This guy must be the dumbest Inquisitor in the entire Brotherhood if he thinks I’m going to fight fair.
Turel had sensed the Quarren’s malice when he first approached him. Granted, fifty thousand credits was nothing to scoff at, but he had no intention of acquiring said credits through honorable combat. The Jedi’s life was worth far more than that to the Hutts, and near priceless to the Voice and Grand Master. There was no way the Inquisitor would just let him walk away when the “fair fight” was concluded.
Wow, he’s stronger than he looks!
Qor’s wide and rapidly chained saber strikes packed some serious momentum behind them. It was all Turel could do to parry and deflect the blows away with tight orbits of his lavender blade. The Quarren’s saber movements seemed rapid and erratic at first, but it became clear that they were precise and directing at probing the Jedi’s defense. What the Sith lacked in mental prowess, he more than made up with his superior swordsmanship.
Angry Huttese shouts filled the corridor as the host’s retinue of guards drew closer. Turel had no desire to tangle with a squad of heavily armed Weequay for breaching the peace inside the establishment. Jiliac’s Winter Palace had been accorded as neutral ground by the syndicate that currently owned it and fighting was usually bad for business.
The Human’s eyes darted around the room for possible exits as he quickly tried to conjure up a plan in the few moments he had before the private duel became a full scale party. A flash of inspiration struck him as he momentarily centered his focus, channeling the Force into his leg muscles. Then he took off toward the guards, deactivating his saber as he ran.
“Help! Help! This Quarren is an assassin sent here to kill the honorable Vreecha!” Turel exclaimed in Huttese as he ran toward the approaching guards. Qor didn’t quite understand what the Jedi was saying but he could infer from tone and context that the Human was seeking aid.
“What’s going on here?” the senior guard inquired as all but two of his men ran past Turel toward the Sith.
The Jedi subtly waved his now empty right palm at the Weequay as he reached at the guard’s mind through the Force. “I’m not a threat. This man is an assassin. You must apprehend him.”
The guard shook his head and spoke as if half remembering something, “You are not a threat. This man is an assassin. I must apprehend him.”
Turel smiled at his own success. He slowly backed away as all six Weequay guards surrounded the Quarren with vibrostaves pointed at him, barking orders in Huttese for the Sith to lower his weapon.
The Jedi stooped down to pick up the bag of credits from earlier. “Thanks for the donation, tentacle breath!” he taunted in Basic as he took off down the corridor toward the palace shuttle platform.
Qor’s cover was now thoroughly blown so there was no point in subtlety. Drawing on his growing feelings of irritation and wrath toward the fleeing Jedi, he gathered the dark side to him and shifted his saber into his left hand. The Sith pointed his right hand at the guard standing between him and Turel, unleashing violet tendrils of raw Force energy into the hapless Weequay’s chest. The rest of the squad stood with mouths agape, flabbergasted, as their comrade writhed in agony before collapsing to the ground with smoke rising from his armor.
The Sith did not wait for the stunned surprise to wear off his would-be captors before running after the Jedi as fast he could. The lighting blast had drained him slightly but he called upon his rage and the dark side once again to augment his speed. He had to close the distance on the fleeing Odanite. This mission would not end in failure.
The palace’s shuttle platform connected to a ornately decorated hanger bustling with activity. Qor raced into the bay then skidded to a sudden halt as he realized he had lost sight of Turel. His sapphire eyes jumped around the room, searching for a sign of his prey. The Jedi had to be hiding somewhere nearby — this was the only real exit from the premises. Then the Quarren noticed the abundance of astromechs and loader droids bustling about the hanger, all potential tools to uncover and trap the Odanite.