7 Nal Raka Criminal Empire II (1/2)

The people on the ground were two groups. One group was arming themselves with weaponry, while another group was trying to store as much artillery and contraband into the transports they had available. They were planning on running for it.

Flying low Panaka and Valad opened fire on the men and women who were coming out with blasters blazing. Colorful bolts of light narrowly missing on all sides, the fighters swayed side to side and continued to fire unimpeded.

”We can't let them get away!” Panaka shouted as he reared off, flying higher into the air.

Watching as his wingman and supposed superior had pulled up and began to fire bombs down towards the transports. Valad would fire a handful of torpedoes into the ground amidst the masses of armed thugs.

Body parts few everywhere, bits and pieces landing on his hull as he spun around for another run.

”Shit, shit shit!” One of the Weequay footmen growled and cursed as he was crawling along the ground towards a nearby warehouse. He was missing a leg, his blaster was overheated. He was going to die.

Standing up and opening the canopy, Valad drew a pistol from the holster next to his seat and began firing at the Weequay. The first few shots missed until he began to use the force to focus on his prey. A seconds later, as a bolt singed a strand of his short hair,he tugged the trigger.

”N–” A bolt scorched the Weequay's brain, silencing and stopping him on the spot.

”R2, circle the encampment. If those transports start taking off, shoot them down.” Valad ordered and hopped out of the open cockpit, allowing the Canopy to close and watched the fighter take off without him.

With just a pistol, he started making his way towards the men and women who lay scattered about the base as if the place had been massacred.

He picked up a E-Web Blaster which was of crude quality, he started tossing these weapons into his inventory. Within minutes he had cleared most of the corpses of usable weapons and then opened the shop. He had enough money to buy quite a few blaster rifles, but he chose one which would stand out.

Purchasing the F-11D blaster rifle, he would load it with a cartridge and prime it. This was a weapon from an alternate timeline created by Disney. He mostly preferred the Legends, it was what he was used to and what he had always known. However he did enjoy the looks of the new technologies the First Order had, but disliked their changes to the Imperial Uniform.

With pistol in one hand and rifle in the other, he collapsed the stock of the rifle and began to walk towards the transport ships. Anyone who popped out, he would sense mere moments before they did due to his core force abilities.

A young looking woman came rolling out onto a knee and opened fire on him. He picked up a wall of bodies with the force and put them in the way, absorbing the shots.

”Going to have to try harder than–” Valad was cut off by the sudden thermal detonator which went off few meters away from him, which made him instinctively duck down.

From the distraction he dropped the bodies, but as she was taking aim, he shot her in the shoulders; firing both of his weapons in unison.

The girl was thrown back, and groaned in pain as the smell of burning flesh and ozone reached her nostrils; clearing away the shock. ”Son of a bitch…”

Walking towards the woman, he stood over her and stared. She was of Asian descendance from what he could see, had short light brown hair and dark chocolate eyes.

”…” Aiming his weapon towards her face, she blankly stared back at him with a grimacing expression. ”What are you waiting for?” She asked as she slowly began to sit up.

Placing a foot on her chest, he pinned her back down to the ground, he then knelt down upon her. ”I can heal you if you want,” Valad stated with an obvious grin across his lips. The girl was wearing a tight vest, it appeared she had small breasts, but he couldn't actually tell. That wasn't the point though, she had a pleasant face and other than the scent of burnt flesh, she smelled rather nice.

”What are you getting at?” Her eyes flickered to the side slightly, as if notifying someone was behind him. There was actually two people watching from around a corner, ready to ambush him.

Increasing the pressure on her chest, she let out a light scream and she couldn't use her arms to get him off.

”Work for me. I'll take control of the Underworld in this sector. I'll need a secretary,” Valad put on a tough face, before turning on his heel and letting out a volley of bolts against the corner the two underworld soldiers were hiding behind.

”How the fuck did he notice us?” This man was armed with a bowcaster, a Wookie weapon.

Shaking his head slightly, ”Didn't you see him earlier?” The other man was wielding two ugly blaster pistols in either hand. ”This guy… He's a Jedi.”

The man with the bowcaster gulped hard. ”Just our luck… But since when did Jedi attack first?” Squinting skeptically, he listened to the silence which surrounded them except for the distant explosion from the sinking main body of their late bosses transport.