Falling For The Enemy

Epilogue

Fifteen months later...

The Star Cluster casino was not the first to be built on Nar Shaddaa, but it was definitely the most popular. And if you went in there, you would see why. The vibrantly lit facility had scantily-clad waitresses sauntering around serving their customers. The bartender was an attractive women wearing nothing more than a pair of translucent knickers. Elsewhere, live dancers, some of whom were completely naked would dazzle the audience with erotic moves and stripteases. When you saw how much skin the female staff were made to expose, you would understand why so many men and male aliens frequented the casino.

This was Ezra's first time visiting. And it certainly wasn't to be seduced by hot ladies, especially when Sabine didn't have to expose nearly as much skin to attract him! He entered the compound, blasting with loud music. The former Jedi Knight wore a long black coat over a grey collared-shirt. A pair of sunglasses hid his ocean blue eyes and his identity from the people around him while his lightsaber hung from his belt, hidden behind his coat. "Spectre 2, this is Spectre 1. Anything on the target?" he spoke into his wrist comm.

High above him,  his Mandalorian partner and lover scanned the gambling hall from her vantage point on the roof. The upgraded HUD in her helmet began scanning the faces of the casino's customers and cross-referencing the faces with the one they were looking for. The facial scans took about 30 seconds to complete and showed Sabine the highest match in the casino. "Spectre 1, I've picked up a 95% match at the bar." she informed him.

"Copy, moving to confirm the target." he replied, pressing a small button in his sunglasses. Now, everything he saw was being transmitted to the HUD in Sabine's helmet. 

"Suspected target is wearing a hat with a grey coat, he'll probably be armed." Sabine warned, watching Ezra walk across the hall towards the crowded bar. He sat beside the suspect and summoned the topless female bartender. "You better not try anything, babe" Sabine hissed into the comlink. 

Ezra chuckled at his girlfriend's warning. "Hey, sexy." he flirted with the bartender. She giggled in response and leaned on the bar counter where Ezra was seated. "Give me a shot of your best drink." he requested. The lady did as she was asked and placed a cup of liquid in front of Ezra. 

"Wanna go somewhere more quiet, handsome?" the bartender flirted back, stroking Ezra's cheek. Sabine cringed at the video feed being transmitted to her helmet HUD. She did her best to ignore the feed. Ezra smiled but shook his head no, much to Sabine's relief. The bartender's flirty smile vanished and she walked away to serve another customer. 

Without the topless bartender to distract him, Ezra turned his attention back to the suspect sitting beside him, sipping on his drink. "Borealis Vereto?" he asked. The suspect seemed to be visibly jolted when Ezra said his name. "Or should I call you 'Thysenberg'?" Ezra continued, sipping the concuction that he had been served. The suspect tossed his coat aside to reveal his blaster pistol and shot Ezra a warning glare before he stood up and left. 

"Suspect's face is a 100% match, Spectre 1." Sabine suddenly chimed in with confirmation of their suspicions. Ezra placed his drink on the bar counter, along with some credits and followed the man known as Thysenberg. 

"Roger that, Spectre 2, target is heading for the exit. I am in pursuit. Will call back when target is in a less crowded place." Ezra reported back. He was rudely interrupted when the Force warned him of the incoming blaster shot. He dodged, the shot narrowly missing him. Ezra turned to see Thysenberg holding two blaster pistols, aimed at him. The Force-sensitive teenager pulled out his lightsaber and started deflecting the shots away. Seizing the opportunity of a break in the shooting when Vereto was reloading, Ezra charged forward and slashed, destroying Vereto's weapons.