I also want to point out that I'm still desperately hoping for people to write omakes considering just how much insanity is going on and just how many people and factions have to be completely confused or be downright freaking out. Once again, I WILL reward those. I will officialy call for those again once I have written the interlude.
I don't know about people getting confused right now, but that inspired me to write something about how we met our Bothan friend...
(Note from the future writer: HOLY SHIT THIS GOT OUT OF HAND)
Undercity Gang Rumble
Gulan was running for his life for the third time that week. Oh sure, he'd stolen a few credits here and there from his current benefactors, but sending the entire gang after him seemed a tad excessive to him.
"THERE'S THAT BOTHAN SCUMBAG! I WANT HIS HEAD ON MY DESK RIGHT NOW!"
True, he
was planning on bailing out anyway with his ill-gotten gains, but he was hoping to do so quietly after he'd pinned the blame on someone else. Still, the situation was perfectly under control, he was coming up to a crossroads and if his manipulations had worked there should be some members of the Darkwraiths ready to-
That thought train ended when he saw that the street he was heading towards was filled with the
entire gang glaring angrily at him.
Well it's not like he wasn't expecting a response; he knew that the Darkwraiths and the Blue Sentinels had been feuding for the past several months and had planned on getting the two of them to fight each other while he made his escape. But this was...
too good. He'd manipulated enough gang wars to know that entire gangs usually don't show up at once.
None of that mattered right now, though. It was time for Gulan to do what he did best: lie his ass off.
"Ah, my Sentinel reinforcements!" he said, loudly enough for the Darkwraiths following him to hear. "How kind of you to bring all of these people for my bene-"
"GULAN!"
Hearing his name, he whirled around to see a
third gang moving down the last road. He nearly gaped in shock when he saw that the Mound-Builders had arrived on the scene with what appeared to be
their entire gang as well. Gulan was planning on having them come in last to pick up the pieces and get him hailed as a brilliant deep-cover mole, so why were they here now instead of later!?
The important thing though was that they currently (and accurately) believed that he had also been stealing money from them as well. This...complicated things.
Gulan tried to create more excuses, but before he could open his mouth the shouting match began.
"Oh, well ain't this a surprise! We we hopin' to catch a damned traitor, but we'll take killing all of you as an added bonus!"
"Funny you should say that you damned nerf-herders, we've been meaning to pay you back after you raided our death stick shop! And don't think we didn't find out about the money you stole, either!"
"Oh don't you think that you can ignore us! We know both of you've been trying to keep us down by ratting us out to C-Sec! Since you're so afraid of us, why don't we settle things right here and now you spineless cowards!"
As weapons started to be drawn, Gulan quickly ducked into the nearest open building and hid as best he knew how. For the next few minutes he heard nothing but cursing and blaster fire ring out as he wondered how things had escalated so quickly. When the shooting stopped, he cautiously looked out and saw how the crossroads were covered in corpses from the three gangs. As far as he could tell, no one had survived.
Well, a shame
that had happened, but now he could-
He froze as he heard several footsteps coming down one of the roads. Whether it was C-Sec or some other gang was irrelevant, he had to stay low if he wanted to live.
The footsteps came closer, and then stopped.
"Well, even with all of that information I can't say I was expecting this level of success."
A woman. No particular accent he recognized.
"The amount of casualties is quite impressive, yes. To think that all of these gangs wanted to kill each other that badly is quite something."
A male Gand, from the filtered sound when he spoke.
"Indeed. It was almost as if...wait."
Gulan suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
"Ah, there you are. You can come out, I wouldn't want to kill a potentially valuable employee. Especially someone who could cause gang warfare on this scale."
Gulan internally debated his options, realized that he would have probably been dead had the woman decided that he wasn't worth keeping alive, and decided that he had nothing to lose. He stood up, and cautiously walked outside.
He saw a group of thugs-Abyss Watchers if his memory served him correctly-standing behind a Gand and a masked woman.
"I must say that I'm impressed that you were able to find me, though I also admit my surprise. Usually Miralukans aren't seen down here, let alone leading a gang of any kind."
The woman smirked.
"I am hardly an ordinary Miralukan. At any rate, my sources told me that these three gangs had a grudge against a certain someone for various reasons. I was also told how to get these gangs to gather right here if I needed to. What I was not told was who the man they were after was and what his goals were. If you would care to tell me..."
Gulan knew a veiled threat when he heard one...but he
was interested in seeing where this went. It wasn't every day he met a Miralukan crime lord after all, let alone someone who was as good at manipulating people as she claimed.
"Gulan Terrek. As for how I did this, it involved a leaked location here, a tip to C-Sec there..."