The assassin found his way into the restaurant easily enough. there were no guards at any of the exits, so he slipped in through the shipping entrance unnoticed. he treaded across the expensive carpet without making a sound, and he masked his presence from the sense of the Jedi. Senator Zoidburn entered the waste-room and impatiently ran to one of the cylindrical was stalls on the right. The blue plastic door slide up into the ceiling, the senator stepped in and sat down, and the blue plastic slid back down to give him some privacy. The hooded man stepped into the room, the electric light casting a blue glow off his paldrons. Sinks and mirrors the the left, blue waste stalls to the right. he didn't have to search for the Senator's mind to know which stall he was in. the grunts and breaking wind were enough to give away his position.
The assassin unclipped the black metal device from his belt and pressed a button on it. a glowing red bar extended forth from the hilt with a crack and a hiss, then began to hum. Zoidburn heard the humming of the weapon and looked up in tike to see the glowing bar pierce the plastic like a laser beam, sending up a shower of sparks into Zoidburn's delicate face. Zoidburn closed his eyes as the sparks rained down, then opened them to se that the beam had stabbed into his heart.
Jedi master Parvatti shuddered violently mid-sentence. His padawan looked up at him, confused. then he stared blankly into the air, as if searching for something. after a moment, fear rose in him as the blood drained from his face.
"What is it?" the Neimoidian senator asked, his bulging golden eyes swelling with fear. Feroc noticed the sudden seriousness, and sat up alert.
"Senator Zoidburn's mind has just been extinguished." Parvatti said. "he is dead."
The Sith assassin considered releasing his shadow cloaking technique, since the Jedi probably already knew that the senator was dead. The cloaking technique was a strain on his mind and energy, but he kept it up. The Jedi knew they were being hunted, but they didn't know who the hunter was.
The Party of Senators and bodyguards made their way through the crowded streets quickly. The two alien politicians were sandwiched between Parvatti and his apprentice, with Feroc bringing up the rear. Zoidburn had died inside the building, so it was Feroc's job to put himself between the killer and the remaining targets. The Jedi on either side were emitting a telekinetic Force Field that pushed civilians out of the way, causing some of them to fall over, but there was no one to scout the area ahead. They only had to make it back to the plaza and board the shuttle, but what if they walked into an an ambush?
The Neimoidian suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Feroc grabbed his shoulder as the two Jedi and the Mon calamari senator looked back at him. " Senator Sarutobi, we have to GO!!"
but his mouth only quivered, and his huge eyes seamed to bulge outwards even more, as if they were about to explode. Feroc let go of him as he realized that the Neimodian wasn't even touching the ground. His feet hovered an inch above the dusty tiles. Bloody tears dripped down from his face, and he suddenly uttered a soul shattering scream before his head was yanked back by an unseen force. the Alien's neck snapped, and he fell to the pavement in a crumpled heap.
Feroc looked back and saw the hooded man. All he asaw was the black hood and the waving cape. the figure was nothing but a black silhouette, except for the pauldron that glistened in the sunlight. Feroc raised his blaster to the Assasin, and the man raised his own hand, only it was empty. Feroc was suddenly thrown back, as if a sonic grenade had went off at his feet. He flew through into a primitive wooden kiosk, the wood shattering under his weight as he was buried under the grains that poured out of broken barrel.
"Ezio, Take the Senator to the Plaza, NOW!!" Parvatti said to his Padawan, and human and the fish man fled. Parvatti shrugged off his dusty civilian cloak to reveal his Jedi robes, and the Sith pulled a draw sting, causing his cape and hood to crumple to the dirt. Parvatti ignited his lightsaber, glowing and humming like a blue neon bar. the Sith assassin drew his own weapon, a glowing red blade of Death.
Feroc rose from the Rubble to see the Two in their fighting stances. He had seen reenacted Jedi/Sith fights on the Holonet, they were always drawn out and had lots of acrobatics. But in real life, fights like this were usually quick and precise. The Sith charged at Master Parvatti, bringing his blade down then slicing upwards. Parvatti parried the blow, both lightsabers rising over both their heads with a burst of Yellow sparks. Then the Sith stepped past the Jedi and brought the 'saber down into his back. The red blade of death impaled Parvatti through the chest before sliding back into the hilt.
The Sith seamed to take no notice of his latest kill and continued to chase his remaining target as Parvatti hit the dust.