Darth Vader's Super Star Destroyer - Location: Unknown (30 minutes after Foreshadowing)
On one knee bowing down, Captain Moors was sweating at the mere presence of the man before him. "Captain Moors..." said the helmeted man, his breathing coming in and out at regular intervals. "The Emperor does not approve of failure. In fact, it's not tolerated at all." said the black-clad figure as he turned to face him. Captain Moors gulped as he looked at the impressive figure of the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader. "My Lord..." he stammered, trying to find the words to say. "I have no need for excuses Captain..." Darth Vader said, his voice calm.
Captain Moors flinched as he felt something invisible begin to choke him. Gasping for breath, he tried to talk but couldn't...his vision began to blur as he found himself dieing. "You dissapoint me Captain." Vader said as he turned around and an audible 'crack' went though the room. Standing their, Vader looked out into space. The only noise in the room was his audible breathing and the sounds of a few Stormtroopers hurridly dragging the body of Captain Moors out of the room. Turning his head to one of the men that had come with Captain Moor's, Vader spoke quietly. "Captain Certa. I want you to find those who went to Yavin 4 and have them interrogated and then executed immedieatly. I pray that you learned from the experience." Looking back to the stars infront of him, Vader said. "You are dismissed Captain."
Trembling slightly, the man stood up with a pale face and saluted. "Yes Lord Vader!" Hurridly leaving the room, the officer went to complete his orders.
Tatooine - Mos Eisley (Present Time)
Liz's eyes were closed as she danced along with the music. It sang out to her, calming every single part of her... almost... except her racing heart. Her slim waist moved along, her breasts bouncing with each movement. A seductive smile crept up her cheeks as she could feel the piercing eyes of men on her. Liz looked over to the band, her arms falling to her side. She approached them with a grin, resting her hand on her hip. Looking up at the approaching Dancer, Dallas roared his greeting. She grinned to Dallas, looking up and down his furry black and white body. She chuckled at his roar and waved. She passed by and continued dancing. It was like she could never stop.. Entrancing. Nodding, Dallas continued thinking about the human who'd given him some credits. It was much appreciated, maybe he'd buy the human a drink if he ever saw him again. Raoaring again, Dallas signaled that it was time for a break.
Liz sighed heavily, her feet were beginning to blister.. again. The music was great, but.. Pain, well that wasn't. She looked over to Dallas again and let out a breath of relief. "Thank-freaking-God." She laughed and sat down in the nearest chair. Stepping down from the dias, Dallas walked past a few patron's some who complimented him on the band. Pleased with this, Dallas walked over to Liz. "RAWRRRR?" he asked Liz in his booming voice. She laughed. "I am fine," she smiled. "You, Dallas? How are you tonight?" Growling in approval, Dallas nodded his head to show that he was fine. She smiled to him and called for a drink. It was placed in front of her and she took a slow sip that quickly morphed into a huge gulp. She placed the empty glass down quietly and smiled. "How much longer until we call it a night?" She laid her head on her palm, her twin lukku's falling from her shoulders.
Dallas growled softly to let her know that it wouldn't be much longer, when suddenly an armor clad figure began to walk into the cantina. She looked over to see the figure walking into the Cantina as well. She cocked an eyebrow and sighed. Standing about 6 feet tall, the figure carried a long rifle and wore red armor and helmet with a T-shaped visor. Turning his head to the side to view this figure, Dallas heard a few gasps from a table nearby. "That's Mandalorian Armor!" one patron said. "That's not something you see everyday! It's of the rarest types of armor around!" another said. She turned to Dallas, looking into his eyes. "Looks fake to me," she smiled taking another sip of her drink. She looked back over the figure, her eyes narrowing. Looking around the room, the figure spotted them and walked towards them slowly. From the way the guy walked Dallas could tell that he was a predator and he'd just spotted his prey. Stopping infront of them, the figure spoke with a mechanicalized voice, no doubt from some voice-mask in his helmet. "You mind if I sit." it wasn't a question.
Liz shifted his eyes towards him, lazily and raised her blistered feet from the other chair. She smiled and took another drink. "...Sure, why not." Pulling the chair from under the table, the figure sat down gracefully. Trying to look as relaxed as he could, Dallas noted that he was still in a pretty good position to draw his weapon at anytime. "I'm here for...information." the man said. "About who... or what exactly?" Liz asked. "Well...I've heard that their were two people here earlier. One was a Human Female by the name of Zoe, the other was a Human Male...not much to go on with that one." Moving closer, the figure rested his arm on the table and Dallas noticed the wrist rocket-launcher. "I'd like to know if you knew anything about where they went or anything about the male?"
Liz smirked. "...The woman, Zoe," she paused, sitting straight. "She was pretty much drunk off her ass." She gave an unshared chuckle. "...The man, I didn't catch his name.. All I know is that he liked the music." She shrugged. "..He tipped the band." She grinned. "You know what he looks like?" the man asked inquisitively? Liz looked to him. "Well-built, muscular. Hmm, I'm sorry. I really never paid attention to him all that much. But, there were a few things I noticed. I'm usually over there," she pointed, "dancing and such.." She shrugged, taking another sip. What about you?" the man asked Dallas. "Notice anything at all?" Dallas just shook his head at the man, even though he'd got a close up look at the guy.
The man stared at him for a while as if seeing through his lie, before getting up. "You're help's appreciated.." the man said as he put down a few credit's on the table. "If you hear anything, you come and tell me...I'm docked at the local spaceport. I'll make sure it's worth your while."With that, he turned around and left the cantina as suddenly as he'd appeared. Liz cocked an eyebrow. "Well, that was.. Erm.. Interesting. I wonder what they did." She picked up one of the credits and examined it for a moment. "Why would a guy like that want them?" She shrugged and threw the credit over to Dallas. Shaking his head, Dallas gave a small rumble to tell her. "There's lot of mercenaries around here, aren't there Dallas?" She sighed heavily. "So, what do you want to do when we see them again? Tell him?"
Dallas sighed and said, "Rarrwr...Arrgggrr" She nodded and closed her eyes. "I guess so." Roaring for the band to gather up again, Dallas stood up and walked to the dias and behind his Ommni box. Liz moaned and slowly got up again. She tossed the Lukku's back onto her shoulders and looked to Dallas. "Well, let's start this up again." She smiled, ready to start dancing as the music raced through her ears.