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He laughed at the five mercenaries in front of him, glanced at the barman, and smirked “10 seconds.”
Snick. The switch blade flicks out in the left-most mercenary’s hand.
1.

Bad move. Jaq hefted his chair through the air at the first mercenary on the right.
2.

As the others turn to watch the chair, momentarily moving their attention off Jaq, he leaps at the left-most mercenary, the one with the cold eyes.
3.

The mercenary realises his mistake and tries to turn back in time, but Jaq is too fast. As his compatriot is hit full in the face with a metal chair and falls to the ground, his skull stoved in, Jaq has already grasped his wrist and swung it round, driving the man’s own knife into his throat.
4.

The closest mercenary goes for his blaster instead of his knife. He doesn’t live long enough to correct his mistake, as Jaq’s palm comes swinging across, caving in his throat and hurling him backwards into the final two mercenaries.
5.

Jaq pulls the knife clear, and spins it on his fingertips as the final two mercenaries draw weapons, one going for a blaster whilst the other favours a vibroblade.
6.

Jaq snaps his fingers, sending the knife flying into the heart of the man with a blaster. He’s dead before he hits the ground.
7.

The mercenary with the vibroblade steps forward, preparing to block any rush, as Jaq finally pulls his own knife out of his shirt.
8.

The mercenary swings at Jaq, viciously cutting downward, only to hit empty air, making the mistake as Jaq leans back for a second. You don’t get to make two mistakes with Jaq.
9.

Jaq steps back in towards his opponent, slicing his knife across the man’s throat, slicing through the carotid artery and Jugular in one swift motion. His lifeblood sprays out across the room, as he too collapses to the floor.
10.

The tableau unfolds with all five men dead on the floor, and the room was silent again.

The barman, the only other person still in the cantina at that time, stared at him.
Jaq wiped his hands on his trousers, and turned to the barman.
“Now that that’s dealt with, you have my full and undivided attention.” His previously smiling face turned hard as stone.
“Did she come through here? The woman, with the golden hair and the deep blue eyes, did she come through here?” Jaq’s voice rose, his composure beginning to slip.
“Y-yes!” The barman squeaked in his terror. “Only two days ago, with a battered utility droid in tow. She was looking for him; she was looking for Revan.”
Jaq’s face stayed rigid, glaring at the man “Where was she going? Where did you tell her to go?”
“To the unknown regions, to where Revan was going when he last came here. To the dead world, the antithesis of life. She has gone to Nathema to find him.”
Jaq stared for a moment, and then finally, he smiled. “Thank you.”

He walked from the burning bar. He had killed the barman before burning the building down, had he not known what Jaq needed it might have been different.
Nathema.
He smiled. And to think she thought she could escape me. Mira might be the Huntress, but no-one can track better than me.
His laughter rang out across the night. But it didn’t carry into his eyes.
He hurt. He hurt so much. She had left him. With nothing.
Jaq doesn’t get told no. Not by anyone, not even her. She’d see, even if he had to follow her to the edge of the known galaxy.
Or beyond…

Description
He laughed at the five mercenaries in front of him, glanced at the barman, and smirked “10 seconds.”
Snick. The switch blade flicks out in the left-most mercenary’s hand.
1.

Bad move. Jaq hefted his chair through the air at the first mercenary on the right.
2.

As the others turn to watch the chair, momentarily moving their attention off Jaq, he leaps at the left-most mercenary, the one with the cold eyes.
3.

The mercenary realises his mistake and tries to turn back in time, but Jaq is too fast. As his compatriot is hit full in the face with a metal chair and falls to the ground, his skull stoved in, Jaq has already grasped his wrist and swung it round, driving the man’s own knife into his throat.
4.

The closest mercenary goes for his blaster instead of his knife. He doesn’t live long enough to correct his mistake, as Jaq’s palm comes swinging across, caving in his throat and hurling him backwards into the final two mercenaries.
5.

Jaq pulls the knife clear, and spins it on his fingertips as the final two mercenaries draw weapons, one going for a blaster whilst the other favours a vibroblade.
6.

Jaq snaps his fingers, sending the knife flying into the heart of the man with a blaster. He’s dead before he hits the ground.
7.

The mercenary with the vibroblade steps forward, preparing to block any rush, as Jaq finally pulls his own knife out of his shirt.
8.

The mercenary swings at Jaq, viciously cutting downward, only to hit empty air, making the mistake as Jaq leans back for a second. You don’t get to make two mistakes with Jaq.
9.

Jaq steps back in towards his opponent, slicing his knife across the man’s throat, slicing through the carotid artery and Jugular in one swift motion. His lifeblood sprays out across the room, as he too collapses to the floor.
10.

The tableau unfolds with all five men dead on the floor, and the room was silent again.

The barman, the only other person still in the cantina at that time, stared at him.
Jaq wiped his hands on his trousers, and turned to the barman.
“Now that that’s dealt with, you have my full and undivided attention.” His previously smiling face turned hard as stone.
“Did she come through here? The woman, with the golden hair and the deep blue eyes, did she come through here?” Jaq’s voice rose, his composure beginning to slip.
“Y-yes!” The barman squeaked in his terror. “Only two days ago, with a battered utility droid in tow. She was looking for him; she was looking for Revan.”
Jaq’s face stayed rigid, glaring at the man “Where was she going? Where did you tell her to go?”
“To the unknown regions, to where Revan was going when he last came here. To the dead world, the antithesis of life. She has gone to Nathema to find him.”
Jaq stared for a moment, and then finally, he smiled. “Thank you.”

He walked from the burning bar. He had killed the barman before burning the building down, had he not known what Jaq needed it might have been different.
Nathema.
He smiled. And to think she thought she could escape me. Mira might be the Huntress, but no-one can track better than me.
His laughter rang out across the night. But it didn’t carry into his eyes.
He hurt. He hurt so much. She had left him. With nothing.
Jaq doesn’t get told no. Not by anyone, not even her. She’d see, even if he had to follow her to the edge of the known galaxy.
Or beyond…