788. Raezyr and the Bored Room - Raezyr

The doors whooshed open briefly, admitting a large cloaked figure and the aura in the room changed when it did; even the musicians noticed it and stopped playing. All eyes swung to the imposing figure as it stood silently.

All about the room, beings stopped in the middle of what they were doing, be it dancing, or drinking or eating. Each suddenly had a bad feeling.

The room was dark, now silent as well, as the lights on the small, temporary stage flashed on the band and around the dance floor. Finally, a human male pushed a Twi'lek dancer off of his lap and stood. "This is a private party. I don't know how you got past the guards outside, but I suggest you leave before I have the security in here throw you out."

The figure raised his arm, revealing dark blue armor. With a slight gesture of his hand, each door in the room began to close.

The security guards didn't wait for orders once they saw the armor. Armor could only mean that the intruder was looking for trouble. Several beings of various species moved quickly toward the cloaked figure.  When they did, a bright red energy blade sprung from it's fist as if by magic.

"It's a Sith!" somebody in the room yelled.

When the lightsaber came to life, the room filled with chaos. Dancing girls were screaming, board members were shouting and running for cover while guards were trying to draw weapons and dying as the red blade flashed and hummed, deflecting energy bolts and slicing through body parts all the while beings were trying to hide or banging unsuccessfully on the locked doors.

After the guards were finished, the assassin didn't stop. He continued cutting down the party-goers, almost casually, as if he were going about a leisurely stroll through a park. Oddly, only one being failed to run. Instead, the red-skinned Twi'lekki dancer dropped to her knee. "My Lord, let me be your servant."

He held his left hand out to her, almost as if to help her up. Suddenly she clutched at her throat and began gasping for air, as her body rose from the ground, feet dangling inches above the floor. With a flick of his wrist, the girl flew across the room and crumpled to the floor, unmoving.

Within minutes the only beings still moving were the twelve board members and the Sith, and they cowered in a corner of the room, hiding behind a flipped over table as if it could afford them any protection from either the blood-red lightsaber or the dark side of the Force.

Finally, one man stood up, apparently ready to meet whatever fate was about to befall him. "My Lord, what is it that you want from us? What have we done to displease you?"

The figure deactivated his blade and clipped it to his belt, then pulled back his hood and removed his helm. The man beneath had pale skin with black hair, and was imposing even without the helmet. He tucked it under one arm. "My name is Darth Raezyr. One or more of you has had dealings in the past  with a pirate and smuggler; a female named Diana Kingsdoom. You will now tell me any and all information regarding your dealings with her."

The man who spoke looked confused. "Lord Raezyr... I've never heard of this woman."

Raezyr raised his hand toward the man and purple bolts of electricity shot forth, surrounding and consuming the man as he screamed in agony. What seemed an eternity to the eleven remaining board members passed slowly until their partner fell silent and the the electricity stopped. The charred husk of what was once their chairman fell to the floor.

"You have seen what happens to those who are of no use to me," Raezyr said.

Before he could finish, another board member, this time a Rodian, stood. "I have vague memory of this woman of whom you speak," he said in Huttese, "but I will speak of what I know."

Raezyr reached out with the Force searching for deception in his words. "When you met her, what did she look like?" he asked, leading the Rodian.

"Ah, it was, ah very hard to remember... medium height for..." the businessman stumbled, realizing he didn't even know what species this Kingsdoom female was.

And Raezyr sensed it. The blood red energy blade sprung to life and bisected the Rodian before he had time to through his hands up in a futile attempt at defense. The two halves slumped to the floor as the blade deactivated again. "Now you've seen what happens to those who attempt to lie to me. I promise you this: whomever is able to give me the information I desire shall be alive when this night is through."

The remaining board members looked back and forth at each other in terror, wondering, hoping someone might appease this monster before them.

Raezyr watched for a moment, his anger growing. This night was as useless as he had expected it to be. He had hoped that at least this might be a little fun, a little exercise, a little challenge, but even the security had been sub-par and easily defeated. Even that bit of excitement had escaped him.

Just when the Sith had decided to slag the rest of the useless vermin cowering before him, a pudgy, balding human stood up. "My Lord, I believe I may have dealt with her a few years ago, but I'm not entirely sure."

Raezyr could sense no deception in his words. "What was the nature of your dealings? Do not leave out a single detail."

The man began, shaking and nervous. "I never spoke to her face to face. It was only by voice transmission. I contracted her to pick up a small shipment of undeclared weapons and transport them to Carida. She completed the job and was paid. I never had reason to contact her again," the man said, nearly ready to pass out from fear. "That's all I know, I swear."

"I have to verify this." Raezyr said, stepping toward the man. He reached out and placed his palm on the man's skull, gripping it tightly with his fingers. "Open your mind to me and this will be easier on you."

"Yes, Lord Raezyr."

Raezyr poured dark side energy into the man, delving through his mind, tearing through his memory as a burglar might trash a domicile, quickly looking for the valuable items. The man screamed in agony, his eyes rolling back into his head and the veins on his face and skull bulging as his blood pressure soared. Finally Raezyr pulled his hand away and the man crumpled to the floor unconscious, but still alive.

In the next moment, Raezyr danced through the rest of the board members, his lightsaber separating heads from bodies. Shutting the blade down he clipped it to his belt, then slowly replaced the helmet he had been holding casually the entire time.

Turning on his heel, he walked toward the exit where HK-51 awaited on the other side. Stopping before the door, he turned his head slowly and spoke to the red-skinned Twi'lekki dancer. "Come here."

Slowly she pulled herself off the floor from where she had been pretending to be unconscious. Limping, she crossed to the Sith Warrior. "My Lord," she said submissively, bowing her head when she arrived before him, "why did you allow me to live?"

"I do not casually dispense of tools which may be of use to me," Raezyr replied. "As long as you serve me and my brother well, you will continue to live. Now be silent and follow me."

When the doors opened, HK-51 was standing there. "Master, I sense an organic yet lives in that room beside the one you apparently spared. Is it not a concern that you may be recognized?"

Darth Raezyr strode past the droid, and new servant following in his wake. "No, Huck, it's not. I'm confident he won't tell anyone about me when he wakes."

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The medic rolled the pudgy, balding man onto his back and used the med scanner. "Sir! This one is still alive!" he called as the man groaned.

A NarShaddaa Security Force Officer ran over. "Sir... Can you tell me what happened here? Who are you? How did you survive?"

The medic continued to scan the lone survivor as other medics and Security Force members continued to search the carnage. The survivor opened his eyes, but it was a blank expression on his face. There was no indication that he had heard anything or that he even recognized his surroundings.

"Officer... I don't know what to tell you," the medic began, looking at his readings."But this man's brain activity is almost non-existent."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"His brain is nearly dead, but he's still alive... if you want to call being a vegetable 'living.'"