Continued from here
I leave 500 Republica building and begin to make my way back to the base. I am agitated and can’t figure out why. I guess it is due to the number of devises we found in Jardina’s apartment. I am almost positive what I will find when I examine the devises once I am back on base. Why would anyone place that many ‘bugs”? I don’t get it. And all the same type.
I drop the bag I am carrying and bend down to pick it up. As I had suspected I have picked up a tail. I am being followed by a Bothan. For a sneaky race, this one sticks out a bit here on Coruscant.
I continue on and make my way to the financial district. Once there I glance around and then head down one of the back streets. I find a trash container and dump the bag of Jardia’s “bug” laden clothing. I then break in to a run and get out of there fast.
A few moments the Bothan approaches the dumpster, glances abound, then goes to retrieves the bag. I watch from a ledge about 20 feet above. When his arm reaches in, I leap down on the dumpster’s lid. There is a sickening crack from the Bothan's arm. Before he can yelp in pain, I kick him in the face and knock him out.
I quickly activate the electronic dampener that Jardina added to my com-link, strip any weapons and devises he has on him. I do a quick electronic sweep to make sure he does not have a tracking devise on him. I then move the dumpster so I can’t be seen from the street.
While I wait for the Bothan to come to, the anger I felt earlier is turning to curiosity. Other then sparing this is the first sentient I have ever fought. All my battles to date have been with Droids. It is oddly exhilarating.
The Bothan comes to. I start right away with questions “Why are you following me?”
“What?” he says
“What is not a reason. Why are you following me?” I give his broken arm a slight tap. The pain shoot through him and he yelps. I reach for his arm again and he barks out “I don’t know, I was just told to follow you and send a report to a drop location.”
“Wow, for a professional you sure gave up that answer easily. Now tell me the truth, who hired you?” I punch his arm.
“What is not the name of an employer.” I punch his arm again. “Say what one more time and I’ll tear your arm off.”
The Bothan yelps louder. Through clenched fangs he spits out, “You have no Idea who you are dealing with. They will kill you in the end. And no matter what you do you can’t protect her, you know that don’t you. And after you are dead, she will know what you did and she will despise you forever.”
I looked stunned and then my fury rises. “That may be the case,” I hiss in a low venom filled voice, “but you won’t be around to see it.” I tighten up my hand and knuckle punch the Bothan in the throat. I hear the wind pipe crack and blood flows from his mouth.
While the spy dies, I retrieve the bundle of clothing from the dumpster and make my way back to base.
Once back on base I stow the bag in Jardina’s office. My comlink beeps and informs me I am to report to hanger bay 15 and to be ready to travel.
To be continued