a few second he stood up and cleared his eyes to find a lot more than just "four troopers"
'Well shit' was the only thing that crossed his mind as he stood before the two dozen stormtrooper in front of him. He gaverd that he must be in a locker room since there were plenty of lockers and some of the stormtrooper were half dressed.
He stumbled backward towards what seemed to be the exit, it was his foot exiting that got all of the troopers into action. The twenty odd men all launched for their blasters, those that already held the aimed to take fire. Before they could he unholsted his blaster and shot the buttom pad locking the door in the process. Rothos didn't stop to think about how weather they would get the door open or not he just ran, he ran the corridor passing random nurses and doctors a he went. A figure stepped out in front of him blocking this path, 'get the hell out of my way' he said as he charged straight through the unsuspecting man. With a quick glance he realised it was the same officer he had nocked out earlyer. Finally he came to the skylight be had used to enter the building, the two troopers from earlier had brought a third back with them. This one worre an orange pauldron on their right Sholder, the coward trooper was the first to notice him and decided to scream rather than aim and shoot. This gave him time to punch the trooper righting the face knocking him out almost instantly. The second trooper tried to fight back but was tripped by the theft's outstretched leg. The captain went down a lot harder, the captain was on him the moment he has taken out the second. The trooper punched him square in his jaw knocking him baca few feet, both moved to pull out their blaster pistols but Rothos was fated and shot the trooper straight in the sholder knocking them to the ground. Rothos Paused to catch is breath before pulling ours rope with a short metal hook at the end, the hook latched onto something sturdy at the top of the skylight. Rothos gave it a slight tug before beginning to climb up the rope, just as escape was in reach he felt a hard grip grab his ankle. The trooper he has just shot had lept up and grabbed his ankle, 'will this slemo give or a fucking rest already' Rothos thought as he kicked the trooper in their armoured face Serval times before they finally dropped with a loud thud, the sound of dozens of foot steps came from the other end oc the corridor inspiring him to finally get to the top. Just as he finally got through the exit and onto the roof of the building a blaster bold whizzed straight past his head, Rothos took a moment to collect himself. He thumbed with his belt before finally finding the data disk, safe and unharmed, a relived sigh escaped his mouth before he rembered where he was. He lept othis feet and started jogging across the roof tops, jumping from one building to another. Unfortunately he made a wrong step and ended up tumbling off the top of a building, he body smashed into a pile of rubbish and junk mostly old food and bits of metal. "ow" he groaned out a she tumbled out the pile, his aching body barley mannaging to stand up. A petrol ship flew up above him blowing more rubbish into his face, it's spotlight searching the streets for him. 'I didn't do that much, a petrol ship seems ra bit overboard. That officer must realy hate me.' Rothos continued walking through the narrow alleys till he made it onto the main street. Now his adrenaline had calmed down the pain in his arm was noticeable, he touched the painful patch on his arm and his hand came back red with fresh blood.' great on my shooting arm aswell.' the muffled voices in front of him caught his attention from his wound, two troopers questioning civilians about his location. They even had a holoimage of him, 'well this was just perfect. 20k wasn't worth all this' the troopers seemed not to notice him walk past them nor as he stole the safety helmet off some random speeder. 'this should obscure my face well enough' he hoped. After awhile and few near misses eventually he made it back to the shop shop, the shooting pain became much more prominent now. Once inside he found the woman sitting in a chair messing about with something on a computer, he could seea wire travelling from the computer to what ever was under the sheet he was inspecting earlier. She finally seemed to notice him standing in the doorway painting the floor with his blood.
"bloody hell! If you'll excuse the expression. Come sit down let's get you patched up" she said hurrily grabbing him and leading him into the chair she was just sitting in, not that he could tell with how delierious he was getting.
"I-I got it" he said quietly handing her the datacard. She looked shocked before an idea seemed to pop into her head.
"im real sorry about this but if you'll wait just a Mo I'll get you fixed up" she said as she moved the computer infront of her to continue whatever she was doing, after a few seconds she inserted the datadisk into the computer and pressed ra few more keys. Aftet another agonisingly long second a beep rung out from the computer, a light hum of a machine booted up came from the sheet next to him. Soon that sheet came off as a droid sat up from under, this didn't seem to be regular medical droid seeing as it was built much heavier.
"HK-81 can you understand me?" she said waving her head in front of the droid.
"statement: of course I can hear you meatbat I'm rusty not death." the assassin droid gummbled out.
"Ok, good. Are the medical programs I installed working?" she asked hurrily.
"statement: yes unfortunately I am now programed to help the meatbags not just kill them" HK-81 said annoyed.
"right ok. See that man to the right of you, he's bleeding from his arm I need you to patch him up for me"
"sarcastic statement: woopie sounds like a party." the droid said as he stood and marched over to the near unconscious Rothos, HK picked him up by his wast and place him on the desk with little care. The droid left the room quickly and returned with a medical kit, pretty soon Rothos was patched off and Rothos was back on his feet. Or at least he wasn't passed out on the desk.
"oh good you'll be fine from the looks of it. Sorry about all this I really needed the medical data. I get you out money" she said as she rushed out the room to collect his money. Rothos sat their massaging his aching muscles, his eyes found the Assaination/medical droid.
"I fell of a building just incase you need to know"
"joke: figures, I probably wouldn't even have a dent from something like that" the droid said. 'wow this things a dick' Rothos thought bitterly. Soon the woman, luan it he recalls entered the room again now holding to metal chips in he hands.
"Ok here's the paym-" she was cut off by another familar voice coming from outside.
"we have you surrounded, Rothos was. Yesss I bet your didn't expect we'd know your name did you? This isn't the first time you've be on the wrong side of the law I see. Come out now and we won't gun you down, stay and we'll. Gun you down" his bravado faulted towards the end as he realised his mishap.
"can you do any? my arms injured so I can't fight back." Rothos asked quitely .
"me? I'm a mecanic, I can't fight. Plus we're surrounded." luna replied nervously
"rhetorical query: oh no we're surrounded what ever will we do?" said the HK droid as he stepped outside Rothos's blaster now in his hand. Murmers of confusion could be heard from outside before the streets where filled with the sound of blaster fire and plasma bolts bouncing off metal. After a few minutes it whent silent, HK-81 stepped inside the room. A few blast burns across his chassis but besides that he seems fine.
"rhetorical query: did you see that? What was me saving you meatbags"
The two 'meatbags' as he put sighed a sigh of relief before lunas face melted into one of horror.
"oh on oh no, they'll be after me now what do? Hey you gotta help me. Let me say with you for a few days just till the Har dies down please." she said desperately.
"hell no, I already did enough for you I'll going home."
"wait er, I'll um double your pay!" she said.
'double my pay? That'll be 40k' Rothos thought in supprise, even the droid seemed supprised not that you could tell mind you. Rothos stood there a moment to stew on what he beard before with a reluctant sigh he agreed to her deal.
"just, grab what you need and then follow me."
After a few minutes she came outside with several large bags that seemed more appropriate for a vacation.
It took about an hour for them to finally get back to his house, luna wouldn't have packed much if she knew it was such a long commute. She dropped her bag onto the cracked stone floor with a loud thud. The droid coming in her behind her closing the door with him. The house was pretty small, two her right was a coffe table next to a couch. On her left was a counter with nano wave stove. In front of her was corridor, a door in the left and right and one at the end. This one locked and old.
"you can sleep on the couch and only the couch."
"yeah ok, thank you for this by the way." she said sincerely.
"just get the money tommorow. By the way do not under any circumstances go into the room at the end of the corridor." he said sternly before leaving into the door on the right.
"HK-81 guard the door for the night will you." she said tiredly as she flopped onto the couch before sleep took her into darkness.
This was my first chapter, please give me some advice. I'll try to upload another chapter soon. Thank you very much.
