The Devaronian looked around nervously. He seemed aware that he needed to move. Downing the last of his drink, he hopped off the barstool and casually walked up the stairs to the hotel above the bar.
Switching on her audio emitter in case she needed it, Estar scooted out of the booth and also went up the stairs. She was far enough behind him, but could still see him.
In the empty hall, Tyresius turned the corner, quickly pulling out his key- an old fashioned metal key- and hurried to unlock his door. Tiptoeing, Estar silently crept behind him. Pulling out her smallest blaster, she pressed it into his ribcage.
He froze, stiffening as he recognized that there was a blaster on his back, "Well, this is just great," He sighed, as though she was only inconveniencing him, not threatening his life.
"Don't talk, just go into the room," She warned him in her synthesized man voice.
Still holding the blaster, she followed him into the tiny room. There was only room for a cot, table, and dry wash basin. The window was curtained with thick curtains that blocked out the sunlight completely. The curtains looked brand new, something he may had just recently put up. Glumly, Tyresius tossed his keys on the table, sitting down on the squeaky bed.
"So," He said, rubbing his hands together, "What's your plan? Going to shoot me, then have your cronies pick me up in a bag? Freeze me in carbonite? Take me alive and kicking so that whoever pays you the most can deliver painful revenge upon my poor body?"
"Your choice," She replied.
"How open to bribery are you?"
"Something tells me," She looked around the room, "That you probably don't have 150 million credits,"
He whistled, "150? I've outdone myself, haven't I?"
She said nothing. He was just as chatty as she remembered.
"You hunters certainly don't talk much,"
"Dead people don't talk much either,"
"Ouch, harsh,"
"He has a point there," A dark voice murmured from the doorway. Estar watched Tyresius's eyes widen. She groaned inwardly, turning to see Trumbull standing behind her with two blasters, one aimed at the each of them. There was a lock pick hanging from his belt. He must have used that to get in while she and Tyresius had been talking, "Put your hands up or neither of you are going to be doing anymore talking,"
Estar raised her blaster back up to Trumbull, "Don't be so presumptuous," She scoffed, holding it between his bulbous red eyes.
The hover craft that had been following Trumbull before appeared from behind him. A red light flashed on the top of its disk, as though it was angry. It started to squeal a high pitched hum.
"Hey, first guy-," Tyresius started to say to her but she didn't hear the rest of what he said.
A wave of sonic energy punched into her entire body, a boom exploding in her ears. The energy overloaded her helmet's sensors, her optics fizzing into static-y darkness. She stumbled back feeling the pressure push her into the wall. Despite being blinded and crushed, she still fired her blaster in the general direction. Someone grunted in pain, hopefully Trumbull. She was forced to remove her now fried helmet to see again. Twisting it off, her eyes burned at the bright lights, but she flung her helmet into the hover droid that easily dodged it. The droid started humming again, readying another sonic wave, so she charged at it.
Grabbing the droid in her hands, she caught it from midair and quickly tried to see where the sonic cannon was at on it so she could pull it off. Too late, another surge hit her. Without her helmet this time, however, the energy directly hit her head and unprotected ears. Splitting pain stunned her, the only sound she heard was a droning beep that never ended. Disoriented, she fell to her knees, trying to still keep herself together, but she couldn't stop the unconscious from taking over her. The last thing she heard was Tyresius's shocked voice, "That girl?"