Enart Drez walked suavely into the Black Nebula Cantina. The Black Nebula wasn't a fancy place. Because of it's location, on the Outer Rim, the place was filled with undesirables. Not that that made Drez out of place. Holoscreens placed all around the joint played programs several months old. However, out here they were new and, never before seen by the locals. Drez did his best to saunter up to the bar. The task was rather difficult, considering the fact that the cantina was packed full of various beings. When Drez finally made it to the bar, he leaned onto the counter, and signaled the bartender.
"Can I help you?" asked the bartender, a human.
"Yes, I'm here for the sabbac game. Can you tell me where it is?"
The bartender pointed a chubby finger, "Back room."
Drez nodded, and slowly made his way over to the back room. It was large, nearly a third of the size of the actual cantina, circular, and well lit. In the middle of the room was a round sabbac table. It was surrounded by five chairs and the dealer droid, which was shut off. Only one seat was taken, by a Chiss. A large, square, metal box rested in the middle of the table. Drez was slightly unnerved by the Chiss's appearance. The being's blue skin an red eyes seemed to glow in the lighting of the room.
"Are, you Chasm, the smuggler?" Drez asked, trying to make his voice loud and authoritative.
The Chiss nodded. "I am Chasm, the elusive smuggler. And- now I'm going out on a limb here- I'm guessing you're Enart Drez the pirate captain. Am I correct in assuming this?"
"Yes. I've come for the package you're to give me. Where is it?" Drez said, switching to an intimidating tone.
"Right there. Six cartons of Corellian moonshine. As ordered." Chasm pointed to the box in the middle of the card table. Drez began reaching for it, when the Chiss held up a hand. "Stop right there, Enart Drez, pirate captain. No one touches their package till I'm paid."
Drez sighed, took out his datapad, and typed on it with a stylus. "There. I've paid you. Now I'll take this, and be on my way." Drez began reaching for the box again.
"Wait!" yelled Chasm. "Just hold on for a moment." Grudgingly, Drez took his hands back, clearly irritated.
"What now, smuggler? I have already paid you," snarled the pirate. Drez was a reasonable man, but only to an extent. If you pushed him too far, as this Chiss, Chasm, was about to, the pirate captain tended to explode in fury. And one did not want to cause that, or, for that matter, even be present when it happened.
"I'm just going to check if you really paid me. You'd be surprised how many cheap customers there are out here. It's amazing, really. And, a lowly smuggler such as myself, needs to be on his awares at all times. Otherwise, we don't get by. This isn't a high paying job you know." The muscles in Drez's neck tightened. He hated being lectured. Chasm saw the change and instantly pulled out his datapad and began tapping. "Ok, don't overreact, or do anything that you, I, or anyone else, here in the Black Nebula, would regret. I'm just going to check..." Chasm trailed off, and a shadow descended upon his face. "You're more than three hundred credits short on my payment."
Drez cackled loudly, and mercilessly. "Yes. Yes, indeed I am," the pirate sneered.
"Give me my payment, pirate, or else," Chasm growled softly.
Drez laughed even harder. "Or else? Ooh, I'm so scared-"
"You should be," muttered the Chiss. Under the table, Chasm's hand grasped a hard, metal handle.
The pirate ignored Chasm, and continued. "Ha! Or else! Or else what? What are you, a lowly smuggler, gonna do?"
"This," the Chiss snapped, and pulled out an E-11 heavy blaster
pistol. He leveled the barrel with the pirate's head and tightened his finger on the trigger. The cantina fell silent. "Now, I don't want to kill you, or even harm you. That doesn't make you a happy customer, and those are what I prefer. Also, I do not enjoy killing anyone, especially customers who haven't paid up, because a dead customer can't pay. So here's what you're going to do. You're going to take out that datapad of yours, and pay me the rest of my fee. If you don't, I'll kill you without hesitation, and sell your package instead. Is that clear?"
"No, it's not. And the reason it's not clear," boasted Drez, "is because that is not what is going to happen." Suddenly, it seemed as thought every being in the Black Nebula, including the bartender, had a gun. And they were all trained on Chasm. "As you can see, my poor Chasm, you are outnumbered. Now, I'll just take the package, and be on my way." Drez picked up the box gingerly, when a voice began to emit from it.
"DNA code recognized. Bomb will destruct in thirty seconds." chimed an automated, female voice.
"Now, as you can see," Chasm chuckled, "you've been out maneuvered. Good day, Enart Drez." And with that, the Chiss vanished into thin air.
In moments, the Black Nebula was utter chaos, as everyone ran for the two small exits. Beings were trampled in the mad rush, and soon there were few left inside the cantina. Drez, however, stared, stunned, at where Chasm had been, just moment before. Slowly, he walked over to the Chiss's chair, and looked down onto it. What he saw, explained why the Chiss's body had seem to glow. Resting in the durasteel chair was an advanced, military grade holoprojector.
"Frak," croaked the pirate, his throat suddenly dry. Then the bomb detonated, and Enart Drez was no more.
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Granzr Qort grinned, as he watched the Black Nebula explode, from his YT-1700 that hovered above the cantina.
"Another job well done," the hit man muttered to himself. Then, he raised his comm to his mouth and said, "It's done." He proceeded to switch off his comm and watch his datapad, as his employer transferred the due credits. Forty thousand, just as promised.
This should be a lesson to everyone, Granzr thought,
paying customers tend to live longer. Name: Granzr Qort
Homeworld: Unknown
Age: 47
Species: Human
Languages: Basic
Gender: Male
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 86 kgs
Physical Description: Granzr is and average sized human, who could be easily lost in a crowd. He is quite strong, but has lean, whipcord- like muscles, making it easy to pass him off as weak.
Personality: Granzr Qort is a very calculating, and precise human. It is unwise, and easy to underestimate him, for though he seems two steps behind, he is often ten steps ahead.
Background: Unknown.
