Chapter 3
Omek looked at the small frail girl out of the corner of his eyes with his handed subtly outstretched, waiting for the dagger that she surely had in a death grip.
"Look", muttered Omek, "I'm pretty good at hand-to-hand, but we don't know what kind of weapons this scum has. I need your knife and I need you to stand back behind me. Hand it over if you want to get out of here alive"
"but but but" Haas stammered frozen with fear.
"H, NOW!", demanded Omek.
Just as the words left his mouth two of the thugs, who had managed to sneakily close the distance between Omek and Haas, lept at Omek. Omek had just enough time to duck and roll to his left, barely avoiding being pile driven in to the duracrete wall. Omek heard Haas yelp in fear.
"ARRGG!!!" one of the thugs bellowed.
"CHOBBS KNOBB! the little harpy stabbed me in the arm!" exclaimed one of the assailants, a Bith.
Omek was slightly caught off guard by Haas actually managing to protect herself, and at the sight of the Bith thug. The Bith were usually a peaceful species, however the undercity had ways of turning any species into cold, hungry, violent beings. Omek looked at the other attacker that was getting to its feet, a Rodian. Omek lifted his leg and kicked with all his strength. The Rodian flew into the Bith, knocking him over. Omek looked up at Haas as she fell to her knees and began to frantically stab the attackers in the chest. Deeming the Bith and Rodian neutralized threats he turned to face the other two thugs. He could hear them chuckling.
"Jzeepo and I'Preth, what weaklings" spat the being that Omek considered the leader, a Chiss. The other was also a Rodian, although this one was a decent amount taller than the one that lay twitching in a pool of his and his fellow attackers blood, soon to be dead if not already.
"I must say, you have put up a valiant effort to retain your lives and possessions on this quiet night. I would clap for you but it is time our little assembly concluded.", the Chiss stated in a impatiently smug tone.
Omek wasn't scared, perhaps he was worried before, when they were out numbered what he thought to be 4 to 1, but seeing H as a fairly competent defender, the odds seemed to be more in his favor now.
Omek confidently responded, "Hey nerve-burner, it's two versus two now, we made short work of these two wastoids, so how about we just go our separate ways, and not spill any more blood tonight, ehh?"
The Chiss and Rodian began to cackle and reached into the inside pockets of their jackets, each producing an aged but still capable M-41 blaster pistol.
"You were saying?" the Chiss gloated.
"son of a bantha" Omek cursed under his breath. "alright alright alright take whatever you want from us, we will set our possessions and credits on the ground and be on our way" Omek bargained.
However it seemed the Chiss wanted more than just their possessions, he wanted their lives.
"Oh that does sound tempting, but it seems you have already forgotten about the blood of my cohorts you and that stupid little girl have spilled tonight. So it seems only fair that me and my Rodian friend here spill yours as well, but rest assured the little harpy will be taken excellent care of. After we have our way with her, she will bring us an excellent profit. I can think of several Hutts who would pay a nice price for a young and beautiful Zabrak girl" The pair of them began to utter that annoying cackle once more as they raised their blasters and pointed them towards Omek. Omek looked at Haas apologetically searching for the words to soothe her, but he knew there were none. His mind began to race frantically for a way to get out of this situation alive. The Datadisk!
"Well you could kill me but then you would loose out on potentially a million credits..."
Their cackling slowed and eventually stopped. The Chiss was visibly skeptical as Omek assumed he would be.
"HA! Is that the best you could come up with to save your skin? Just going to throw an impossibly large number of credits out and hope I bite and decide to let you live? tsk tsk tsk.. You are going to have to do better than th-" but the Chiss couldn't finish before a large steel pipe had been brought down on the back of his head, knocking him to the ground and pistol from his hand. Omek and Haas were almost as shocked as the Rodian to see Thay-Len standing behind him with pipe in his hands.
"Kriffing Tail-head!" the Rodian snarled as he raised his blaster at Thay-Len. The pipe was still down by the Chiss, Thay-Len wouldn't have enough time to raise it and swing again with enough force to subdue the large Rodian. Omek, in a flash, reached across his body with is right hand and grabbed the dagger from Haas by the blade, performed a 360 degree turn and flung it at the Rodian, landing it in the back of his skull. All three of them watched the Rodian slump slowly to the ground.