Vothe Kyrik

OOC: I didn't think I implied that I'd come into the room far enough to be near Dordjooba, but I'll play along. IC: Vothe was decidedly surprised when the Hutt grabbed him with its huge prehensile tail--either the creature could move faster than he expected, or he had gravely miscalculated during his sudden dash through the room. Neither seemed likely, but the improbability of the situation did not help its reality. He was, of course, prepared for such outcomes, for he was no human, but an Anzat. As such, he was the custodian of certain mental powers that could get him out of a jam like this. He called upon them now to buy a the few seconds he would need to reverse the situation. He sent out a mental command through his power to the Hutt troops in the building. According to scholars and Jedi Knights, it had much the safe effect as a Jedi mind trick, which was more effective at close range but effective enough to cover the whole room. Immediately Vothe's enemies were siezed with the realization that those around them were their enemies as well and they were in grave danger. Already wary, they spun and fired upon their comrades, Clash included, but not Dordjooba--Vothe had another purpose for him. The mental illusion would only last a few seconds before they realized what was going on, so the assassin moved. Any martial artist knew that, to break an opponent's hold, a quick motion followed by another, opposite motion made it almost impossible for the detainer to maintain his grip. With all the muscles in his body working toward this end--a jerk one way then a reversal with the full power of his legs--even the Hutt's muscular tail couldn't hold him. Suddenly a blaster pistol appeared in Vothe's hand, apparently dropped from a hidden holster on his wrist into his waiting palm, and with a single bound he was standing on Dordjooba's back, out of reach of the practically vestigial, useless arms and powerful tail both. His blaster was pressed hard against the Hutt's head--even the thick skin couldn't take a blaster shot at point blank range. "Now," he called into his active commlink, and as the Hutt troops began to realize that they had been tricked, they noticed that their numbers had been cut in a half and the assassin now had their leader at gunpoint. Black Sun operatives streamed into the room, covering every position with their blaster rifles but not opening fire. "Move and the Hutt dies," he warned them. "Don't move, and no one else gets hurt."

Arriving in Mos Eisley moments after the Hutt, Vothe Kyrik and his operatives had no problem tracking Dordjooba by the surprise and stir he had risen in his passage. No one failed to notice a Hutt in Mos Eisley, especially given their reputation here on Tatooine. And Dordjooba hadn't exactly been subtle. Now the agent approached the deserted building, a ghost in the crowd. Before he came within direct sight of the guards, he indicated for his operatives to take the direct approach right to the front door and confront Dordjooba's guards there. He also gave them specific orders for how the combat was to begin. It appeared that the rest of the entrances and windows were barred, so Vothe would have to do this in a nonstandard fashion. They did so as discreetly as possible, spreading out into combat positions as they worked their way through the crowd as a unit. As they did so, Vothe simply disappeared. He melded into the crowd seemlessly, and even someone who had been watching him closely at the time would have immediately lost sight of him. To him, stealth was an art, and this was one of its simpler aspects. Gliding through the crowd with a minimal amount of resistance, he approached the side of the building and one of the barred-up windows. There was small disturbance in the crowd when they realized by looking at the Black Sun operatives that a fight was coming, but by then Vothe's move to the window was complete, and the Hutt guards had made the mistake of sealing off their only chance to look out except through the main door, as well as sealing off any other possible escape routes, especially for a Hutt. They had dug their own grave. Vothe pulled his commlink. "Go," he said. The Black Sun operatives finished working their way out of the crowd and opened fire on the doorway to Dordjooba's temporary safehouse. There was immediately return fire but, according to Vothe's orders, the incoming fire was more to keep everyone's heads down and of a safe nature where it was unlikely that the Hutt guards or operatives themselves would be in any real danger. Of course, Vothe didn't expect the Hutt troops to realize that. Palming a grenade in each hand, he placed one on his chosen windowsill, then ducked around the corner. It blew in the window past any marginal barring that was on hand, then he dashed towards it, tossing in his other grenade and following the explosion with bodily leaping in through it. It was dark inside, and Vothe loved the dark. Like a shadow he flitted around the immediate vicinity, his knives flashing and the Hutt guards falling. He stayed low to the ground and kept corners and other features of the room between him and potential attackers, then paused at a safe place to further plan his attack.....

Vothe approached the captain of the ship aboard which he had stationed himself from the side opposite where the captain expected him to be and spoke, watching the man flinch again and hate himself for it. "Tell Lord Daisaku that I will head up the Mos Eisley team," he said, his voice low. The captain nodded, turned to issue the order, then turned back to Vothe, but he found only open air where the agent had been. In fact, Kyrik no longer seemed to be on the bridge at all. He shuddered and turned his focus back on Tatooine. Meanwhile Vothe was halfway to the hangar, already thinking about the mission ahead. He had gathered that Smash suspected that any Hutt agents outside their citadel at the time would go to Mos Eisley, most likely to hide. If they would challenge him, it would make things much easier, but he had no reservations to hunting them through the small city in which the only real places to hide were shops and the infamous spaceport cantina. It wouldn't take long with a few squads of operatives with him. Presently he was grabbing another shuttle out of the hangar. He chose to check in this time and receive clearance, since his games ultimately had to take a back seat to the mission, and it wouldn't help him at all to get shot down by friendly fire just because he neglected to request permission to leave. Then, swiftly, Vothe descended to the surface to rendezvous with the troops he could use.

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Vothe Kyrik Nickname: -- Age: 111 (Anzati can live for many centuries) Species: Anzat (appears human) Height: 5'10" Weight: 165lbs Hair: Dark brown and long Eyes: Black Sex: Male Homeworld: Anzat Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Clothing: Light body armor under a black tunic and cloak. Weapon: Elaborate knife, blaster pistol Force User (in a way--all Anzati are capable of a Force-related form of slight telepathy) Inventory: Poisons, smoke grenades, lock disruption devices, various stealth and infliltration related devices, holographic disguise projector. Posessions: Unassuming Z-95 Headhunter modified to be actually quite dangerous.