[hr][hr][center][color=silver][h1]Kabal[/h1][/color]
[@Zarok Aleon][/center][hr][hr]
The lack of a working comlink had kept Kabal properly out-of-the-loop to any of the goings-on back at the ship. But he marched with all the puffed-up pride of a conquering hero back from war. And behind him was his prize: pushed by the two clearly-struggling Gand who were not even remotely equipped to bear weights of this kind - even on a repulsorlift. But Kabal was a harsh taskmaster, and any unnecessary stops resulted in a string of Ubese curses that quickly got the Gand moving again. For all his gripes of language and comprehension, there was a certain simplicity to shouting and swearing. Curses were something unequivocally understood no matter the language they were spoken in.

But not even the clumsiness of these small, stupid bugs would deter Kabal's victory. The baradium fission device was [i]his[/i]: any planet he deemed unfit to exist was now at the mercy of his very sensitive trigger-finger. Of course, Kabal had to begrudgingly acknowledge that the rest of the crew may have some mild complaints about that - [i]especially[/i] Airus. Even after being onboard the ship a year, the bleeding-heart doctor tried appealing to Kabal's better nature every other day, it seemed. Moral types didn't belong on a mercenary crew, Kabal decided: and the blind one, especially, shouldn't gripe about having to witness mercenary wetwork. 

Fighting back against the zoo of aliens still occupying the green ring, Kabal was pleased to see that it wasn't hard to force people to make way when you're carting a nuclear bomb. Even the dullest-looking creatures had enough sense to keep a wide berth. At least, that's what he [i]thought[/i]. 

There was a flash of blue as a figure sprinted past, directly towards Kabal's treasure. Without even stopping to account for the obstacle, the figure leapt over the bomb, prompting the two Gand to crouch with arms thrown over their heads. The bomb wobbled precariously, threatening to topple over from the disruption of pace. Kabal was left with a choice: to either keep the bomb steady to avoid breaking it - and the planet - or to rush down the blue freak that very nearly cost him his superweapon. 

Before he could decide, it turned out the Chiss wannabe had a friend, one far less nimble than they were. Running full-force into the repulsorlift, the bomb throttled violently, the cart it sat upon trying desperately to stabilize itself. But it was all for naught. With a final lurch, the repulsorlift turned on its side, toppling the baradium fission device onto the ground with a sickening [i]crunch[/i]. 

The commotion of the surrounding crowd came to a screeching halt. Nothing stopped a sales pitch better than the threat of planetary annihilation. The device started to hiss violently, leaking coolant as it was apparent [i]something[/i] inside had broken. Kabal's stoic gaze was centered on his precious nuke, completely unaware of the melee between the not-Chiss and her assailants in the background.

For a few moments, he was silent, looking upon his glory in ruin as the bomb continued to bleed. The crowds in the green ring had started to scatter, reasonably wanting to get as far away from a volatile bomb as possible. The Gand took this as sign to cut their losses, sprinting away as fast as their stubby legs allowed, tripping in their own clothing as they hurried to escape whatever was about to happen next.

Fists clenching at his side, Kabal's head turned towards the one who ran into his cart and, without a word, sprinted full force towards him. Perhaps under calmer circumstances, Ahln would've asked himself how much power a five-foot-five, hundred-and-twenty pound alien could possess. He would have found his unasked question answered when Kabal tackled him full force, raining down blows wherever his fists landed. Taken by surprise both at the act itself, and Kabal's surprising ferocity, Ahln fell prone on his back, completely dazed as the Ubese kept hitting and hitting and hitting.

With head pounding and blood spewing from both his mouth and nose, Ahln had hardly any resistance left in him as Kabal picked up a rock lying nearby, raising it up over his head. There no way of knowing what Ahln was thinking in his last moments, and frankly, Kabal didn't care. He held position for a second more, then brought the rock down. 

With every hit, there came less resistance: meaty [i]thunks[/i] turned into nauseating [i]squelches[/i] as flesh-and-bone eventually gave way. Kabal wasn't sure how much time had passed, but by the time his rage gave way to fatigue, what was left of Ahln's visage was a fine pulp, staining the snow red. 

Slowly sanding to his feet, Kabal dropped his gore-stained rock, looking up to see the not-Chiss staring back. How she dealt with the other men chasing her was uncertain, but enough to earn Kabal's curiosity - and cautiousness. Debating whether he had been too hasty in dropping his weapon, Kabal was prepared to reach for the rock when he was interrupted by the woman speaking: in Ubese. He froze stiff, taken aback by this discovery, unsure what entirely to make of it. 

The only other non-Ubese he'd met able to speak his language was Sable, but it was clear this one was no droid. Her accent was imperfect, with a slight hesitation on the filler words and the odd enunciation error; it was rusty, but it was Ubese. 

Kabal silently looked the woman up-and-down, indicated by the slight incline of his helmet. Whether he was checking for weapons, valuables, or something else, his motive was completely uncertain. The woman wasn't Chiss, Kabal had come to that decision with some confidence, but she looked Human and was blue, which was close enough in his book. 

[i][color=silver]"We'll ask the Captain."[/color][/i] Kabal replied in his native tongue as he moved towards the bomb, placing a single hand on its cracked surface. Whatever reaction was taking place inside after the bomb fell over were quietly dissipating. The bomb was broken, but stabilizing. 

[i][color=silver]"Help me lift it, then we'll make for port. Captain may like you, depends how pretty she thinks you are.[/color][/i]