The rest of his dinner with the the two Platoon Sergeants was rather uneventful in Mazes opinion. The three of them talked, politely but not really friendly, trying to get an in depth knowledge about the other party without revealing too much information themselves. Of course Maze could've simply shot down all their questions with the simple excuse:”That is classified.”, but these were to be his new Comrades in arms, so he decided that some little bits of information would be appropriate. He even gave them a brief outline of how his life had been before he had joined the Vast Empire. After Dinner he had suggested that they could plunder the Mini bar in his  room, which both women had declined, hinting that they could have had a little much the night before.
So after seeing them off at the suites door he helped himself to the bar, threw himself in one of the armchairs and started scribbling down notes into his datapad.

***The next morning***

Deciding what to wear was a difficult this morning as well for Maze. The utter tastelessness of his wardrobe once again imposed a difficult decision on him. Finally he decided to go with a simple black robe, topped of with completely horrible sunglasses as most of the professional Sabbac players wore them. The upside of these robes was that he was easily able to hide his Mynock Q33 Silenced Slugthrower in it. He didn't expect any real trouble while going down to have breakfast. On the other Hand he knew that when rolling with the Army, one had to expect anything.

The breakfast buffet was splendid, and Maze reveled in it. He pseudo-randomly sat down within earshot of Kami and Aeos. But it turned out that Earshot wasn't even needed. Aeos suddenly jumped out of her chair, shouting:”On the double folks, we got a situation!”, and her as well as Jester were storming out of the room.

It took him a second to decide whether to stay or to go. Muttering:”Ah, what the hell...”, he sped after them.

Kami shadowed Polovax as he waddled about the vicinity of the large circus tent, pausing here and there to issue orders or scream relentlessly at whoever was in charge of a project he considered to lagging behind in their preparations. Resisting the urge to cover her ears with her hands as Polovax launched into another shrieking match with the head of wardrobe, Kami glanced down at her chrono to check the time. 1030. Half an hour until the opening act burst out onto the circus floor.

Flicking the large velvet curtain aside, Kami took in the quickly filling grandstands, their occupants carefully directed by members of Jester as they passed by security checkpoints. Apparently, the circus was scheduled for two daily shows for the next two days, one at 1100, the other later on at 1900. With the show only running for an hour, that gave Jester plenty of time to enjoy the fruits of the casino after their late shift, providing nothing went horribly wrong.

“I refuse to work under these conditions!” The wardrobe designer, an immensely large Twi’lek woman, violently cast a pile of prop weapons in Kami’s direction. Ducking aside to allow them to clash harmlessly to the floor, she watched as the Twi’lek immediately spun around to release the rest of her fury on a rack of costumes nearby.

“Not glamorous enough for you hey?!” The Twi’lek heaved the rack onto its side, sending her subordinates scattering, “Not fine enough for your stars?!”

“Control yourself madam!” Polovax was forced to heave his enormous bulk sideward’s as his head of wardrobe latched onto a nearby sewing machine, rising it above her head and casting it directly at Polovax. The fat circus manager shrieked in alarm, turning wide eyes to Kami, “Do something!”

Sighing, Kami deftly removed the pistol strapped to her thigh, thumbing it over to stun mode. The blue bolt caught the Twi’lek directly in the stomach as she brought another machine hovering precariously above her head. Her eyes broadened in surprise before her body twitched fiercely, causing her to fall to a still heap on the sandy floor.

Startled expressions turned her way as Kami calmly re-sheathed her pistol, leaning over to dust sand off Polovax’s shoulder. The circus manager gaped at her momentarily, before clearing his throat and rearranging his elaborate jacket, “Well, er, yes, thanks for that.”

He clicked impatiently at two nearby roadies, who grunted and moved forward to unceremoniously haul the unconscious alien away before addressing the stunned crowd, “Back to work you lazy dogs! We have a show that starts in twenty!”

Backstage roared to life once more as Polovax’s circus workers broke free from their reverie, returning to their abandoned tasks.

“Kami, everything alright down there? We heard a blaster shot.”

Grabbing at the small comlink on her belt, Kami sighed again before replying to Aeos’s query, “Nothing to worry about, slight altercation between the staff.”

“Alright,” Aeos sounded bored at best, “Keep me posted.”

Kami double clicked her comm. in acknowledgment, and then turned to follow Polovax as he charged relentlessly at another of his employees, his face already coloring red with fury.

The lines began forming almost immediately once it was announced that the tent was now open and the show will begin shortly.  The first minutes went by without anything coming up.  and it seemed like it might be this way until the show started.

Jinx was checking both a ticket and an id card when his comm went off, Aeos was asking Verkur if everything was ok and he responded that he had a bit of a scuffle but things were taken care of.  Jinx simply smiled and handed the card and ticket back to the patron.  The next few people in line had a couple of bags that had to be checked but nothing worth getting excited about.

Jinx wasn't sure about this mission at the moment, he was a member of the Vast Empire after all not some part time ticket taker.  But this was the current mission and Aeos had taken this job for the relaxation and additional credits for them, so he really couldn't complain that much.  It was rather nice to not have someone shooting at you because your invading their planet or trying to wipe out their rebellion cells.

He looked over to his partner once in a while to make sure he was doing ok.  Seems that they were both doing fine and everything was going as planned.  There was a few loud children that got pushy farther up the line but one shout from one of the workers put a quick end to it.

The line seemed to never end at least as far as Jinx could see.  The patrons kept coming and with most of them having both their tickets out and their ID's in hand things were going very smoothly.

“First act, go!”

Polovax’s booming tenor managed to carry across the abrupt roar of the crowd as the lights littered about the dome of the circus tent flashed dazzling to life. A small group of Sullustans, their faces and jowls painted in a variety of fluorescent colors, skipped past Kami to sweep onto the sandy arena. She watched their carefully staged anecdotes for a few seconds, before turning back to Polovex as he charged recklessly about backstage.

Her dislike of the man had grown by leaps and bounds in the hour or so she’d observed him with his staff. He was cheap, opting to take shortcuts where possible to save money, whether or not his scheming placed the lives of his crew at risk. Whilst not an expert electrician herself, Kami was well aware that the precariously bundled wires hanging from every crevasse hardly met the most basic safety standards.

Moreover, the majority of Polovax’s performers seemed half starved, living in similar conditions to the caged animals the circus ringmaster was so proud of. Kami suspected that most of them were not part of the circus of their own free will; many bore a haunted look that she had spied before on the faces of slaves during her travels. Judging by Polovax’s barely shadowed aggression, if was highly possible he may of blackmailed staff onto his tour, or simply snatched them away as he tore through planets and systems.

Indeed, the only members of Polovax’s entourage that seemed comfortable in their role were the grease monkeys, mechanics and roadie crew, all of whom were male, large and rather stupid looking. If Polovax paid them decently, Kami was sure they represented enough of a force to keep the others in line and properly subdued.

Her lip curling in disgust, Kami glanced in the direction of the grandstand, her vision of Jester now restricted by the blinding lights highlighting the dancing Sullustans. The crowd was laughing, genuinely amused by the little aliens comical routine, seemingly unaware that their jowls hung loosely beneath their eyes, and that their bony chests were heaving with exhaustion beneath their bright costumes.

If it weren’t for the contract Jester had already signed with Polovax, Kami would have turned on the circus manager already. Unfortunately, their guise as security for hire was reliant on their indifference to the plight of Polovax’s staff, so Kami settled instead for curling her fists to curb her anger.

“Second act ready!”

A family of humans stood forward, a young girl already bending over backwards to stretch before their act. Tearing her gaze from the bruises lining her skin, Kami forced herself to remain alert.

If anyone was going to cause trouble, they would most likely to strike during the show, when everyone’s attention was elsewhere.

Kami strode towards the perimeter of the circus tent, the rest of Jester trailing at her heels. She was quietly worried about Aeos’s deteriating condition, especially having seen first hand the state of Polovax’s employees the day before.

Coming to halt a few hundred meters from the already bustling circus, Kami turned back to her squad, “You’re all on detail duty like yesterday, story goes that Aeos is sick with a common cold so stick with it alright?” She turned to Maze, “I want you to shadow Polovax today. He seems quite taken with you, so maybe he’ll be more inclined to talk about his previous ventures. It would be nice to know a little more about this circus’s shady past.”

All of Jester nodded, Maze’s eyes narrowing as Kami held his gaze slightly longer than the rest of the squad. She was taking a risk placing the newest member of the squad so close to Polovax, but with Aeos off snooping around he was the next logical choice.

“Alright, off you go, with see you all quickly for lunch before the next show,” Kami flashed a smile at Jester as they sighed and trudged off to their respective tasks. Watching them go for a moment, she spun on her heel, heading across the damp grass towards the small concrete structure at the very rear of the camp. One of Polovax’s goons, a hulking heavily browed human, rose from a rickety chair at the door as she grew closer,

“You here to see the prisoners?” He grunted, peering out at her beneath his shaggy fringe.

Kami nodded, flashing the security pass clipped to her vest, “Will only be a little while if you’d mind giving me some privacy?”

“I dunno…” The guard shifted uncomfortably, “I’m supposed to stay at the door. They might…eh…escape.”

“Are they secure?” Kami arched an eyebrow at the guard, her tone making the large man squirm again beneath her stare.

“Yup, I tied them myself,” The guard glanced off in the direction of the food tent, “I suppose I can go get breakfast then come back.”

“You do that,” Kami swept past the guard and into the collapsing bunker before guard could answer. The interior was dimly lit, courtesy of a single fluorescent bulb swinging from the roof. The two battered men were directly beneath it, squinting curiously at their newest visitor from where they were tied down to metallic chairs.

Walking forward until she was just beyond spitting distance from the two captives, Kami dropped down into a crouch, quietly taking in Polovax’s handiwork since Verkur and Jager had handed the prisoners over to his men.

“You here to beat us too?” One of the men drawled, having difficultly speaking around his swollen bloodied mouth.

“No,” Kami sighed, well aware that the other captive was barely conscious where he sat, “I’m going to get you two some water, and some food, and then we’re just going to talk. You think you’ll be ok with that?”

The drawling prisoner regarded her warily for a moment, unsure at the sudden shift after the night of brutality they had suffered at the hands of their captors. Finally, he dipped his head in acknowledgement, “Ok…I’ll talk to you. But only on the condition you get something for the pain Nifty here is going through, they broke his arm and roughed him up pretty bad. Focused on him after I gave em’ nothing.”

Delving into one of the pockets of her vest, Kami pulled free a small tin, holding it under the light so the prisoners weren’t intimidated by her movement.  Under the conscious captives guarded gaze, she opened the tin, pulling a needle and a small vial free, “I came prepared.”

“How do we know that’s what you say it is,” The prisoner looked over at his groaning friend, worry clear in his eyes, “I don’t want him hurt anymore.”

“You don’t.” Kami stood forward, sliding the needle’s point into a vein into Nifty's good arm, “I just need you to try to trust me for the time being.”

Seeing his friend calm immediately as the clear liquid rushed through his body, the drawling prisoner nodded, “Alright. I can do that.”

Kami sat cross legged on the floor before the two prisoners, who were sitting before her cautiously chewing on the food she had procured from the guard. The guard himself was slumped in the corner, out cold thanks to the blow Kami had delivered to the back of his head when he had happily returned with lunch.

“We’re from Dantooine,” The taller prisoner, a man called Wash was saying, “Polovax was on planet a few months back. He mostly kept to the outbound towns, villages and collective farms so he avoided local security.”

Wash paused to tear a chunk out of the suspicious looking meat clutched in his hand, before handing the rest over to his friend Nifty, who despite Kami’s aid was still struggling with his pain.

“First few shows were fine, Nifty and I even worked as security for the slimeball, for a pretty decent rate I must say.” Wash continued, his sunken gaze fastened on Kami, “Then Polovax abruptly pushed back his departure plans. At the same time, a lot of our local population got sick, real sick, flu like symptoms we’d never seen before.”

“Nifty and I put our heads together,” Wash declined his head at his friend, who nodded mournfully, “And figured out that everyone who was sick had been at the circus at some stage. We confronted Polovax, with a few of the other guys, and he comes out and says he’s got the cure, but he ain’t talking unless we pay. And by pay I mean enough to leave us for dead as farmers.”

Kami frowned, “Did you try to analyze the sickness yourself?”

Wash nodded, “We did that, but Dantooine medical facilities ain’t exactly top notch, and our families were dying. We had no choice, we threw in all our savings and Polovax, sithspit as he is, did stick by his word and gave us the antidote.”

“But you were ruined,” Kami said softly, pushing her increasing worry for Aeos to the back of her mind, “You had nothing left.”

Wash nodded again, pain flashing in his dark eyes, “We had a hard summer, whilst most of us got better, there wasn’t enough food and supplies to go to everyone. We lost quite a few, fathers, mothers, even kids,” He paused to spit bitterly into the dust at his feet, “Polovax is ruthless in choosing his victims.”

“So you followed him here, for what, revenge?” Kami asked.

“Yeah and it was going according to plan till you and your men showed up,” Wash bared his teeth at Kami momentarily, then sighed and seemed to physically withdraw into himself, “We didn’t get him, and he’s still out there, hurting others.”

Kami came to her feet, glancing over at the guard to check he was still unconscious, then back at the two prisoners, “You two need to get out of here, while you can. I’ll deal with the guard.”

Both captives glanced up at her, surprise splayed over their features.

“But…Polovax…” Wash began, helping his friend rise.

“I’ll deal with Polovax,” Kami interrupted, pausing momentarily to let the duo see the truth of the statement in her eyes. Stepping forward, she emptied the contents of her credit pouch into Wash’s free hand, “Take this. It should be enough to get you home to your families. You’re no good to them dead, and me and mine have got this under control.”

“You swear you’ll do this?” Wash hesitated in the doorway, Nifty supported on his shoulder, “You swear?”

It was Kami’s turn to nod, “Get out of here, hurry, before the next patrol sweeps by here.”

Wash offered a weak smile of thanks, before leading his friend from the bunker and out of sight.

"This is getting ridiculous, this many people paying to see people perform, spending money to eat this garbage.  Either these people are starving for entertainment or have nothing better to do" Jinx grumbled out loud more to himself then anyone in particular.

"But paying Polovax is the worst of it" a female's voice responded out of no where.

Jinx quickly looked around and saw an older lady standing a few steps away.  Jinx thought he recognized here as one of the performers but wasn't certain enough to say.  but he could say that she didn't exactly look great, not like a performer should anyways.  She was thin and looked a bit gaunt.

"Why do you say that, I can't say I like him at all but I really haven't seen anything to make me want to kill him yet" Jinx softly chuckled.

"Then you need to open your eyes wider, and not to just your job.  Take a look around behind the curtains, talk to the other performers but stay away from the workers.  Most of them are on Polovax's special payroll and will hurt you badly.

Jinx was puzzled and didn't like the sound of this one single bit.  He wasn't told to investigate anything, he was here to relax and perform simple security for the patrons of this, this place.

"I will and I'll make sure my friend do the same" Jinx said in a low voice.  The lady nodded her head and walked off.

"I need to talk to Aeos about this, I just hope she's not to sick to listen" Jinx said and walked off searching for her.

Jager aimlessly wandered through the crowds, occasionally stopping to watch a side show or just to break the monotony of aimless wandering. Around him the circus continued as usually. Tourists wandered around gawking at the sights, carnies moving things or just loitered. But something was gnawing at the back of Jager's mind, he had had this feeling since the squad arrived here but drinking had silenced this feeling.

The crowds suddenly surged away from the main tent, "The second show must of ended" Jager muttered quickly moving out of the way. As quickly as the crowds appeared they had dispersed giving Jager the opportunity to continue his aimless wanderings. Just past the main tent Jager couldn't help but notice a congregation of Polovax's henchmen standing outside a tent. Discreetly Jager moved past to see if he could hear what they were talking about.

When he was within earshot he stopped and looked at something in the distance, hoping he would look like another clueless tourist.
"Where did Polovax find you guys?, What did i say!" a gruff voice said. The surrounding henchmen broke into quiet chatter, but the gruff voice barked at them again,
"Well!, I clearly said if anyone gets sick to take them to the Med tent immediately!".
One of the henchmen spoke up, "I thought it was just food poisoning, I swear".
Silence fell over the group. Jager's curiosity got the better of him and he slowly inched closer to the group.

The silence was broken by the gruff voice again, "I am sorry, I just assumed that when i gave an order that IT WOULD BE FOLLOWED!, Now we got lucky this ti..." the suddenly stopped. Jager peaked over his shoulder to see why, and quickly regretted doing so. The group was now staring directly at him, parting slightly to give the man with the gruff voice a look.
"Hey... Thats the guy, thats the guy from before" an all to familiar voice said, it was the being from before. Jager had no idea what this... thing was but he suddenly had a new found hatred of that entire species.

The man with the gruff voice stopped momentarily, sizing Jager up.
".... Get him" he said in calmly. Upon hearing these words Jager bolted, Imperial or no Imperial he had a feeling that if these men caught him, it wasn't going to be pretty. The grounds weren't to crowded, Jager found himself regretting that he ever wished them to leave. As he made his dash bystanders quickly got out of the way, he was hoping that this commotion would attract enough attention that his pursers would have to back off... It didn't. With every second Jager could feel them gaining, thanks impart to their knowledge of the grounds. Inevitably Jager moved in between the tents and before he knew it he was surrounded.
"Sith spit" he muttered as the henchmen closed in. Suddenly Jager realized something, he was a storm trooper who could call for some sort of backup from his squad. As soon as this thought had cross his mind his Comm clicked on, The advancing Henchmen stopped boxing Jager in as Sergeant Sharpe's voice came through.

“Team, Kami. We’re done with this elaborate act. Gear up, and meet in Aeos’s room in twenty. We’re moving on Polovax tonight.” she said. Jager paused... if there was any chance of him getting out of this alive, it was gone. Quickly sizing up the weakest looking of the surrounding Thugs, Jager made a split second decision and swung as hard as he could. The blow landed square on the thugs head and sent him to the floor but before Jager could relish in his small accomplishment the remaining thugs charged in. Jager made a last ditch attempt to fight back but was met with a rock like blow to his stomach which sent him crashing to the ground gasping for air. As he tried in vain to stumble to his feet, a flurry of kicks connected with his ribs.

Jager lay there, defeated and waiting for the inevitable killing blow... but it never came. The thugs had stopped their onslaught. He jerked his head to the side to see why they had stopped, the thugs surrounding him had suddenly parted making way for the gruffed voiced human to come through.
"Get him out of here, and get ready for a party. its time to earn our pay" he said in that calm manner. As he finished Jager felt something placed against the back of his neck. A sharp burning pain shot through his body, this pain was familiar... stun stick. Jager had been on the receiving end of a stun stick one to many times during his gambling days, Oddly though he didn't pass out.
"Hey, he's still awake... Hit him again" one of the thugs said nudging Jager with his foot, and with that a second sharp burning pain shot through Jager's body, causing him arch his back and flail his limbs involuntarily before he passed out.

"What if he wakes up?" a voice said

"If he does... uh... i don't know. We should probably get the boss if he does"

"...Do you think we stand a chance against these Imps?" the first voice quired after several minutes of silence

"I heard Talc say there was only a handful of them... how hard could it be?" the second voice answered with a an air of confidence then went silent.

What felt like an eternity had passed before the first voice spoke again
"...Should we try to get him to talk?"

"No, Orders are orders. I don't want to be the guy who pisses off the boss after what happened earlier."

"Yeah.. i know, but if he's friends are coming wouldn't it be a good idea to ask him how many there were, what sort of hardware their carrying... that sort of stuff?"

There was another brief pause before the second voice answered

"..yeah... that would be a good idea, I'll get the boss. Stay here" it finished. The sound of footsteps and a door slamming echoed in Jager's head.

He sat tied to a chair in a small prefab building hidden amongst several tents at the back of the circus grounds trying to get his sense back. slowly he opened his eye's, two large flood lights sat to his left and right. Jager raised his head slightly to see if he could get a good look at the room, but the flood lights quickly burned his eyes and cast obscure shadows over the back of the room.

The henchmen left guarding the room walked over to Jager

"Wakey Wakey honey" he said sarcastically "Have a good sleep?"

Jager began laughing softly. "Do you have any idea how dead you are... or are you just as oblivious as the rest of your buddy's?" he said looking up at the guard. The stock of the guards blaster connected swiftly with Jagers right cheek,

"You still wanna laugh tough guy because i've got a good one for you, When my boss comes he's going to make you wish you weren't born, Then once you've told us everything we need to know about your friends were going to kill them all. Still gonna laugh?" he finished, obviously aggravated.

Before Jager could answer the door swung open, the guard stood up quickly and moved away from Jager.
"What are you doing?" The guards boss asked. The guard stood to attention

"Uh.. the pr.. prisoner woke up and i decided to start questioning him Sir"

The guard's boss mumbled quietly about not need this now, then motioned him to leave.

Jager sighed and lifted his head back as the man referred to as "Boss" walked over to him

"I've got little patients for Imperials... I am going to ask you series of questions which you will answer quickly and truthfully, OR i will hurt you. Clear?"

Jager smirked "Crystal"

"First question.. Whats your name" boss asked

Jager paused.... "Kyle Sandrosa". His interrogator went silent, then smacked Jager across the face with the back of his hand

"Funny, Mr Luth. Your ID says different" boss stated slowly pacing around Jager.
"I am going to skip the pleasantries and get to the questions that matter. How many of your "Friends" Are we to expect?"

Jager smirked again "One hundred and Fifty, Give or take two", Again his interrogator smacked him across the face
"Alright... sorry" Jager stammered "...Three Platoons of elite soldiers", Jager braced himself for another hit... but it never came. Cautiously Jager scanned the shadows of the room but didn't see Boss, suddenly Jager felt a shock run through his body causing him to cry out in pain

"Seven or eight" he panted, slumping forwards

Boss walked around back into Jagers view  "Good, see how good it feels telling the truth. Now, are any of them... sick?"

Jager looked up in a confused manner "Sick?"

"I'll take that as a no..." Boss said then went silent.

"...I am gonna enjoy killing you" Jager muttered

Boss smirked, then drew a large knife. Jager stared nervously at the blade,

"What.... what are you gonna do with that?" he asked trying not to show any fear.

Boss turned his back to Jager and rolled his head back. In a flash Boss spun around and stuck the knife through Jagers right hand, even though it was a replica it still sent a wave of sharp mind blowing pain through Jagers entire body. Boss walked towards the door.

"I'll be back for my knife when my men have finished your friends off... goodbye Jager"  he said closing and locking the door behind him. Jager sat struggling on the chair, trying in vain to get the knife out. The hand was destroyed, sparking as the servos burnt out causing it to twitch uncontrollably. After several minutes of struggling in vain Jager stopped, Sighing heavily he gave one last attempt... nothing.

"Fine mess you've gotten yourself into Jager...." he muttered to himself "Dammit Jester, hurry up" he finished, lifting his head towards the ceiling.

Jager Lapsed back into consciousness, in a way he was surprised that he wasn't dead yet. He gave a weak attempt at trying to free himself, but as expect he couldn't. Sighing he took a quick look around the room. The flood lights were still on which caused him to squint.

The room was empty.
"either the Jesters wiped out these goons.... or these goons have wiped out Jester." he mumbled looking down at the knife lodged in his hand, he wondered if he could get that fixed when he got out... if he got out.

Suddenly there was a burst of Static from just behind one of the flood lights. Jager squinted, trying his best to see what it was. Out of the darkness he could see a figure stretched out on a chair, Asleep.

The static was coming from the guards Comm in quick bursts, Jager tried to listen in to the communications.

"What's going on... Where's Polovax?..." a voice said in a panic

"We cant find him, I only saw him a few minutes ago" another replied

A sudden expression of joy came over Jagers face, "Show them who's in charge Jesters, YEAH!" he cheered, waking up the guard.

"Oh your in trouble now... My friends are coming to save me!" Jager taunted at the guard, who gave him a puzzled look. The confusion over the Comm's continued.

"Talc report in.... TALC!... Dammit, I think they've got Talc and his boys"

"...But Talc was guarding Polovax, we need to send Talc backup"

Suddenly a voice came over the Comm's silencing the others. Jager recognized it as the man they referred to as "Boss"

"Everyone shut up and listen" He commanded, in his calm manner

"Polovax is probably dead, We've got anywhere between seven and twelve Imp soldiers out there not to mention the hotel security."

An eerie silence came over the Comm's, Jager began to hear shouts and commotion outside his prison. After several minutes of silence Boss's voice came back onto the Comm channel.

"This Jobs a bust We are bailing. Grab what you can and head north out of the circus grounds, the shuttle will pick us at the rendezvous point in an hour."  Silence returned to the Comm channel before a nervous sounding henchmen came over the channel.

"So.. what about Polovax and Talc?"

Boss shot back aggressively

"He paid me to protect him.. not save him.. I have no intention of dying for that fat bastard, NOW you either come with me or go your own way. I couldn't care less, we wont be waiting around.... Saeth out". The transmission ended abruptly and the silence returned.

Jager sighed with relief then looked over at the guard, who was now in deep thought
"Your friends are gone... I'll cut you a deal though, You untie me and when my friends burst through that door  I'll tell them that you were on our side. What do you say?" Jager said smiling reassuringly at the guard.

The guard stood up and ran an anxious hand through his hair.

"I Dont trust Imps, I untie you and I'am a goner" he said walking over to the Jager

"I've killed heaps of people... one Imp wouldn't hurt now, would it?" the guard stated drawing his blaster and sticking it a few inch's of Jager's face.

"Lets be civil about this..." Jager said weakly as he tried desperately to move out of the shadow of the blaster

Suddenly there was a hurried banging on the door, the guard quickly spun around and took aim. The door quickly swung open, revealing a trandoshin carrying a large nap-sack.

"Hey... watch where your pointing thats" he cried, quickly ducking.

"Ah... What, i am Busy" the guard asked irately

"Didnt you hear" The Trandoshan said looking over his shoulder "The Imps iced Polovax, We need to get out of here... Saeth's got a shuttle a few clicks outside of the grounds and if we hurry we'll still make it."

The guard rubbed his forehead again, Suddenly Jager saw an opportunity and rocked hard on his chair, throwing himself and chair forward onto the Guards right leg. All three hit the ground with a resounding thud, and the guards blaster slid along the ground.

Quickly Jager realized that he just put himself into a corner, now the guard was hurt.. and pissed off, but his situation was still the same. Immediately he started to struggle, hoping the chair would break. It let out a loud creak.. but didn't break. The trandoshan, realizing what had just happened dumped his nap-sack and ran, leaving just Jager and the guard.

The injured guard moaned and struggled to push Jager and the chair off his back. Jager gave a last ditch effort to break his arms free, and with another loud creak the right arm of the chair broke free. Unfortunately though Jager's right hand was still pinned with the knife that Saeth left as a taste of things to come, but Jager now had a blunt instrument that he began swinging wildly at the left arm of the chair hoping to free both hands.

The guard stumbled to his feet and made a dash for his blaster, while Jager bashed relentlessly at the chair. The guard fumbled with his Blaster as Jager got his left arm free, quickly he bit down on his lip and pulled the knife out of his right hand. The guard hastily leveled his blaster and fired off several shots, all luckily missing there intended target. Jager threw the knife at the guard ,with the handle striking him in the thigh and sending him to the ground with a quick cry of pain.

Using the opportunity Jager managed to untie his legs, he was now free... and limped over to the temporaily incapacitated guard to celebrate his new found freedom. With several incoherent cry's Jager started to kick the guard in the stomach and chest, stopping only to change feet. After both his began to ache considerably. The guard rolled on the floor, one hand holding his stomach and another extended trying to beg for mercy.

"Please... Please stop" the guard stammered, spitting up a tooth. Jager took a deep breath and Kicked him again as the guard tried to slowly rise to his feet. Jager headed to the door, picking up the blaster before leaving.

He was only several feet away from the door when he stopped and collapsed against the wall.

The sounds of confusion wafted over the circus grounds, in a matter of minutes the carnies and henchmen had abandon the circus grounds and made off into the surrounding area or towards Saeth's shuttle. Some even dumped their things and assimilated into the growing crowds. Jager sat on the ground, propped up against the wall.

After several minutes a curious circus goer wandered over to Jager, who was now slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Are... You alright Mr?" The soft voice said. Jager slowly opened his eye's to see who it was. A small human girl stood in front of him, staring curiously. Quickly a women, who Jager guessed to be the mother, walked over and took the little girls hand

"Come along" she said in a stern voice "Leave the nice man alone", it became apparent that she had not yet noticed Jagers sorry state as she stared off into the distants

"But he looks sad" the little girl said turning to her mother, who was still fixed on something in the distance.

"Please, we have to go... come along" the mother replied as she began to pull the little girl away. Jager gave a half-hearted wave, to which the little girl replied in kind and then walked off with her mother. Jager pushed himself up against the wall again, and slapped himself across the face in an effort to stay awake.

The crowds were growing steadily, both in numbers and in volume as patrons wandered around in confusion. Out of the mass of body's came a young looking security guard from the hotel. At first the guard only had a passing glance, but after several feet he spun around and ran over to Jager. Of course Jager was not in uniform, the security guard knelt down and placed a hand on his blaster

"Hey Buddy... I am here to help you... don't try anything funny okay" he said calmly as he began examining Jager, who nodded lightly in agreement. Quickly the guard realized the extent of Jagers injuries and jumped onto his radio, calling for medical personal.

"Just stay with me until..." The guard said reassuringly as Jager started to black out.


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Jager awoke in a brightly lit room, lying on a bed. slowly he raised his right hand to see if it had been repaired... it hadn't, instead it was bandaged up. After several minutes of he slowly sat up and looked around, He was in an hotel room, but by the looks of things it had been converted into a medical bay. Around him sat several other injured people. Jager didn't spent alot of time dwelling on how he got here, or what had happened. Slowly moved to the edge of the bed, then after quickly composing himself, moved towards the door.

The corridor was darkly lit, unlike the bedroom. Lethargically he made his way down the corridor, only getting a few steps before he felt a blaster pressed against his head.

"Move, and I'll kill you" a male voice stated quietly.

Slowly Jager turned around and raised his hands, it was a hotel security guard... The corridor was full of them.

"Get back in that room... I don't want any trouble" The guard said, staring coldly at Jager.

Quickly he moved back into the room and sat down. One of his fellow patients rolled over to face him.

"Some night eh..." he started, Jager smirked and nodded quietly

"You try and make it out with Saeth?, or did you just give up?" the patient asked. Jager just sat there staring blankly at him.

"I went with Saeth.. that two timing rat, about thirty of us showed up... he took three. Shot a few guys to show he wasnt screwing around, then burnt sky." the patient finished, giving a sigh.

"How... did you end up in here?" Jager quipped

"Overzealous security guard..." the patient said, pointing to the large bruises on his arms and black eye. "They are holding the rest on this floor until they can get us shipped off this rock" the patient paused slightly "So, what happened to you?"

Jager looked down at his right hand "I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time... and things just seem to keep getting worse"

The patient fell back on his bed and laughed "I know the feeling brother....", Jager soon followed, resting his head in his left hand and laughing quietly.

The sudden the door opened, the security guard that told Jager to get back in the room stepped in and quickly looked around.

"Uh... Luth, Jager?" he asked, Jager looked over at him and gave a half-assed wave. "Up, your leaving"

Slowly Jager got to his feet and walked to the door. The patient he was talking to sat back up

"See you around, take care" he said waving. Jager gave him a nod and walked into the corridor. Infront of him stood Kami, looking quite rested and relaxed.

"...Welcome back" she said eyeing him up and down, "I was going to say you missed one hell of a party.. but it looks like you had a little fun yourself"

Jager paused, "If its all the same to you Sergeant... I'd like to leave"

Kami nodded and the two began to walk towards the elevators, stepping inside Kami turned to Jager

"Well... at least your alive"

Jager nodded "Thats one way to look at it... i guess" he said as the elevator doors closed.

OOC:

..If there are any mistakes in this, be it spelling or general sentence structure.. tell me, i've been writing this over a period of two hours and havent the time to read it through again