Together, Briza and Mathorn walked casually over towards the Bounty hunters. Both siblings were dressed in black light-weight sith warriors armor.

Right before they reached them, a pink twi'lek too walked down the ramp to join his metalclad comrades. The three bounty hunters turned their attention to the two sith lords coming towards them and the one in metallic green stepped forward facing the sith lords.

Right before they came within speaking distance, Briza sensed an abundant amount of fear, not of toward her, but of something else. But even more so, she could sense an extreme amount of pain emanating from the two in armor.

"I am Lord Briza and by order of the empire, I demand to know what your business is here as well as any and all documentation on your comings and goings, in the past few days." Briza demanded out right in a very firm tone.

Zak suddenly remembered the sith lord. She was the last thing he remembered from back on the space-station, right before his shock grenade detonated and he, and everyone around him, collapsed. "SHE IS DANGEROUS!" He shouted in desperation.

"Ignore him my lord. We are here on private business for the Tenken syndicate and our missions is for an anonymous client." The one in the green armor tried to explain in a raspy metallic voice reverberating from the helmet's speaker.

"I don't care about your privacy policies, and I'm not going to ask again! WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS!" Briza loudly threatened them with a harsh force enhanced glare. Zak was now scared shitless.

Both Okan and Zugi had taken pain relieving drugs to dampen their headaches, but because they couldn't shut down their now damaged chips, they were still emitting a strong signal through their already aching brains. With Briza using the force to break down their will, the chips resulting emission were like eruptions sending head splitting migraines through their brains, enough so, that it triggered a flight or fight response.

Briza sensed the sudden rush of pain from the two armored bounty hunters, just as laser bolts started flying at her from the arm-cannon of the orange colored hunter, at point black range. She deflected the bolts with a quick activation of her red lightsaber.

From the top of the skyscraper, Terrow fired a series of stun bolts from his sniper rifle, but his shots just bounced off the armored foes. "Not enough!" He cursed, "Tikala! Can you see if I have brought any armor piercing bullets?!"

"One moment!" Tikala quickly, but quietly, hurried back to their speeder to see what kind ammunitions were at hand.

At ground level, the green armored hunter joined in, as Briza was met with a burst of gas heated flame from a light wrist-flamethrower. She instinctively wrapped the force around her, cocooning herself in a force bobble to avoid being incinerated on the spot.

The heavier orange hunter, used her integrated jetpack, propelling her up into the air. Once in the air, she fired a small rocket at the, now occupied, flame surrounded Sith Lord.

Mathorn quickly force pushes the rocket to spiral away into an unfortunate group of onlookers. He followed up by jumping against the opponent, but forget that his enemy could adjust course midair and as she did, she threw a shock grenade which detonated once in range of the would-be flying jedi. Mathorn felt a surge of electricity coursing through him as he collapsed to the ground. It only stunned him momentarily before he was up again, deflecting and dodging a hailstorm of blaster bolts fired from the orange bounty hunter's gatling-gauntlet.

"Don't come any clo… clo… closer, I have killed sith and jedi before." The pink twi'lek threatened with a weak show of bravado and bluffing, while swinging a green lightsaber around. He was shot in the head by a tranquilizer dart from above and collapsed motionlessness on the ground. The two other bounty hunters heard the shot and rightfully assumed what had happened, but neither cared enough to even glance in his direction, much less if he remained alive.

To counter the flamethrower, Briza throw her red saber at the green bounty hunter, who sprang to the side avoiding decapitation. She quickly followed up with a head on charge, while activating her second blue blade with her left hand, ready to cleave her enemy in two.

Instead of continuing the fight The green hunter opted to retreat, and he did so at four times the speed of any known humanoid. Briza immediately sprinted after in pursued, with the force enhancing her speed enough to keep up.

The other hunter likewise decided to retreat and flew over the nearest cluster of buildings, but Mathorn followed from below as well as by using the force to jump from rooftop to rooftop.


Briza had been gaining on her prey little by little. As the bounty hunter passed a corner of Kaas city's lower streets, he shot a volley of dozens of laser bolts back at her, one bolt passing through her whirling blades and strifing her right shoulder. Her pain turned to rage and in her rage, she used the force to hurl a nearby speeder bike at full force towards the hunter. In a split second he threw himself down onto the ground as the spinning bike flew over his head and strait into the wall behind him. The bike exploded into a burning wreck, sending razor sharp scrap pieces flying through the air, one landing right in the spot where his head had been a moment earlier.

The bounty hunter sprang from the ground and leaped over the wreckage, just as a loud shot was heard. The next think he noticed was his left leg had stopped responding. Looking down he saw why. A high caliber laser shot had penetrated his leg armor and destroyed the booster, as well as severing his heel tendon.

"One wrong move and I will ignite your gas tank! Cooperate or die!" Briza threatened, venom filling her voice, as she sent him a deadly stare.

With one lightsaber aiming at his tank and the other at his throat, as well as the laser sight trained on him from above, he didn't see any other options then to give in. Exhausted, he muttered. "I surrender." And disarming himself, whereafter he proceded to take off his helmet, revealing himself to be chiss.


In the meantime, Mathorn had been tracking the orange bounty hunter. While his legs had trouble keeping up with a jetpack, he knew that a typical jetpack would run out of fuel soon enough and as luck would have it, his brother was laying down suppressing fire, forcing her to keep a low altitude to avoid being shut down.

They didn't continue much further before the bounty hunter ceased fleeing and landed on a building a bit higher up. Mathorn force leaped high up and landed face to face with his armored adversary. "YO Bounty, why don't you just give up and come with us... we got puffcake." Mathorn tried to charm the being in question, in his own child like manner.

"Shut up, you bantha tick! Go space yourself, before I disintegrate you and shove your charred remains down a trash compactor." Replied an angry metallic voice.

Mathorn sighed, and shrugged a little. "Harsh words, but if a fight is what you want, I'm game!"

Not a microsecond went by after he had finished his sentence, before an orange armored arm with two build-in blasters was pointing at him, opening fire at point blank range. He quickly went on the defensive in order to block the barrage of laser bolts that would otherwise have had pulverized him instantaneously. To buy some time and remain alive for just a short while longer, Mathorn had to assume the defensive form of soresu. A form that Ill suited his otherwise heavily offensive fighting style and one he rarely used. If he kept it up long enough though, his enemy's blasters would deplete and he could counterattack head on and win with ease.

He had however failed to notice, that only one arm was engaging him, while the bounty hunter used the other to grab a grenade and throw at him. This was followed up a microsecond later by a mini rocket, fired strait at him. He recognized the danger a bit too late and barely managed to force push the rocket away, it exploding into the side of a nearby skyscraper instead. He didn't have time to stop the boom from the grenade though and engulfed in a lighting inferno. His body spasmed uncontrollably and he lost focus for a split second, long enough for two blaster bolts to pierce his right chin and left shoulder. Mathorn, despite having suffered burning injuries, which he willfully ignored, continued to keep his defences up for as long as possible. The electric shock had made him a bit too wobbly though. "You... are... a... dead... piece.. of... excrem-ments!" He stuttered various insults, while blocking laser bolts, as well as dodging grenades and incoming mini rockets. But luck was with him, as his brother from on high, fired a quick laser bolt which hit and burned through the armor to gas canister within the left arm, resulting in an explosion, sending small burning metal fragments flying in all directions.

With one arm blown to pieces, the bounty hunter resumed her flight, while redirecting her rockets toward an air speeder hovering over some nearby skyscrapers.

"Evasive maneuver!" Terrow shouted to Tikala, who immediately stirred the speeder away with a couple of rockets passing by them, close enough that they could have reached out and graped one. They were not quick enough though, and a moment later took an explosive hit to the speeder's stabilizer. Both the pilot and the sniper had to jump the burning vehicle, onto the skyscraper right below them, to avoid ending their days as charred corpses, crashed in the streets below the building in an inferno of flames.

Taking the opportunity, Mathorn force enhanced his sprinting and jumped up after the fleeing enemy, with surprising speed, but little accuracy. He went further than intended and slashed out with his lightsaber in an arc in front of her jetpack, missing it instead of destroying it.

Without really noticing it, his arms were suddenly bound together by a small (durosteel)wire and as a result he quickly found himself dragged around after the hunter in mid air. Although his arms were bound, he still had his lightsaber in hand. He looked up at the bounty hunter, who aimed a mini rocket right at him. In a desperate attempt, he force punched the rocket away before it could be fired... or so was the intent anyway. What really happened was, that it detonated prematurely, damaging some of the bounty hunters right arm in the process, including the part that held the wire that bound him. The next second he knew, he was flying through the air, crashing through a transparisteel window and right onto a variety of furniture, and coming to a holt with all manner of splinters burrowed deep in his body. "Bantha poodoo!" He cursed as his body reported intensive pain streaming in from everywhere.

A couple of elderly red skinned beings came into the room to see what all the ruckus was about, threats, insults and huge demands of compensation followed as the elder male pureblood graped an lighting staff and pointed it at him. This lasted right up until they noticed that he wore the uniform of sith warrior, whereafter they started begging for forgiveness.

"Sorry... just had to crash for a minute. I hope you didn't mind." Mathorn apologized as he tried to get up, but his muscles were not working properly and he collapsed back on his bag. "Bad day." He mumbled as he tried again with renewed strength.

"Are you alright milord?" The elder male pureblood asked him, with a hint of fear in his voice.

"I'll manage, thank you very much." Mathorn muttered in reply, as he wobbled out of the apartment and hammered the button to the elevator door.


Meanwhile, the bounty hunter barely got to the rooftop, before a thrown red lightsaber damaged the jetpacks engine, resulting in a turbulent landing on said rooftop, where the red zabrak awaited her.

"I told you to surrender, now you will pay the price!" Briza spat angrily, as she called the lightsaber back to her hand, while turning on her blue saber at the sametime.

A metallic chuckle could be heard as the bounty hunter got up from the ground, followed by the words. "No, you will." The hunter clicked a switch and detonated a seismic mine, which went off shattering explosion, pulverizing the entire roof of the decrepit building into rubble, smashing the level below. As a result the whole building became extremely unstable.

Both combatants had collapsed down into the rooms below. A few screams could be heard, before they quickly died out.

Briza use the force to smash the insane hunter with the rubble at her disposal. She smashed piece after piece of rubble against the already badly battered hunter, but her senses warned her that the building itself was leaning dangerously to one side. Instantly she reached out with the force and with all her might, counteracted the tilting building, and with only a short window of time, pushed the skyscraper back to its normal stationary position, before its inevitable crash would have been impossible to hinder.

A loud CRACK could be heard, followed by the sound of a large amount of rubbled being crushed below the old skyscraper. The buildings foundation was collapsing in on itself. Both combatants ignored the danger of each other and sprinted to the nearest neighboring tower.

Inside an elevator, Mathorn could all too clearly feel the huge vibrations in the building. He desperately prayed that the elevator would not lose power before it reached the top, or for that matter, that the building reached ground level with him stuck inside it... dying in an elevator just wasn't his idea of a good martyring death. As luck would have it, the doors opened up for him to step out and see his sister and the bounty hunter sprinting passed him, he instantly followed them. The others jumped to a nearby building with him following their example. Despite being the better jumper, his injuries made it all but elegant and while landing safely on the neighbor building, he lost his footing and stumbled on the hard roof.

The roaring sound of a building being crushed, quickly followed by the sound of several sirens coming from all directions. With projectors from armed air speeders bathing the three fighters in white light, a voice shouted through a loudspeaker. "You are surrounded, any attempt of fleeing and you will be shoot."

"Darn... so close." Mathorn cursed, believing that he and Briza would have captured the bounty hunter. But seeing an end to this, he, out of pure exhaustion, welcomed it gladly, since imperial troops were pointing their weapons at him as well...

The orange bounty hunter, who, by now, was depleted of all kinds of fuel and ammunition, not to mention a lost robotic arm, surrendered.

"I am Lord Briza. I demand that I be released this instance!" She demanded, with the force enhancing her already intimidating tone. She hated the idea of being prosecuted as a common criminal and sincerely hoped her status as a sith lord would grant her a free pass.

Despite being a strong sith warrior himself and a very respected lieutenant in the imperial military, the strong presence of Lord Briza made the sith flinch. He knew his life could be over, if he did not carefully considered his next words. "I... am... sorry my Lord." He bowed in respect. "But on orders from Darth Imperious, you are all to be detained and questioned by him, personally."

"Very well." Briza muttered more relaxed, but still with a dangerous amount of irritation her tone. In her mind however, she knew that she was in deep trouble, Darth Imperious was not known to tolerate reckless acts in his sphere of influence.

They were all disarmed, except Briza. Mathorn had quickly handed his lightsaber over. It took awhile before the orange bounty hunter was fully disarmed though, since not only the armor, but some of the body parts themselves had to be removed. As they were in the midst of removing the helmet...

"You're a chick!?" Mathorn exclaimed in surprise, when he saw the distinctly female zabrak face the hunter's helmet had covered just a moment ago. "This robo-tank psycho, is really a girl?" He wondered out loud. It had never occurred to him that these kinds of heavily enhanced cyborg people could be females, this one even had pretty face... if you looked past all the scars.

Zugi gave him a dumbfounded look in return. "What an idiot."

Briza glared daggers at Mathorn for uttering something so stupid.

Two military shuttles landed in close vicinity of where they were being held. "Board the shuttle, if it pleases my lord." The Lieutenant carefully demanded, whereafter he turned toward the two other detaineese, pointed at the shuttles and ordered. "Get on board."

"Yes, yes, daddy." Mathorn muttered irritated and boarded without further complications, as the bounty hunter boarded a separate shuttle.

As Briza and Mathorn got on board, they had some time to glance out the viewport. They noticed that several building were ablaze and neighboring streets were crowded with scared and angry people, looking at the catastrophic that had just transpired.

Briza, now more than ever, knew that they all were in for an ear lashing, at the very least.