Luck Has Nothing to do With It.
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12.27.2012 , 02:44 PM |
I hope everyone had a great holiday, and more importantly, a great Life Day!
Chapter 5: Hoodwinked
The Rodian’s bright blue eyes showed shrewdness. That, along with nervous glances to either direction at a moment’s notice, implied something was wrong. They approached him, and he didn’t seem to notice. Finally Acara growled-which snapped the Rodian back into reality. He coiled back in fear of the wookiee while Risec examined him quizzically, wondering if this was his man. He fit Kirk’s description, but something was wrong. He just didn’t seem to be the scamming type. And Risec knew scammers-he had been around them plenty of times.
“You know Kiren?” Risec asked, glancing up and down the rodian. He wore an orange vest, with a yellow shirt beneath it. His pants were brown, with a hole exposing his green scaly knee. He had two blaster pistol clipped to his belt-a simple brown piece of leather.
“Kiren? Kiren who?” He was twitching, and spoke quickly. He was definitely anxious. He began twiddling his thumbs, and drifting back into his haze.
“I don’t know, he’s an engineer.” Risec said, trying to remember anything about Kiren. He hadn’t mentioned a last name. The rodian thought and smiled, then pulled two pistols before Risec knew what was happening. He aimed one at each smuggler, and began speaking.
“That backstabbing son of a b*tch! He betrayed me!” screamed the rodian. His eyes showed a foggy evil, and a small mark showed on his exposed elbow. The mark of a spice injection. That’s when Risec reached for his own weapon. In true quick draw fashion, reached into his holster, and fired of three shots rapidly. The rodian collapsed onto his knees, stone-cold dead. Risec’s face twisted in horror as he realized he had been hoodwinked.
“That backstabbing, no good, dirty little f*cker!” he mumbled under his breath. Kiren was stealing his ship! They began sprinting back to the hanger, but it was too late. Just as they reached the streets of Khoonda, they saw the outline of the Survivor lifting into the air and flying away.
Kiren had wondered if he would actually get away with the plan. Those two smugglers had no idea what was becoming of their ship, and his partner would be dead. Or his partner would kill the smugglers, and come after Kiren. Either way, he was safe. Kiren sat in the pilot’s chair, navigating the ship into the hyperlanes. Not many people came to Dantooine for an engineer, which was true…only because the few “engineers” were thieves. Kiren had done repairs, but only so he could escape Dantooine and land safely on whichever planet he desired.
He thought of Alderaan, but the war there could be a problem. Next came Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler’s moon. He would be virtually invisible there, but Risec would think to check Nar Shaddaa first. But no other planet offered as much security as Nar Shaddaa. He swiveled the chair, and used the galaxy map appropriately. Soon the lights of the smuggler’s moon illuminated the ships exterior. Kiren smiled, and thought about his success. Another good scam, he thought.
Risec stared at the sky, hoping his ship would somehow fly back to him-but it never did. He stood in the middle of the bustling street, being bumped into and cursed at by civilians and refugees.
“Move out of the way you d*ckhead!” one screamed, his voice loud enough to be heard through the busy street.
Risec had been through enough that day, and was already an inferno of hatred. He stood there and continued to block the man’s way, which only stroked the fire. The man, a small human continued to yell profanities at the smuggler, and became louder, and louder as he did. Finally, Risec had enough. His eyes glowed with passion and anger, and he unleashed his fists upon the man. Blows to the face, stomach, and jaw befell the man, and soon he was down on the street, blood pouring from his mouth. He spit up more, and showed his now red teeth. A crowd had quickly huddled around the skirmish, and the man began to get up.
“Get out of here!” the man yelled at the crowd, blood spitting out after every word. The crowd moved on, and Risec with it, moving secretly through the streets.
I know this is short, but my mind only lets me write short chapters. So deal with it!
STATEMENT: I'm just a simple assassin...I mean bodyguard, master. You have nothing to fear.