OK, so this is kinda part two of Ep 4
bit of a cliff hanger, but don't worry, next one will be posted soon
Upon stepping into The Moon Pool, a club on the floating city of Crystal Reef, Azdarn starts to look around for old contacts from his time in the Hutt's organization. He spots Warren and Alex ,who entered at different times to avoid being identified as a group. Warren nods from a booth covering two of the side doors, and Alex winks from a table covering the main door. Azdarn sits at the bar to order a drink, one that won't fog his mind.
When the bartender comes over, he starts to speak, probably to ask for an order, but recognizes Azdarn instantly.
"Why, if it isn't my old friend Raz'dar'naph. What can I get you?"
"Hey Dimja. Nice to see you. Can I get an iced caf?"
"Sure, on the house. Anything else?"
"Yes, looking for someone from Hitstal's crew."
Dimja rubs his chin.
"Yea, one of them is over by the window. Shifty looking one in a red jacket."
"Thanks."
Azdarn picks up his glass and walks to the window, and Dimja calls after him,
"Don't make a mess, Okay? Or at least don't make it a big one."
"I'll try."
He sits at the table with the man in the red jacket,
"Hello."
The man spills his drink once he sees Azdarn's blue skin and red eyes.
"Who...who are..you?"
"Name's Azdarn. I'm looking for Mariana."
"Thought it was you. They said you were coming. They also locked her up here, wanted me to tell ya if ya come back, she can stay with you."
"Or I could just take her."
"Oh yea, you against Hitstal's enforcers?"
"Me....and these kind people."
Alex and Warren sit on either the now terrified man.
"Hi, I'm Alex."
"And I am Warren. Seems you have one of Azdarn's friends."
"Yea, we do. And who are you?"
"Well, I am the captain of a ship called the Aries, and this is my hand to hand combat and small arms expert."
The poor sniffing man slides off his chair with that, then waves an arm in the air. Azdarn yells "Down!" as the area gets pelted by a rain of blaster fire. All three reach in their coats and pulls out weapons, Warren with a MP5, Alex with two P90s, and Azdarn with a blaster rifle. While the crew members exchange fire with what seems to be the rest of the club, they try to come up with was to get out here. Warren slides out from behind a table, fires a few rounds, and goes back into hiding to reload.
"Could take out that big window and jump for it."
"No, have to fight our way out..."
[okay, so I know this is short, it I have a lot of stuff going and I kinda got stuck as to what happens next. This seemed like a decent stoping point, so...now it is. Sorry, more soon.]
Thx scarecrow