Lord Criosk, a member of a minor Brentaal House
stood nervously in the antechamber of his estate. He
had been pacing earlier, but had now grown tired of
it. He was a middle-aged man, well dressed, and has
a refined sense about him. After his recent problems
with the Rodian crimelord Enkido, he was careful not
to travel alone. However, he was forced to leave the
house this day. He had a meeting he just could no
longer postpone. He lowered his head towards his
wrist, examining his chronometer. "Where is that
mercenary?" he asked himself, growing impatient.
Racien Gord walked up to the Lord's house. "This had
better be worth my time," he muttered under his
breath. When he arrived at the door hit hit the
intercom. "I am here," was all he said.
Lord Criosk flicked his right index finger across
his nose, motioning to her servant droid. The droid
did not require a verbal command, and accessed the
control panel to open the secured blastdoor, which
was all that separated him from the outside world.
"Please," he began, "Come in."
Racien Gord walked thought the door. At first
glimpse the Lord looked to be just like any other
pompous fool Racien had done work for. Time would
tell this this one was any different. He walked up
to the lord and looked him up and down. "So I am
here. What do you need?" Racien then lit the half
smoked cigarra that was in his mouth and inhaled
"I need a bodyguard," Lord Criosk explained, "and
you come very highly regarded. I need to be escorted
to a meeting of the Brentaal Houses. I'll pay five
thousand if you get me there and back safely."
Hearing the tone in his voice Racien knew that this
man was very scared to leave his sanctuary here. He
has heard the quiver in his voice. Racien was not
that fond of being someones babysitter, but the
price was right and if he played his cards right he
might end up with a little extra, "Fine I'll do it.
One condition. If things get hairy we do it my way
... no highway option. We agree?"
"I leave myself in your good graces," Lord Criosk
explained, "Now please ... lead on. I don't want to
Racien had noticed a few passerby that looked a bit
suspicious, but none had tried anything so he kept
his cool. The Lord on the other hand did not look so
good. He jumped at every noise and was sweating a
lot. "You had better relax," he said to him quietly,
"you are making to much of a spectacle of yourself.
Just keep walking. We are almost there." Racien had
a feeling that this job was going to be more then he
Frout Zamin, a Barabel thug, stepped out of an
alleyway directly in their path. He snarled
menacingly as he looked at Lord Criosk, "Enkido says
'hello.'" Without warning he leveled his blaster
pistol at Criosk's chest and prepared to fire. Frout
steadied his blaster pistol's aim with Criosk's
chest, smiling. He squeezed back on the trigger
casually, unleashing a bolt of energy.
Lord Criosk groaned in pain as the blaster bolt tore
into his side, inflicting minor damage, but causing
tremendous pain. "Kill him!" he shouted to the
Racien aimed his blaster at Frout's head. "You
messed with the wrong man today," Racien pulled the
Frout growled as the blaster bolt impacted his
cranium. Thankfully, the scaly flesh that covered
his body was able to absorb most of the damage.
However, it would not sustain another blow.
Racien was a little shocked that the man did not
fall down dead.
Wounded, Lord Criosk took cover, cringing on the
ground. His left hand covered the blaster wound on
his side. He hoped he had chosen the right man for
Racien looked at the thing who had stepped out of
the alleyway. "I would tell you to give a message to
your boss ... but your not going to be alive long
enough to give it to him," Racien then aimed at the
mans head once again and fired.
The impact of the blaster bolt to Frout's head
caught him right between the eyes. The character met
a rather graphic end, falling to the ground
headless. The life was drained from his body almost
instantly, but that did not cause the leg to stop
twitching until several moments after the body hit
Racien leaned down and checked to see if the man had
any identification on him. He also holstered his
blaster and looked around to see if anyone saw this.
Lord Criosk emerged from hiding, still clutching his
wound. "You've saved me," he exclaimed, "Now, we
must get out of here before another attempt is
Racien nodded his head in agreement.