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Cesk Zikket

Cesk Zikket

Species: Nikto

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Appearance: Toppling out at nearly 2.1 meters in height with a powerful, muscular frame, Cesk casts an imposing figure. His skin is scaled and rough, with a tan brown complexion. Like others of his species he possesses a set of horns which adorn his head. His eyes are dark blue, often formed into a mean looking scowl. His body is dotted with scars, some of which mark his face. They are the telltale signs of a veteran soldier. He dresses plainly, like a typical warrior of his species. On his upper body he wears heavy steel plated armor, which gives resistance to bladed weapons and glancing blaster bolts. On the lower part of his body he wears tough leather slacks, with sturdy leather boots.

Strengths:

• The Nikto bounty hunter is a terrifying close range combatant, able to tear apart enemies with finesse. He lugs around his heavy DLT-19 like how a normal sized man would wield a blaster rifle. Even when just equipped with his vibrosword he's a horrifying opponent to face down, easily able to cleave off limbs with powerful swings.
• He's hugely powerful physically, able to toss around smaller people like ragdolls. His skin is tough and scaly, allowing him more resistance to blows and slashes than a softer skinned being. Even unarmed he is still a force to be reckoned with, able to dish out punishment due to his heavily built frame and training.
• The Nikto are a hardy, adaptable race having come from the harshest of conditions and breed in a life of a servitude. He's a veteran warrior with an admirable survival streak. Its not easy task to defeat him in a head on fight.
• Cesk is a tenacious being, who does not allow himself to be distracted when on a bounty. He's ruthless in his dealings and stops at nothing to complete a task.

Weaknesses:

• Cesk has an intense hatred of Hutts, to the degree in which it requires him to fight every single urge inside of him to not strangle every one he sees. A large bulk of his life was spent in slavery under the Hutts, and he'd just rather not personally deal with any of the filthy slugs.
• His temper is notoriously short with a quick trigger. One second he could be the calmest being in the room, if one thing sets him off enough he's a steaming ball of rage. Things tend to get flung all over in his bouts of anger.
• Due in part to his very noticeable stature and his lack of talent at it, Cesk is not one for stealth. He can try to sneak around, but he's highly guaranteed to fail at it. He's more of a charge head on and smash everything guy.
• He's not that quick on his feet. His strides are large but he's not going to be sprinting around like some. While he isn't immobile he isn't going to be winning any footraces.
• He's a single-minded being, someone that focuses entirely on one goal at a time. It's difficult to sidetrack or persuade him once he has himself set.
• Like many of his race Cesk lacks refined charisma. He's not going to charm anyone with words. He fits more as an intimidating force. His species is also known to give off 'blank' looks which has often led to his intelligence being underestimated.

Equipment:

• DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle
• DL-18 blaster pistol
• Vibrosword
• His armor
• Thermal detonators

Backstory:
Cesk was born on his species' homeworld, Kintan. A harsh, Hutt controlled planet, his people were slaves and vassels to the Hutt cartel. His imposing stature made him an ideal pick for a bodyguard and enforcer for one of the Hutt lords. He'd find himself in servitude of the cruel Kluash the Hutt, who'd throw the young Nikto into fights at every chance. Forced training sessions with axe, blade and blaster until he never missed a single attack. He was raised to be vicious and utterly loyal to his master, an unflinching ever watchful eye for the Hutt lord. As he reached adulthood he'd became the ferocious warrior his master had envisioned, and he'd find himself at Kluash's side as a bodyguard at seemingly every moment. 'Incidents' were a rarity with such a hulking presence on guard, and Cesk helped the Hutt grow in power and wealth.

Frequent missions for the Hutt that Cesk would be tasked with were as an enforcer. He'd often visit business partners of Kluash who'd be late or lacking on debts, then either come back to his master with credits or a poor sap in chains. These outings were some of the ways in which Cesk saw the galaxy outside of Hutt space, where the Empire ruled with an iron fist. The first seeds of doubt were planted into his mind. That life existed outside of the chains of servitude. He was unfortunately in no position to escape, and being wanted by the Hutts was an ideal way to meet an excruciatingly brutal end. Cesk also took notice of the bounty hunters which frequented his master's domain, rogues which lived a life or infamy and danger, with total freedom to boot. Another dream which filled the thoughts of the chained giant.

Fate would smile upon Cesk, as his master would enter into a bitter feud with another Hutt lord. Mutho the Hutt would enter into a territorial dispute with Kluash, which also involved a very valuable spice mine. Exchanged threats escalated into random acts of violence. When two powerful crime lords battled everyone else felt the reverberations. The Nikto was at Kluash's side during the conflict, the top bodyguard for the Hutt lord. In the dead of night he was given a coded message, an offer of freedom from Mutho, if Cesk were to take part in an assassination scheme against his master. Sick of his master's abuse he accepted the deal, well aware of the consequences of failure. The chance for freedom was worth anything.

A meeting was arranged between both the crime lords, the long running feud had taken its toll on both Hutt and they desired a compromise. Instead the meeting turned rapidly into violence, blaster bolts filled the neutral meeting ground as the forces clashed. Cesk would retreat alongside his master as the battle raged on, as the two took refuge inside a building. It was at that moment the Nikto decided to go through with the scheme and slammed his vibrosword through Kluash's skull. At that moment he felt a bullrush of emotions, at an almost stunning rate. Elation, sadness, confusion and happiness all hit him at once as Mutho's men kicked open the doors. The rival Hutt kept his promise and freed the turncoat Nikto.

The galaxy was his oyster, as Cesk basked in his newfound freedom. He'd take whatever jobs would put credits in his pocket, like the business he'd done under his former master. Bodyguarding important clients, mercenary work and his personal favorite, bounty hunting. The lifestyle suited him perfectly, already well accustom to having worked underneath one of the most despicable crime lords in the galaxy. His new line of work seemed like a walk in the park compared to that. Cesk slowly built a reputation as an efficient, dominant force in the field. Raw strength and brutality over fancy finesse. He'd take jobs across the galaxy, working with whoever offered him the most credits.

With the death of the Emperor he has found himself not lacking in jobs. The most recent mysterious job invitation having taken his current interest.

What Are You Listening To?

Mass Effect: Cat and Mouse

_{C A L L A N M O R R O W
⟁ 26 ⟁ Male ⟁ Human ⟁ Adept}

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

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Callan stands an even six feet in height, his frame athletic and sturdy. He has masculine facial features and a light complexion with two fierce green eyes. He's clean shaven with a rough jawline and strong chin. During his time on Omega he has gotten a tattoo, an intricate design which encompasses much of his neck. On the right side of his chest he has had his gang's insignia tattooed. He's also had both of his ears pierced and cut his hair into a non-regulation style if he was still in Cerberus. Its all part of embracing the newfound freedom the runaway now has.

He has kept himself in top shape, training as if he had never left Cerberus. His figure is muscular, but not overly so, possessing a swiftness to it akin to an elite athlete. His body is dotted with scarring, bruises and marks from his time in Cerberus. Having been put under the needle to enhance his powers and beaten when he disobeyed their orders. He keeps this scarring hidden from others. Having fully embraced his new role on Omega, every step of his is filled with a fullbodied confidence. His expressions echo this sentiment, Callan never shows any fear, or emotions that could be construed as weak. Among his underlings his voice sounds like a hammer against wood, when he speaks others listen. One look into his eyes it can easily be realized that this is a man that has embraced his role as the driving force of his gang, the Void Angels.

Its most common to find Callan suited up in his armor when not around his gang's HQ, decked head to tie in protective but light metal. His weapons holstered precisely along his belt. Even when he is without his armor, and in a casual setting it is rare to find him unarmed. He knows how wanted he is both on Omega and off it by one of the most powerful organizations in the galaxy, Cerberus. A gang leader is someone that must always be on their guard and he is no different. His clothing choices outside of his armor are nothing fancy, a tough pairs of jeans, boots, a plain t shirt and a leather jacket is a common casual outfit for him. He is not someone who spends frivolously, nor one for high fashion.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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At the surface Callan is a rough and harsh person, with an anger deep inside of him which constantly drives him forward. He's utterly ruthless in his decisions, only caring for that which aids in his own survival as well as strengthening his gang. Life on Omega either twists or breaks a man, and it twisted Callan further than he had already been. He's as fiery with his words as he is with his weaponry, and his temper is known among those that deal with him. In past conflicts he's frequently exploded in a fury of rage and biotics, a terrifying combination. He's tossed people clear through windows or into walls in his boiling anger. His rage is something which stretched back before his time on Omega, its seemingly only becoming more fearsome in his stint as a gang leader. These outbursts are something which he has tried to work on, doing his best to keep a confident face of composure but when set off he's unable to hold back.

He's fearless in his dealings, a childhood as an experiment and an adulthood in the most ruthless organization in the galaxy tends to strip any outward fear from a man. Callan tends to charge into situations head on, some would call this reckless. Though he is not a fool, he will plan ahead and listen to advice of others if its presented well enough. He rules the Void Angels with a fist of certainty, though he is not utterly brutal with his people. He does genuinely care about the well being of its members but holds no remorse for anyone who goes against his gang. Tales of horrific things he's done to his enemies frequently fill the airways of Omega. His ambition is known among the power players of the Omega scene, that Callan seeks to further expand while gaining more power and credits.

Callan internally is a different man than the brutal, unflinching gangster he presents himself as. He holds a ton of emotion inside, accumulated trauma stretching back to childhood. Its where the great anger comes from, the rage which pushes him on. He's vulnerable emotionally, having closed himself off to others, not allowing anyone to see what goes on inside of him. Callan is not one that speaks much of himself or of his past, as there is too much pain to it. Too much that it would come off as a weakness which is not something he could afford. He still fears Cerberus, that they will one day drag him back into their wretched confines and hurt him more. Further turn him into a weapon to push towards their horrific goals. A large part of his goals of strengthening himself and his gang is to make himself impervious from Cerberus, should they ever discover where he is.

_{S K I L L S}

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• Years of combat experience with knowledge of battle tactics
• Charisma and leadership
• Interrogation and torture methods
• Biotic mastery

_{A B I L I T I E S}

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• Pull
• Throw
• Warp
• Shockwave
• Singularity

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

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• M-12 Locust submachine gun
• M-6 Carnifex heavy pistol
• Combat knife

What Are You Listening To?

[Deep Core, 6 ATC 4] Mission: Harvest Moon

With deliberate, but careful footsteps Zes moved down the corridor. Before he turned down a corner he paused, then drew his lightsabers slowly. He felt something in the Force, like an itch in the back of his skull. The assassin took a deep breath, then flicked on his matching weapons as he turned the corner. A sudden pause in his stride was brought as he found himself staring down a robed figure, the unmistakable aura of a Jedi knight shimmered in the force around them. Zes stared angrily at the Jedi, the twin blades of his crimson red lightsabers shimmering as he walked slowly towards his enemy.

"Stop right there Sith, drop your weapons immediately. We can end this peacefully." The Jedi exclaimed, a calm looking Mon Calamari. The amphibious being had not drawn his own lightsaber, though Zes could make out of the shape of it on the Jedi's left hip.

"Peace? Your ship is under attack. You're all going to die. Every single one of you." The falleen replied coldly, no peace or mercy would occur today.

"You're making a huge mistake, more Republic ships will arrive soon and your disgusting assault on the convoy will end. Give yourself up." The Jedi replied, as Zes took another step towards them. Then he too drew his own lightsaber, the green blade expunging from handle as he flickered it on.

The assassin twirled his weapons around menacingly, watching as the Jedi crouched into a defensive stance and tried to read Zes' motions. The standoff proceeded for a few more seconds before the aggressive Sith dashed forward, using the Force to launch himself at an incredible speed at his opponent. Both his blades spun as he slashed for the mon calamari's gut, nearly ending the duel before it could begin. He grunted as the Jedi met his attack with a well practiced block, green clashing with red as Zes contorted his body and hung in the air. He carved downwards as he landed on the opposite side of his opponent, trying to catch them off guard. The Jedi then quickly went on the offensive, reaching out with a flurry of slashes aimed at Zes, causing the Sith to backpedal with his own blocks. The Jedi was not a terrible combatant, Zes almost felt himself breaking a sweat as the two exchanged attacks.

Then Zes kicked it up a notch as he slipped to the side, just barely avoiding taking a lightsaber through the hip as he shifted out of the way. He let out a howl as he slammed both of his lightsabers directly forward, a smile slipping onto his face as he felt them tear through flesh. A loud clang sounded in the hallway as the Jedi dropped his lightsaber, staring ahead in shock as death took a grasp on the fool's soul. Zes shut off his own weapons, having won the duel as the Mon Calamari slumped to the floor in a heap. The assassin shook his head at his now vanquished opponent, before continuing on his way. He found what he was searching for, a pair of doors which lead to the surveillance room. As he attempted to open them he was met with resistance, the ones inside having locked them to prevent entry.

Once more he ignited his lightsabers, then shoved the twin blades into the doorframe. Zes had to move quickly, as he dragged the blades through the metal of the door he traced a hole large enough for him to fit through. The ship shook slightly underneath his feet, the battle still raging on the outside, and now the inside of the spacecraft. Metal screeched and burned underneath his lightsabers as he forced his way inside the room. Smoke emitted from the blades as he finished the job, then he kicked forcefully, then again as the metal door slammed forwards into the room. The smile on his face rapidly vanished as he heard blasters fire, and bolts slammed into the opening, causing him to duck to the side. He groaned as one had made contact with his stomach, his armor having absorbed most of the blow, though an ache sounded in the area of impact from the force of it. More shots rang out, crashing into the wall of the hallway opposite from the doorway.

He sighed, trying to think of a plan on the fly. Explosives weren't a choice here, he'd destroy the equipment inside and have made this journey for nothing. He did not believe there were many armed personnel inside of the room though, judging by the amount of shots fired. He'd wager at most three armed with blasters. Then the Sith figured it out, calling upon the Force he expelled an illusion into the room in one direction. To the Republic fools within it would seem as if Zes had just charged inside without a care in the world, drawing their attention. Predictably the men opened fire, in reality leaving a smoky mess on the wall. A moment later the Sith dashed inside, charging in from the opposite side of the room as the illusion. The poor trio of soldiers had no time to react as the actual Zes was upon them, slashing into the nearest one, nearly carving the man in half before he lunged towards the next and impaled him upon a lightsaber. As the third shifted to react he was launched upwards, slammed into the ceiling before Zes was upon him too and drove both blades through the poor sap's chest. They never had a chance against such a superior opponent.

With all immediate danger having been exterminated Zes took in another deep breath as he switched off his lightsabers and placed them back on his hip. He removed his helmet and walked towards a set of monitors displaying a multitude of views of the ship. Many of which were occupied with scenes of combat and death. Zes set down his helmet on a desk, then sat down gingerly down in a seat in front of a console connected to the monitors. His gut tingled slightly, he was certain he would find a bruise there later from the bolt which had struck him. The pain would only drive him harder to succeed and not allow such a mistake to happen again. As his eyes took in the monitors he focused on one in particular, which displayed a dark haired woman in a cell accompanied by a single Jedi.

It had to be her. Selene, oh how fun it will be to meet her.

Zes removed a computer spike from his belt then slammed the device into the side of the console, the screen rapidly flashed different displays before it allowed him access. He quickly downloaded a layout of the interior of the ship, narrowing in on the location of the brig in which the target was being held. Then he rose up from his seat and used the Force to utterly destroy the console, the monitors exploded in a flurry of glass as he crushed them. The Sith warrior then placed his helmet back on as he walked out of the room, sidestepping the torn door as he re-emerged into the hallway. He mapped the most rapid path to the target with his helmet's display, delighted to find that he was not that far from it at his current location. He ran down a hallway, then another one, pausing as a trooper squad stormed down an adjacent corridor, the soldiers too focused on a nearby firefight to even notice the wandering Falleen.

A turn down another hallway caused him to pause, counting a number of bodies in a trail leading to a doorway. Two clad in the robes of Jedi. Another Sith (or more) must have been here, which likely meant they had reached to the target first, to Zes' rage. He slammed his fist into a nearby wall, swearing loudly and leaving a dent behind before he walked ahead. He stepped through the doorway into the brig to find two beautiful women before him, in any other situation he would have been delighted by that prospect. His eyes danced over both of their frames, as he subtly clenched his left fist. A fiery haired Sith clad in red was there, alongside the mysterious Selene. Still, the day was not done, he would be the one to bring back Selene personally. Two consecutive failures were not something that Zes tolerated.

"I'm guessing you're the cause of all the impressive carnage out there? Too bad I did not arrive sooner." Zes stated to his fellow Sith, it was not small feat to carve through two Jedi. A third Jedi laid dead nearby, though who had killed him seemed different than the other two. It only dawned upon Zes that this mysterious stranger who had been the reason he and the others were aboard this wretched Republic filled ship was the cause of that death.

"You're free of those Republic dogs now. The Empire sent quite the strike force to get you. Though it does not seem like you needed rescuing." He added as he spoke to the dark haired woman, feeling the Force shiver powerfully around her.

[Approved] Jedi Master Dominik Rothul

@Bea I think the Force powers and abilities are pretty balanced and reasonable for someone of his age and status. Has my (final needed) approval! Welcome to the council.

On a sidenote he probably will be friendly with Kyla as they both sit on the council.

[Approved] Private Xadi Vrutriri, Vyshtal-6

Gonna put down my approval as well!

[Deep Core, 6 ATC 4] Mission: Harvest Moon

The frantic sounds of mass activity aboard the Sith freighter made Zes feel cramped. The shifty assassin had joined the mission at the request of the powerful Darth Katherion. She had personally ordered him to take part in it, feeling his skillset was ideal for the job. It was not the type of mission that he would've personally volunteered for. He was not typically one for ordering around soldiers, too much potential for risk or getting caught in a massive firefight. His fellow Sith did not strike any fear in the veteran assassin, he kept his distance from them, only keeping distance watchful eyes upon them. Two pretty human apprentices and a hulking brute of a pureblood. They would not interfere with his own mission plan, which he'd hatched in the hours before launch of assault. The dashing Falleen would slip onto the Republic vessel containing the one known as 'Selene', slice into a console. map the ship and find her location. It ran some high risk in that he would be slinking by himself through a heavily guarded enemy ship but every mission came with its own risk and yet success was quite often in the cards for the accomplished assassin.

As he walked through the bustling hangar his eyes danced through its confines at all the soldiers readying themselves for a difficult operation. He could sense the nerves in several of them, some of them were not even Sith troopers. They were freelancers who were paid to fight in the raid, from different walks of life than the rank and file trooper elite. He could feel how a group of them looked at him as he ascended the ramp of one of the boarding craft, clad in his fearsome Sith armor, helmet in hand. Some were already inside, seated and chattering among themselves while a trio stood outside having a vulgar chat about some twi'lek women. Laser beam gazes were upon him as he walked silently towards one of the empty seats in the corner of the ship. One of the freelance soldiers across from him leaned over to another, letting out a whisper and a quick laugh as both men stared at Zes. A third stood near them, a mean looking human man with an intense tribal tattoo across the right side of his face smirking widely. The group continued their chit chat as the Sith assassin sat silently, eyes towards the floor, deep in thought.

Zes wondered if he was the first falleen these mercenaries had seen, at least one within the Empire. Aliens in the Sith ranks were not a common sight, he was the only of his people that he knew of who was in the Sith order. He wagered to guess they had been expecting either a human or a pureblood, but more likely not a Force user to be accompanying them. He'd noticed that the other Sith warriors had elected to stick closer together, Ves had put in a direct request with Captain Corvinian to be aboard a more discreet ship in the boarding party entourage. Multiple Sith warriors altogether would draw all sorts of eyes, blasters and lightsabers, as would a ship emptying elite troopers onto the Republic vessel. As soon as Zes and the freelancers were aboard he would split from them, direct them to go cause mayhem in a different part then he was going. Hopefully he'd be able to sneak away and avoid any major Republic forces. Even if he did then his strength with the Force would allow him to succeed.

"So you're fighting with us, sir?" A voice broke Zes from his thoughts, as he glanced up from his seated position to find the tattooed mercenary speaking to him. The smile had gone from the man's expression, though his friends across the eisle were still smiling and watching the conversation with interest. He was surprised the man had addressed him formally, but that might've mostly been the merc not wanting to anger the 'fierce Sith warrior'.

"Briefly, yes." Zes firmly replied, placing his helmet in the empty seat beside him as he looked the man in the eyes.

"Briefly, sir?" The mercenary replied, apparently slightly confused at the assassin's reply.

"Yes. I'm not one for charging down corridors and blowing everything up. I'll leave that honor to you, you can take all the glory. All I ask is that when we get aboard the ship is that you and your, friends, cause a commotion. Any republic soldiers you see I want them gunned down immediately and brutally. Throw detonators, make them soil themselves in shock and fear. I'm going to slip away and hack into their systems." Zes stated with a nod, speaking plainly and calmly.

"What about any Jedi?" The human replied, scratching the back of his bald head.

"They're not immune to blasters or explosives. Just don't allow them to close in on you. Open fire with everything you've got and they won't be an issue." The assassin replied, staring at the man with his blazing orange eyes.

"Yes, sir." The mercenary replied.

"Excellent. I am sure you will all do a great job." He added, then stopped looking at the freelancer, eyes returning towards the floor. The mercenary took it as an abrupt sign that the conversation was over and returned to his friends.

Zes remained silent as the shuttle slowly filled up with gathered mercenaries. Each one trying to look more fearsome than the last one. Some of them were non-humans, aliens that had signed up to kill at the reward of credits. All that mattered to him was that they could hold their own and provide an ample distraction for him to accomplish his own battle plans. He had faith that the Empire would not have hired them if they couldn't fight. The assassin was confident in the mission, as he always was.

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The ship rumbled and rocked as it streamlined through the stars towards the formerly unsuspecting Republic convoy. As they zoomed across the emptiness of space the pilot hollered from the cockpit, screaming for everyone onboard to strap in tight and hold on. One of the mercenaries laughed with cockiness at the comment before he was bounced out of his seat and skid across the floor by an intense rumble. He embarrassingly tried to get to his feet and make his way back to his seat. Zes smirked at the sight from underneath his helmet, his hands clenching onto the straps of his seatbelts. The Sith had the element of surprise but the damn Republic were defending themselves now. There were no windows in the back of the boarding vessel to peek out of and see the chaos occurring but with every single shake of the ship Zes could feel it in his bones. He did not believe they were being directly hit by laser fire, the sounds and shaking would be even more intense.

"We're getting close! Woah!" The pilot exclaimed, as he swiveled the controls sharply and avoided a barrage of rapid laser bolts.

One of the freelancers lurched over and vomited, gagging as he he held onto his gut. Several of the mercenaries left as one of them sitting next to him patted the unfortunate man on the back. Zes himself was not custom to such aggressive flight, but he'd managed to keep from losing his last meal, thankfully.

"Alright we're in the clear, boarding gear deploying. Got some fighters covering our entrance, keeping anyone off our asses." The pilot shouted as their rapid flight through the stars had slowed down, the rumbling have calmed as they idled beside one of the the large Republic vessels. Then he flipped a switch as the mercenaries began to unbuckle themselves and ready for their deployment.

"Form up on me, we're gonna tear through this ship and make those bastards bleed. We have to provide our Sith friend here a distraction so he can break off and hack into the ship's systems." The bald mercenary shouted as he removed his blaster rifle from his back, around him the others did the same. A scarred trandoshan clad in heavy armor readied a massive heavy blaster rifle, a wide smile on his face.

"We're not gonna be the only ones boarding this vessel, if we find allies we link up with them and carry on the attack. Whoever guns down the most Republic dogs gets a cozy bonus." The freelancer added with a laugh as the side door opened, the breach about to begin. Zes was on his feet, in the back of the group.

"Go, go!" The pilot shouted from the front of the ship, as he slapped his hand against the back wall of the cockpit, emphasizing the need for everyone to pile out and start the attack.

The mercenaries charged through the boarding tube, hollering as they slammed out the otherside into the Republic ship. They nearly trampled each other over as they bull-rushed through, bloodlust in their minds. Zes was the last one to emerge, as an orgy of combat exploded around him. He ducked to avoid a shot which slammed into the ceiling, leaving a black smoulder where it crashed. Blaster bolts careened down the corridor as the freelancers pushed down the hall to their left, drawing the attention of the Republic soldiers who greeted the boarding party with returned fire. Flash grenades exploded down the alley, blinding Republic eyes caught in the blasts. The trandoshan screamed as he popped from a side wall of cover, slamming an angry stream of blaster bolts towards their enemies. The Sith assassin smiled as he dropped a smoke grenade where he emerged, expertly covering his retreat down the opposite corridor, away from the action.

As Zes paced down it the sounds of action only increased, he could hear more Republic boots storming down the opposite hallways, drawing more attention away from the one in which he moved down. The Sith had to give the mercenary band some credit, they did what he had asked of them perfectly. He only hoped they would hold their own and keep as much attention on themselves as possible. He turned his head briefly towards their direction, as he heard more screams as they pushed even more ahead. Then he glanced ahead of himself, finding several winding corridors and hallways in which he could head down. He had a momentary stealth advantage, though he was certain there were cameras which he'd have to make short work of. Thankfully Zes had made sure to pack several computer spikes, he would need to properly map the vessel so he knew where was going. As he slipped down one of the corridors he felt the Force tinge in the back of his head, as if he it called out to him. He'd bet this was the ship 'Selene' was being held on.