The hyperspace jump was a hard one the rickety shuttle shuddered under the engines strain.
Touching down in the Nar'Shadda dock the engine gave way steam rolled out from the seems in the sheet metal holding it together.
Drexhel got out as quick as possible as the last man climbed down the plating gave way collapsing inward on itself.
Exhaling deeply in relief checking the address of his uncle on the local listings before he departed the dock.
Many a shady character looked him up and down watching him as he walked, ignoring them and there low chatter he walked on.
Nar'Shadda had not changed a bit in the time he was gone still as seedy and run down as always, seemed to smell to.
Passing through area after area there seemed to be no residence pointing to Umar Helbans location.
Deciding he had time to spare the thought of a good bar crossed his mind one with bright lights and noise, can't be hard to find.
Sure enough the next corner revealed the heavily spotlighted entrance to a grubby looking bar, colorful and noisy as intended.
Entering was easy keeping his head down was another thing all together.

"You yeah you what you looking at" came the gruff voice of a bothan.

"A real ugly piece of work" Drexhel smiled

The bothan stood, as he did Drex was quick to pull his pistol striking the butt off the side of the bothans head.
The thing fell unconscious, Drex shoved it with his foot before moving on to the bar.

"What you want" The bar keep grunted.

"Info, if you don mind" Said Drexhel as he leaned on the bar.

"Depends what it is and what your willing to pay" the bar keep leaned in closer.

"I'm looking for a man by the name of Umar Helban and my pistol ammo doesn't cost much so I'm willing to replace it" Drex watched intensely.

"No trouble, Helban is upstairs wont leave i hide him he pays second room on the right" the bar keep nodded.

Drexhel pushed away from the bar walking on he kept an eye on the bar keep he knew this wasn't going to be that easy.
Sure enough a few lightly armed guards followed his path through the crowd, he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Proceeding up the stairs he could here the clunk of boots following him some quiet grunting to trap em.
As he turned the corner at the top of the he pressed against the wall beside the stairs, listening to the steps get louder.
Waiting for the shadow just a glimpse of something threatening is all i took just a few swings away from death.
There it was the shadow one.. two ... three swinging the sword round the corridor the jaw of the first guard flew into the air.
The other two carrying E-11's startled at the jet of blood spattered across there faces Drexhel frowned what was he doing.
His boot was the next thing to be raised, strait into the face of the second guard as he tumbled down the steps.
The last had composed himself by now lining up for a shot Drexhel struck the blaster from his hands The man crouched whimpering.
Grabbing him by the collar lifting him to his feet "look at me" Drex growled" the man did the look in his eyes, A look of fear.
I'm not doing this "run before you get hurt" He growled once more pushing him down the steps, he turned in search of the door.
Second the right here it was his apparent last remaining family.

Opening the door he ducked for cover as a blaster bolt came flying towards him the voice shouted "who are you, who sent you"

"You did" Drex called back.

"Drex?, Drex helban?".

"Thats me, Your Umar?".

"My apologies come on in, took your time my nephew" Umar sat there smiling.

"So your my apparent uncle, you said there was urgent business?" Drexhel inquired.

"Thats me and strait to the point i like that we can catch up a little later".
"You look like your father, same growling face like father like son your grandfather was the same" Umar sat visually scanning Drex.

"Whats that got to do with anyhing" Snapped Drex.

Umar smiled "everything actualy, your grandfather left a large sum of credits to your father by default thats now yours".
"But there s a catch the gang the Boieel Attacked your family it is no coincidence they asked for credits that day".
"They'll know your here by now they'll target you to steal that inheritance you take them out its yours to collect on Naboo".
"I can tell you where to find them, they're based here on Nar'Shadda here take this holopad it contains the info" Umar nodded.

Through gritted teeth Drex only said "goodbye" before he walked out of the room.

The rage built to unstable levels causing his head to throb his revenge sat in his hands here now and today.
Never had he felt like this not even the day his father was taken, tearing down he steps his hand clenched so hard his nails drew blood from his palm.
The thought kill only registered over and over in his head caring nothing for the credits only his murderous mission.
There base would swim with blood and torn flesh by dawn this was his promise to himself.

The closed minded young soldier stood in he ally-way leading to the Boimeeth base.
Killing a few to get here was now considered necessary, this was the day he avenged his father.
Wind gushing down the narrow passage that would have normally chilled him, to focused to care.
No more hesitation he started his slow walk down the dump site of a back passage.
The door should be around here somewhere banging his sword off the wall as he walked.
A hollow clunk showed him what he was after but if anyone was near they'd have heard it.
That and the fact he had no idea how to open it from this end he examined it closely it beeped.
Drex spun to the wall covering it sword still drawn he waited it seemed to take forever to unlock.
It slowly slid upwards a single man patrol stepped out Drexhel seized the opportunity.
Swinging his sword splitting the guards cranium the blood oozed and trickled down his head.
The now ground crumpled guard lay dead on the floor, he took a key card from the person.


The walls along the first corridor where dirty and the metal works where rust covered.
It was hard to think that a Profitable gang would reside within a place like this.
The walk was daunting and slow digging at his personal moral, becoming vastly aware he was alone.
Little to late now of course there wasn't an audible person in the place this may have bein.
The pipes creaked and the footsteps he mad echoed down a further darkening hallway.
A sudden thud across Drexhel's skull all went dark falling to the ground unconscious.

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Drexhel awoke some time later in a dull lit room attempting to move but failing.
He was securely strapped to large rotting dura-steel table completely unable to move.
The shutters open and the cracks of light peered into the room Drex is surrounded by Boimeeth.
They laughed menacingly at the helpless young man, his weapons lay in a pile on the floor.
His armor in a heap beside it.

"The last survivor from our little event, only survivor ever from our endeavours" the grim man smirked.
"Today we correct this little error, YOU'LL BEG FOR DEATH BY THE END OF THIS" the raider party cheered.

"So you think i might be out numbered and tied but we'll see who laughers last" Drexhel squirmed a little.

A large Gamorian slammed a hammer down on his shoulder Drehel let out a scream as it poped out of the socket.
The second strike on his hand making dust of the bones.

"I dont think your going anywhere so i have a little story for you"
"You'v met Umar im sure he sent you here he set this up, going after this inheritance".
"He hired us and promised a quarter of the profit to our cause you see Umar is the cause of your misfortune".
"Your no more than the last loose end"

Drexhels rage and adreniline combined could only explain his actions as he broke free of his restraint.
Diving for his weapons on the ground the first to come to hand was the one he needed the BP-02 Pup
In a random outburst of pulling the trigger launching grenades around the room.
It was the least pretty site as the majority of the men in that room now formed the mesh of parts on the floor.
Scrambling to his feet soaked in the blood of the Boimeeth party, the leader of this little escapade was gone.
A dislocated shoulder and a crushed hand the only new thing was the vibro-knuckle coming away from the skin.
He yanked it off with his good hand and threw it aside his chest heaving with rage, they where to close.
Roughly shoving on his armor he started a full sprint out the door, wet foot steps along the coridor two sets.
Running down the endless hallway of what seemed toe the sewer, a glimps of the gamorian ahead he readyed.
Trying to hold the DT-57 steady to get his shot he opened fire a few strike the Gammorian.
The heafty creature collapses just in time to catch the leader escaping up the sewer hatch.


He persued as quick as his fading half corps would carry him, up the ladder with great difficulty.
As soon as he surfaced the leader pounced with no oher than Drexhel's Sat'Skar, He rolled.
A failed attempt to fire his DT damn it he'd waisted his clip on the Gammorian.
To fight a man with a sword when you have only one working arm is sure to be a task of testing.
Another swing aimed at Drexhels face evaded with a dive, fear had struck him, moment of death.
Crawling backwards across the street on a Nar'Shadda district not how he planed it at all.
The vicios leader pounced plunging the swords into his already dislcated shoulder.
Twisting the blade watching Drex squirm, but one final act to try he swung his leg to sweep his tormenter.
Down crashing came the leader, the Sat'Skar landing next to Drexhels hand, he took up his sword.
The man, Drex's target on his knees before him a swing to take off his arm is delt the words came to mind.

"I am still the solo survivor of your attacks, there for you die in vein"
"May the underworld hold your soul for eternity as i know it holds mine"

Probably the blood lose from his wounds that caused him to be deliriose, but the raider accepted defeat.
Drexhel ran the Sat'Skar through the mans face and let him fall to the cold hard, grit covered floor.
A feeling of satisfaction came to mind but his old uncle Umar was next in line.

Drexel awoke with a jolt to sitting upright, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, rage took him once again as he leapt from his low metal framed bed. His eyes darted around the room, a small steel hut big enough to accommodate a over car and swoop bike side by side comfortably. The anger he had quickly turned to livid as he swung his fists at the walls and threw the few items of furniture around he screamed at the top of his lungs only stopping to take breaths. A small woman watched Drex from the doorway to her his actions where thos of a mad man she entered the room slowly to confront the lunacy of Drexhel.

“Calm yourself, slowly take some deep breaths” she used a reassuring tone, it worked to an extent.

Drex took the deep breaths leering at the woman, she must have measured no more that four and a half feet as well as being stick thin.

“I am Doctor Ashell, I work with the psychiatric needs of the Tadeth population” she paused for a brief second “I've noticed you around my area of work and I think I could be of help to you”.

Drex spat at the floor “Av nae needs fur yer heed tricks”. It occurred to Drexhel that he'd spoken in the accent of his early youth this only ever happened during periods of great stress of anger. Dr.Ashell blinked before continuing.

“I beg to differ, your showing all to many signs that you need help my young friend” again she stopped mid speech this time a look of trickery spread across her face. “The medical staff here in this slum hospice have your personal affects but  I will not have them released to you until you agree to at least one session on your return to Tadeth” she smirked as if she knew she'd won.

He grudgingly nodded and Ashell's smile broadened, handing him a card with some details printed in colourful ink she turned on heel and left the hut. A few minutes later a feeble, scared looking young medic entered carrying a footlocker,  quickly he dropped it keeping his eyes on the ground he fled. Drex wasted no time in pulling open the locker to find his possessions, he tipped the locker over so the items where strewn across the floor then like a hungry dog launched for his armor.
As he placed the last weapon in its holster he noticed his right hand had been cased in some kind of flexible plastic leaving no sense of touch within it, he did not care for this new addition to his features but it as on the bottom of his list of prioritise.

His mind once again landed on the ever so close escape of Umar but Drex knew where he was going and that's where Drexhel would follow. Naboo this was his single thought or now as he made a vengeance fuelled run for the space port, with Umars blood as his target and hopefully finding a measure of peace in all of the chaos.

He reached the port breathing deeply with malice in his eyes a docking manager approached him with a mocking tone.

“Your not going to fall down and cry are you?”. 

Drex turned and made a line for the man. “Naw you are!” Drex head butted the manager to the ground then stood over him landing blow after blow into the man's face. After his head bounced between Drexhels fist and the hard ground below him for the last time the enraged Drexhel stood strait leaving the man or death. He walked with purpose towards the boarding manager, credits passed hands and He boarded with no wasted time. He now sat withdrawn to his own thoughts,mostly of what he would do when his fist was not used against an insolent man but instead on Umar, he closed his eyes and laid back in his seat getting a last bit of wilful sleep before his next battle.

The sun set a warm orange glow over the horizon of the farmland leaving the brutish shadows and silhouettes of at least twelve Boimeeth gang members roaming the old fields. So long had it been  since this place was used to grow crops and provide the happy memories Drex Helban revisited in his times alone. Corpses of many kinds of local wild life littered  the grounds, probably slaughtered by the gang that now resided there, a few tents pitched up and large pile of kindling that would no doubt provide the night time fire. They had no incline of the hell Drex planned to unleash as he was perched behind an old fence falling apart with wood rot. Loading up the weapons on his person he knew this would not be an easy victory and it stuck with him that he would sustain many an injury more during the last stretch of this day, but what stuck with him more was the reason he was doing all this. Umar Helban was some where in this area Drex could feel it, with a burning passion in his heart he knew his life would not end this day not until many of his goals where over and done with.

One last click sounded from his DT-57 as he finished his preparations all that was needed was a sound strategy for taking out twelve heavily armed men. That sounded easier in Drexhels head, there was no sound option for what he was about to do, only an advantage of training and surprise. He took one last look at the group of adversaries just a short while away, they where spread thin so a grenade assault was not an option, they where heavily armed A-280's from the looks of it so a direct charge was out of the question his best option was to cover and move. A faint clicking sound echoed in the distance as one of the men began sparking the fire Drexhel saw has shot as five more gathered round expecting warmth on this growing colder night, He would give them so much more than warmth, he would give them an abyss of flame. The fire roared into the air and the six gang mates grouped round the naked flame, Drexhel sat eyeing them over the sight of his BP-02 grenade launcher he rested it upon the withered fencing with hope that it would steady, his shot had to be true and this would steady it just enough.

The feeling in the pit of his stomach told him to pull the trigger, as he did all seemed to slow down. As the grenade flew through the air, the men on the farm spun to the sight of the blunt propulsion and the grenade landing in the camping flames sending embers and shrapnel in all directions made a vision of war as the high pitched scream that only came from a frantic burning man. A chorus of “over there” cut Drexhels vision of glee short as the six remaining men made way towards him with rifles pointed and triggers squeezed. The sky had begun to darken by now, the red lights that flew overhead as Drex fell backwards for cover looked enchanting, He rolled desperately towards something more solid as the fence splintered in chunks past his head, coming to the remnants of a metal waste cannister he drew his back up the hight of it. He'd dropped his BP-02 when he fell back leaving him with nothing but his DT-57 blaster pistol, he drew his remaining defence and took aim over the canister. The fire coming at him was far to intense to keep a clear aim this was obviously their tactic as they made no attempt to take cover.

A fire fight in these conditions would be a fools errand, Drexhel knew this and made a crouched run along the outskirts of the farm looking for solid cover to make moves between and infiltrate there defensive circle.
There was none, Drexhel took a dive and landed behind an animals water barrel,he would make his stand from here. Drex took aim and begun firing at will with panic, some shots landing in minor places but nothing  that landed a kill. Their bolts where rapidly peeling away at the barrel Drex sat behind and his clip was empty, he felt his will to keep this going was draining then a thought came to him he sprung up and sprinted towards the tents where the corpses of the first few charred corpses lay. He stopped and skidded across the worn out grass and laid his hand on one of the A-280's left by the dead, rolling on to his front he lined up his sight and began spraying, three of the advancing gang members fell quickly the rest made an attempt to run.

Drexhel stood up with a renewed sense of purpose, strolling out into the field with a half clip in his new rifle, the remaining men had given up there assault. The Boimeeth where the last thing on his mind as he knew Umar was left alone inside the farm home, Drexhel turned to face the run down place and made a start forward.

To his surprise his late childhood home was still intact, enough so that the door remained a solid obstruction. Drex raised his knee to his chest and in one motion kicked the wooden door through, breaching the door was a little to easy as Drexhel stumbled inside,once he'd regained footing he began shouting.

“Umar, Umar, I know your here!” once again Drex looked deranged with his hands set as if he where in a quick draw duel and his neck bolt strait giving him the appearance of having a steel rod for a spine.

The voice he'd chased across space and land rang from the upper floor.
“Drex, is that you? How did you pass thos awful gang men, I'm happy I'm not the last Helban after all!”.

His voice was hollow and simpering, Drex knew there was only false words coming from his mouth,he threw the holopad from Umars apartment on the floor by the steps, Umars voice once again rang from it.

“Ah, well I see no need to continue this charade” his thumping boots echoed through the entire home, when he came into sight  Drex reached for his DT and pulled the trigger. It gave of a slight ching before Umar launched himself upon Drex who had forgotten to reload his pistol before coming in. They rolled around in a struggle for a dominant position, Umar was strong for an old man, enough to pin Drexhel to the floor. He struck Drex over and over until he fell limp. Umar stood taking Drexhel DT-57 with him, all of the young man's will drained and his vision blurred he'd come so far to be beaten so easily. He could make out Umar fumbling around his person no doubt looking for a clip to finish the deed, Drex tried to push himself up he shook under his own weight but managed to sit upright. He'd almost died here before he thought it fitting that it would end here as well. Umar found his clip but dropped it hope once more light up Drexhels face as he dove for the clip Umar to launched for it landing on top of Drex who threw the clip across the room. His hand came across an old plank of wood he grabbed it and swung it into the side of Umars face,in the moment of distraction Drex snatched the DT-57 and lurched for the clip, rolling to his back he slammed the clip in. Both men stood with a five foot distance between them and Drex pointing a loaded gun at Umars head, his uncles face fell to one of sorrow and fear.

“Well Drex my boy you've won, take your shot” he grimaced and closed his eyes then dropped to his knees.

The look on his face triggered Drexhels memory to last time he saw his father alive Umar had that same look of fear on his face, a sudden guilt stopped Drex pulling the trigger.

“Leave and disappear Umar, one day I will come looking again and I will finish this, but not here and not today”.

Umar stood and walked for the door he stopped and looked back to Drex with an almost thankful expression
“When you do come looking, look no further than the pit”.

With that Umar fled the scene, Drex took a few moments remembering the good and bad times he'd had while in this old place before he to took his leave.

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