[color=green][b]"This isn't over Akazin, you scum!"[/b][/color]

[color=tan]Akazin stopped just barely stepping through the exit to the Nightclub, hearing his name screamed across a room full of random people from all over the galaxy was not to be expected. Even more so he did not expect it from the pathetic little wealthy Rodian who moments ago was scared to the point where he might soil himself. It became painfully obvious that Dakar was none too happy with the fact that he had threatened the well being of his daughter, it was interesting in more ways then one how the love for ones children could take an ordinary coward of a Rodian and make them brave enough to do something incredibly stupid. Akazin turned on his heels and faced the Rodian who was now on his feet, pointing and accusing finger at him. Looking around Akazin noticed a few of the patrons casting glances at him. Akazins eye's became hard underneath the blackened goggles, all clients knew better then to ever use his name in public. Akazin was tempted to go across the room and break Dakar's face, but he damn well knew the consequences of doing something like that in Paradise and the slimy little bug knew that he couldn't do anything. Akazin raised his finger and pointed it at the Rodian Dakar as a smile hit his face.

[b]"Dakar I told you not to drink that Vosh, now you have gone and become crazy again. I told you last time that Vosh and dejarik just don't mix. Face it you lost your bet and your sister had to be my maid for a few days. Every time you get drunk I swear. Sit down before you fall Dakar."[/b]

Dakar suddenly fell backwards as if he had a drunken misstep and flew into the table yelping in surprise. Some of the patrons laughed wildly as Dakar rolled around on the ground trying to regain his composure. Akazin lowered his hand casually, the slimy Rodian deserved so much more but that should take any attention off himself. Akazin turned and walked silently to the bar, pulling out a couple large cred's he placed them on the bar top.

[b]"My apologies for my drunk friend, he can be quite loud when he has had one too many. That should cover any possible damage, feel free to spend the rest on drinks for the patrons here at the club, my treat.[/b]

There was a small cheer from some of the more tipsy patrons, Akazin turned briskly and escorted himself out of the Nightclub before the stupid Rodian could further try to convince a room full of cutthroats, bounty hunters and mercenaries that a rather large bounty was walking right by everyone. As he exited the nightclub Akazin heard his data pad go off, pulling it from his inner jacket pocket he clicked on the screen and viewed the message.

[i]"Sir

There is an Imperial Star Destroyer with escort outside of Paradise, came out of hyperspace just now. Caught bits and pieces of transmission while monitoring frequencies, it would be wise to get out of Paradise immediately, I think they mean to cause destruction. Prepping ship now for immediate evacuation."[/i]

Akazin was silent as he read the message, what the hell was an imperial star destroyer doing outside of Paradise? A better question was who commanded the damn thing? Come to think of it Akazin had heard rumors around some of the seedier clubs that there was small splinter factions out there made up of diehard Imperials who remained loyal to the Empire even after it fell. It would stand to reason that maybe this was one of them, in either case Akazin was not willing to stick around and find out. Paradise... it was almost too bad... if these were in fact diehard imperials and they have business here, then things were about to heat up and fast. Imperial's were never known for their patience and even more so for their need to dominate their enemies in anyway possible, Akazin would know seeming he was one. Quickly shooting off a message through his datapad, Akazin started his way for the hangar.[/color]