Bankor

Dynos Val stood over the cooling corpses of the Resistance. He frowned, “Man, I expected better… well not really. But come on, at least one of you? Well a job is a job. Gotta keep the boss happy, and really shoot first? Come on L-dog that isn’t Jedi.”

He casually executed another crawling member, “I am so disappointed in her. Bae-Baesal, boring… maybe I should cut off another limb, mail it to Moyr. Be like this bistro costs an arm and a leg, so at least we get half a meal?”

He looked at Lelia, “Hey that’s funny! You should laugh at that.”

Lelia clutched what was left of her right arm, “What the kriff? Who are you…” The Jedi had gotten her into a mess way over her head… who was this guy?

“Man zeltron… just not doing it for me. But that is fine, this is business. I know this seems super serious but don’t worry you will be fine,” Dynos replied.

“Tell me the codes to the Republic base!” he glared.

“Wait what, what codes?” she hissed through the pain.

Dynos laughed, “I have no idea, I just wanted to say that.”

He reached out with the Force and choked her lifting her off the ground until there was a satisfying crack and then he dropped her. He spoke into his ear piece, “It’s done, no more surprises from the Jedi.”

He started walking back to his speeder as Lelia’s ship exploded into a fiery ball of twisted metal.

“Cool guys don’t look at explosions,” he whistled.

/scene