Behind the Back (Mayhem and I)

[Storm]

Unassa's ship was new. He'd managed to gain control of a larger ship in the Hutt arsenal from his father, which was big enough to have a hangar which could fit in a visiting ship if wanted. With hangar doors requiring voice activation codes and blaster turrets in the hangar to dispel unwanted visitors did they get past that, as well as all the other specifications... It was quite the business. Today's visitor, however, was wanted, and Unassa wouldn't be getting a chance to try out the defence capabilities if he wanted to go through with his plan. The man he was meeting today was a criminal in charge of a group very much like Unassa's father was; was Unassa to join this man's group, and add this very large, very nice ship to boot, his father would be angry. Which was why he wasn't consulted about this. Did Unassa feel bad about this? Perhaps. But perhaps, in time, his father would come to terms with it, and be happy with the choice Unassa had made.

Perhaps.

The ship had been cleaned in preparation for the visitor's arrival, and Unassa was the only man on the ship. There must be no witnesses to go to his father and betray him. Somehow, when Unassa's visitor saw what he had to offer, Unassa thought that the last person he'd run and tell would be Venator Furtificus, Supreme Commander of the Hutt forces. Unassa permitted himself a small smile; it was well planned out, even if he did say so himself. A very private meeting between himself and this very powerful man. Unassa was quite excited, really. The stars wheeled in a panoramic view from the viewport of the ship's command deck. It wasn't one of the very large ships of the Hutts, but it was big enough, and it was Unassa's. When he defected, he hoped that the man he'd be meeting very shortly would be kind enough to let him have it. It was, after all, so nice, and without Unassa he wouldn't have been able to get hold of it.

Ironic.

Unassa frowned; the radar was picking something up. Was it him? Perhaps. Yes, Unassa felt sure it was.

"Voice activation code RBR-364." The hangar doors slid open.

"Welcome!" Unassa messaged across the gulf of space. "I'm excited about today's meeting."

 

[Trakon]

Azar Bazaar was flying his ship, The Engagement, a freighter with two smal turrets and four missle pods. But much like Unassa, he wouldn't have to use any of them.

"Welcome!" A voice that belonged to Unassa said. "I'm excited about today's meeting."

"As am I, my friend." Azar said in return. He saw the ship that Unassa brought a smiled. He had made a good friend. "Landing in process." After Azar landed properly he unstrapped himself and brought his lightsaber. You never knnow when you would need one. He hid it in the leather jacket he wore. The hangar doors closed, sealing his ship inside. Azar left The Engagement and strode outside to meet his host.

((I'm changing his first name to Azar, it's too complicated to be Mauyhem.))

 

[Storm]

"Voice activation code RBR-364."
The hangar doors slid shut again, magnetically locking. Unassa allowed himself a small smile. The bait had been taken; it had been a success. "Voice activation code RBR-365 and RBR-366." There was another clang as the doors allowing access to the main ship clanged shut again, and blasters emerged from the roof of the hangar. So he would get a chance to use them, after all! They'd target the entrance way to the ship first, and destroy it in a matter of seconds without shields. No landed ship was shielded. Besides, the ship and man were trapped too. His father had, despite the knowledge of the man on board, been in full knowledge of this, and had indeed commissioned him. Unassa, of course, wouldn't fail his father of all people. He was a professional, and his job would be completed to the best of his ability. That much, Unassa was sure, his father had known when he'd ordered the death. Unassa contemplated just what was going through Azar's head at this moment.

Rage? Anger? Fear?

Perhaps all three. Perhaps it was time to tell his client just what was going on. Unassa's voice lost the appealing, subservient tone, and instead embraced a mocking one. There was no way out the hangar with a ship that size without the voice activation codes. "Welcome, Mr. Azar, to my ship. Unfortunately, you've decided to begin expanding a criminal group of yours. Now, the Hutt Empire don't like this. The Raider's Coalition don't like this. And, most importantly of all, my father doesn't like this. Very soon, people will start noticing the disappearances, the destruction of groups, and they will disband theirs and instead join the Raider's Coalition or, more preferably, the Hutt Empire. Your group is one of those scheduled for demolition." Unassa paused, with a smile; this was an effect his father had taught him. Let the victim learn what was to come, let the small emotions of what was like a caged animal run through them. Then they might be more willing to negotiate. "You are trapped." Unassa said, more softly now. "There is no way out. The blasters are engaged."

There was that pause once again.

Unassa laughed, enjoying the feeling of power as he dominated the little man in the hangar below. He had come here so proud, so confident, so believing in the knowledge that he would be getting a big fish. Had he not the intelligence never to visit another man's ship, especially one as powerful as this? Foolish man. He deserved, then, what was coming to him. "If you move, you will be killed." Unassa said, allowing the victim to enjoy a brief moment of hope. If he chose to dash it, he'd be all the more crushed. "Without moving, if you wish to say anything now that you feel will redeem or save your life, you may do so."

Unassa laughed.

"Or you can die."

 

[Trakon]

"I'll let you live if you disengage the blasters now." Azar had guessed something like this might happen, considering who he was meeting and who his father was as well. He was mustering the Force knowing what might come next.

((You're cold man. Very cold. :) ))

 

[Storm]

((Nothing personal.))

Unassa laughed. "You are making the threats?" He laughed. Even if this man was Force sensitive he couldn't defend against all the blasters, and especially not if he tried to destroy them. It was physically impossible. "You've just pissed off the wrong guy. It's been nice doing business with you." As one, over a hundred blasters swivelled round and aimed at Azar, firing down in an arc at him and in a perimeter around his body. Hutt technology had advanced considerably, and the guns would follow his heat signature. The man was as good as dead, and Unassa had succeeded. He swivelled round to the monitor, to watch the show.

All he needed now was a snack.

 

[Trakon]

Azar did several things.

First he drew his lightsaber and deflected the first few blasts back with one hand.

Second he drew a EMP device from inside his coat, and thanks to his previous modding of his lightsaber, it would only effect the other electronics in the hangar. He pressed the button to activate it, while deflecting several more blasts.

Finally he gave into his anger, summoning enough for a Force blast to push the doors to the bridge out of the way.

He also jumped up to dodge the last blasts from the now deactivated turrets but was hit through and through in his strong left arm. Right through the now closing blast doors. Azar stood and realized that his main sword arm was now just a piece of meat unable to move. He would get revenge for that soon.

((Alright edit/delete posts and I'll let ya kill me.))

 

[Storm]

Unassa was shocked; how the hell had the man not died? It did not matter. Despite his insanely surprising and, most likely, fluke of a survival, he was injured. Unassa was a trained professional, one of the best assassins the Hutt Empire had to offer. For this, however, he chose a heavier gun. A two handed blaster, any shot from this would punch it's way straight through the victim. It was illegal on several planets, and Unassa loved it. As he ran down to where the hangars were, having turned off the blasters, he faced his target. He stood still, and smiled. The man was injured. This would be the end. Once again, he laughed.

"So, Mr. Azar. Any final words?"

 

[Trakon]

"Revenge is a bitch. You and you family will get it, your father will be more dishonored than you and in whatever hell I am placed, I will laugh." Azar then swung towards Unassa with his lightsaber, a desperate attempt to die with honor.

 

[Storm]

Unassa laughed at the empty threats this man made. Was this an attempt to scare him? There was no way of knowing who had killed Azar, especially if Unassa placed false clues. The dead could not wreak revenge. There would be no revenge for Azar. As he desperately swung his lightsaber, Unassa stepped back and fired, once, twice, thrice and four times before he waited to see the result.

His job would, in all likelihood, be done here.

((OOC: Once again, sorry. Nothing personal.))

 

[Trakon]

Azar was hit with all the blasts. They went through him and he began to bled. Within seconds he died his eyes wide open.

((It's no prob, no one would work with him much.))