Thread: A Night Gone Wrong [Mystica x Vance]

From all sides they came at her, Dani's goons and hired thugs. Slowly but surely they started to corner her as the establishment emptied in a rush. The Twi'Lek deflected some blaster bolts fired at her and dispatched a zabrak that had come too close with an vibroblade. Some of the men backed off only to close in again when Dani shouted to have at her. Knock her out! They could ill afford intervention from the Jedi Council. This would have to be resolved by the man running the operation for whom Dani Hofken only was a puppet off. Then a large man, clearly a hybrid, aimed his rifle at her and shot of a dart containing chemicals the kind one finds in death sticks of which the gang sold a humongous amount of in the Coruscanti Undercity. It hit the green scandily clad Twi'Lek between the shoulderblades. After a short while her reactions slowed and the force attacks she had used lost their potency. The hybrid shot her again with a second dart. She threw her saber at him, penetrating his chest. The blade stuck out his back as he collapsed to the floor. But the damage had already been done... She sunk to her knees and let her arms drop to the floor. The drugs began having the desired effect and the other thugs slowly approached as he lost consciousness. Dose her again! I don't want her waking up in the middle of a skylane. Dani ordered and she was given a death-stick. Her being a jedi would warrand her for an overdose. Another man collected the saber still portruding the chest of the hybrid and handed it over to Mr. Hofken. The Twi'Lek dancerJedi was put in a hovercar and flown over to a derelict skyscraper a few clicks out. This would be where she would be taken care off... Two men carried her off to an elevater and took her up to the renovated penthouse. Dani noticed them looking at her seductive green skin. Such a shame, he thought while they entered the penthouse. A tall man stood with his hands on his back, looking out over Coruscant's skyline. Lights illuminating the night of the city planet. He was wearing long black robes laced with red fabric. His hair was being held together and over his face ran five white tattoos, like war paint. However, he was still handsome and looked somewhat ruthless. What is this you bring me Dani...? His voice was raspy, but pleasant to listen to. The man turned around to look at Hofken. He had sickly yellow eyes that seemed to pulsate with a fire from within. There's been an incident at the club, caused by this... he gestured at the unconscious Jedi, Twi'Lek. She's one of the Jedi. Grash, the man in black and red, nodded his head. That is unnacceptable Dani. You screwed up. Dani Hofken's face went white and he swallowed hard. The goons were sent away. But I won't kill you, not yet anyway. Get her in the shackles, he ordered. The restraints were of an electrical and magnetic nature and would keep the Twi'Lek's hand behind her smooth back. Grash let his eyes wander over her body while she was out. She was an exceptional attractive specimen of her kind. Shame she was one of those filthy jedi lapdogs... He pondered the issue, perhaps he could turn her, it would be a damned shame to kill her. Get out, Dani, he said once the shackles were secure. The sith reached out with the force and eased her mind so she would slowly come to. He was curious about the following conversation and if she'd prove susceptible to the dark side.