Feroc wasn't enjoying his situation. he was sitting at a table with two Jedi and three alien senators on the patio of a restaurant, a situation that many could only wish for. But Feroc was a soldier. He rather be in the heat of battle then have to entertain these fat tentacle faced politicians in a climate that could boil an egg on the hood of a speeder. Why couldn't they have gotten a seat inside? the heat aside, the potential for for an assassination to take place here was enormous. the ancient sun-bleached stone buildings were too close together, making the tightly packed throng of alien civilians even tighter. when they eventually left the restaurant, Feroc would have no way of pursuing a culprit through the sea of shifting faces if someone decided to his hand into the Senators credit pouch, or to slip a knife between one of the senator's ribs.
One of the Senators asked him a question in his horrible squishy voice, and Feroc gave him an absent minded response in his own Malandorian accent. Feroc ran his head over his smooth buzz-cut head and felt a disgusting amount of sweat. How could any planet orbit three suns? Of course he knew that it only orbited the yellow sun, while the two blue suns in the distance belonged to another system, but they were still close enough to affect the climate. Feroc wished he had some blaster armor on him, but he had to wear plain clothes for this undercover mission, as did the Jedi. Why didn't the Senators have to wear civilian attire? Camouflage would certainly protect them from assassins, but instead they chose to surround themselves with warriors while they wore colorful and and flashy robes. an assassin could spot them a mile away!
As it turns out, an assassin was keeping all three senators in his sights with his pair of cyber binoculars. the man had a black hood and cape that waved in the wind 60 feet above the crowds in the streets below. His armored hand gripped the edge of the tower while he held the binoks in the grip of his gauntlet. The assassin raised himself from his kneeling position and put the device into the satchel that hung at his hip. then he pulled a black metal cylinder out from the satchel and clipped it to his belt. Then, without hesitation, he leapt from the fatal height and fell towards the pavement. The air rushed past him, Turning his cloak into a shadowy blur and lifting off his hood. He had long smooth hair, black as night, and black tattoos had been etched into his red skin. The assasin landed hard on the stone titles, spreading a web of cracks into the stone and sending debris into the air. The force of the impact put his hood back into place. He bent his knees and put one hand to the ground when he landed, his other arm going behind his back. his paldrons and chestplate armor rattled loudly when he landed, but otherwise he had no inconveniences. The assassin stood and bent his neck to the left, emitting a cracking sound. There were people who had noticed his impossible survival, but he was successfully able to disappear into the crowd just the same.
The waiter was refilling their drinks, and Feroc glared at him. Feroc wasn't eating, and hee only drank from a flask he kept in his Jacket. It would be all too easy to poison the food. He listed the waiter as a possible Assassin, but he noticed that the two Jedi weren't at all interested in him, or anything else besides the conversation they were having with with the senators. The Jedi seamed more like Rich burocrats then bodyguards, how could they be warriors?
Senator Zoidburn was a particularly disgusting creature. He was humanoid, except for the Tentacles that took up the bottom half of his face. Ziodburn was leaning over, his face submerged in his bowl of plankton Soup, His red bald head reflecting the light of the three suns. Then he lifted his head, green slop dripping from his repulsive maw.
"If you'll excuse me," His tentacles whipped around to mimmick human speech, "I need to used the little squid's room."