The group entered, primarily Almec and Satine to negotiate, while Kot and Obi-Wan sat next to each other, their feet fighting under the table. Obi-Wan wanted revenge for last night.
Qui-Gon sensed their small actions and realized that this was when Kot and Obi-Wan truly behaved their age. As the Republic's control over the Outer Rim diminished, wars throughout the Outer Rim increased. Furthermore, the Jedi Order's recent actions had become somewhat distorted, but as long as the Chosen One was found to balance The Force, none of these would be problems anymore.
Soon after, they concluded their discussion, securing the help of Jango Fett and the entire orthodox Mandalorians in exchange for 300,000 credit points and agreement to the Super Commando Codex.
"Don't forget, while the quality of other bounty hunters in Sundari is mediocre, their numbers are not small. Since the last raid, Kot and Duchess, you both need to be more careful," Jango Fett reminded them about the bounty hunters before leaving.
"We will handle it."
Jango Fett nodded and piloted Slave I away from Sundari.
"Cousin, leave the matter of dealing with these bounty hunters to me. I'll remove them from Sundari within twenty days," Kot proactively took on the task.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"I'll join too. This is my duty," Obi-Wan also suggested joining the investigation.
Soon, a vigorous operation to apprehend bounty hunters commenced.
In a small bar in northern Sundari, the door was tightly shut. Inside were various aliens and Mandalorians, a small stronghold of the Death Watch. Just then, the door was suddenly knocked.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Open up, Sundari Police! We've received reports of illegal activities here!" Kot shouted while knocking on the door. Seeing no movement, he kicked it and attached a sticky bomb.
Everyone inside pulled out their guns, ready to break out and cause destruction, but suddenly, smoke filled the room. It turned out the technicians had redirected the vents inside and created smoke from outside. As people were about to break out, a sudden flash of fire consumed them.
"Hello there," Obi-Wan's blue lightsaber ignited in the smoke. Everyone who could still resist shot at Obi-Wan and ran outside. As they ran out, Kot kicked them back in and used The Force to knock down a large group, then drew two guns and charged in, going berserk.
At this point, some clever ones wanted to take an unusual path. They blew open the adjacent wall, activated their jetpacks, and flew out. But then, screams frequently rang out. It turned out three viking mechs were standing outside, guarding everyone who tried to escape.
"Stun mode! Kill if necessary, but don't let anyone escape!" Kot yelled from within the smoke, his Westar-35 continuously firing.
"Alright," Obi-Wan changed his defensive stance to a more aggressive offensive style. A lightsaber was wielded with fierce power in the smoke. With every swing, a bounty hunter's pistol or a limb was severed.
To hone his sword style, Kot put away his two blasters and drew his beskar sword.
Smoke filled the entire bar, visibility was terrifyingly low, and his ears were filled with choking coughs, angry shouts, the tearing shriek of blaster bolts, and... the "sizzle" of a lightsaber cutting through something—that was Obi-Wan on the other side.
Kot stood at the doorway, fragments of the doorframe still crunching under his feet. He had just kicked two guys trying to rush out back inside. Figures flickered in the smoke, and in thermal vision, it was a chaotic jumble of red and yellow light, at least five or six. They were somewhat panicked by the smoke and Obi-Wan's movements, pointing their guns wildly.
Come on.
Kot spread the five fingers of his left hand and suddenly pushed towards the closest red and yellow light cluster, whose movements were most frantic!
It wasn't Qui-Gon Jinn's subtle, effortless Force push. Kot's Force push was more like an enraged Bantha, carrying the weight of his entire will and the ferocity forged in battle, crashing violently forward!
"Ugh!" A muffled thud accompanied the crisp sound of breaking bones. The figure flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the metal rack behind the bar, laden with liquor bottles. There was a jarring crash of shattering glass, then silence, save for the dripping of liquor and the faint tinkle of broken glass hitting the floor.
One down.
The commotion immediately became a target.
"The bastard at the door!" Someone roared in the smoke, their voice hoarse from choking.
Several blaster bolts, trailing blinding red streaks, instantly tore through the smoke, shooting at Kot from different directions!
Kot didn't dodge, nor did he have time to. His face under the helmet was tightly grim, and Qui-Gon's basic demonstrations flashed through his mind—perceive the flow! Predict the trajectory!
Catching the faint disturbances caused by those energy beams tearing through the air, time seemed to stretch by a few tenths of a second. His body moved faster than his mind. His left foot stepped forward decisively, the heavy beskar sword gripped tightly in both hands. From bottom-left to top-right, he carved out a swift, rigid arc!
"Clang! Clang, clang!"
A piercing clang of metal exploded! Sparks burst into a brief flash of light in the thick smoke!
The first, second, and third blaster bolts! All were forcibly deflected by his powerful, wide-sweeping sword! Several glowing red indentations instantly appeared on the beskar blade. The immense impact made his wrists numb and the web of his hand ache. He stumbled back two steps before steadying himself.
"Damn it! So heavy!" Kot cursed inwardly. This thing was definitely much harder to use than a lightsaber! But he didn't stop.
Using the recoil from that sword swing to deflect the attack, he surged forward, twisting his waist and hips! The beskar sword, leveraging the rotational force, slashed down fiercely from top-right to bottom-left! His target was a red figure in the smoke, who had just fired and was momentarily still!
"Thwack!"
The terrifying weight and sharpness of beskar steel, enhanced by speed and strength, effortlessly cut through a thin layer of armor fiber, then muscle and bone! Accompanied by a short, shrill scream, the upper half of that red figure in thermal vision slumped directly above the waist.
Second one.
The remaining bounty hunters went completely mad. Furious roars and even denser gunfire erupted from the smoke, but the aim was terrible.
He saw a red figure raise a gun at him, immediately sidestepped, and swept his beskar sword in a horizontal arc, targeting the opponent's gun-wielding arm!
"Crack!" The crisp snap of bone and the metallic scrape of the weapon being knocked away mingled as the enemy screamed and fell.
Another red figure lunged from the side, wielding a thermal axe! Kot didn't even turn; he violently flung his left arm backward! The Force again surged out brutally, like an invisible giant hand slapping the person's face!
"Smack!" The sound of a shattering face mask was clearly audible. The person was thrown backward, crashing into the wall.
Kot's footsteps didn't stop as he charged toward his next target—the guy hiding behind a discarded jukebox, trying to reload a grenade launcher! He raised the heavy beskar sword high, like a battle-axe cleaving through bedrock, and brought it down with all his might!
"Boom!"
The jukebox, along with the unlucky fellow behind it, was directly cleaved by this powerful sword strike into sparking scrap metal and two incomplete corpses!
Kot leaned on his sword, breathing slightly. In thermal vision, only two or three red figures remained standing in the bar, and they were all frantically retreating. Fear had completely overcome their madness, and Obi-Wan's lightsaber hum had also ceased.
"Cease resistance!" Kot's voice penetrated his helmet, echoing through the silent bar.
No sooner had he spoken than his body sharply shifted to the left!
"Whoosh!" An insidious blaster bolt grazed his helmet and hit the wall behind him.
It was the guy he had slapped against the wall! He wasn't quite dead and had managed to fire a shot!
"I gave you a chance to live, but you really are disobedient," a cold glint flashed in Kot's eyes. He didn't move his sword again. His left hand, which had been hanging at his side, suddenly rose, and he forcefully clenched his fingers inward! The Force was not a push, nor a perception, but transformed into a cold, lethal choke!
"Ugh... gurgle..." The struggling Death Watch member's body suddenly stiffened. His hands desperately clutched at his own throat, as if an invisible hand was crushing his windpipe and neck bones from within! His feet left the ground, kicking futilely at the air. A chilling "gurgling" sound emanated from his throat, and a few seconds later, his body went limp and completely still.
Kot slowly lowered his hand. The tip of the beskar sword dripped with viscous blood. He surveyed the bar, which resembled a slaughterhouse in Hell, the smoke permeated with the scent of blood, char, and death.
He flicked the blood off his sword, turned, and walked toward the door, treading through the viscous blood.
"Another stronghold eliminated," he said into his comms, his voice betraying little emotion, only the fatigue of battle.
"You're a bit too extreme."
"And I didn't see your lightsaber stop either."
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