The Multiverse Hunter

Darkness blanketed the capital city of Tartek, its expanse illuminated by the pale glow of its colossal moon and the vibrant neon lights that painted the skyline. The capital was a city that never slept, and its liveliness was magnified tonight as visitors from far and wide gathered for the auction scheduled for the following day.

In one of the most prestigious nightclubs, The Veil, the energy was electric. Patrons packed the dance floor, their bodies moving in rhythm to the pulsating bass that echoed through the space. Upstairs, VIPs indulged in their vices, surrounded by luxury and excess. The auction had brought an influx of new faces, and the club was alive with their revelry.

In the staff area at the back of the club, Veronica sat alone in the small bathroom. The dull hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as she stared at the small plastic bag of poison in her hands.

'I've never killed someone before,' she thought, her grip on the bag tightening. The weight of what she was about to do pressed down on her. It wasn't just about taking a life—it was the life of Commander Dran, a man of immense power and influence. Her hands trembled as the enormity of the task made her hesitate.

Veronica took a deep, shaky breath, steeling herself for what was to come. 'It's the only way. For her.' She thought of her sister and their dream of leaving this forsaken city. She stuffed the bag deep into her pocket, washed her face with cold water, and returned to the bustling staff floor.

Up on the second floor of The Veil, the air in the VIP room was tense. Commander Dran sat stiffly in a plush leather chair, his uniform pristine and his expression stern. Opposite him sat two imposing figures: a burly Trandoshan gang leader and an elegantly dressed Chiss whose aura of arrogance filled the room.

"Your dogs have been causing chaos all over the city these past two days," Dran snapped, his voice sharp with authority.

The Trandoshan let out a low growl, his sharp claws flexing as his fist clenched. "Old man, I pay you more than enough to turn a blind eye to a little fireworks," he sneered.

"You pay me to stay out of prison, nothing more. REMEMBER THAT!" Dran's voice boomed, cutting through the heavy tension. His piercing gaze bore into the Trandoshan, daring him to test the limits of his patience.

"This is your last warning," Dran continued, leaning back in his chair. His eyes drifted to one of the half-naked dancers twirling gracefully on a nearby pole. He gestured for her to come down and approach him, a silent command she obeyed without hesitation. "The auction is causing me enough trouble without having to deal with your bullshit."

The Chiss, who had been lounging casually on the velvet couch between the two men, finally broke his silence. "Speaking of trouble," he began smoothly, his voice calm yet dripping with condescension, "it would have been helpful if you'd given us a heads-up that the Sith would be sending their dogs here…"

The Trandoshan grunted in agreement, downing a large gulp of alcohol from a heavy silver chalice.

Dran scowled, his eyes narrowing. "I didn't know they were coming until the last minute," he said defensively. "They're here for the relic. Its announcement was sudden, even to me. I've already spoken to them—they've assured me they won't cause trouble for us. As for the relic, it's beyond my jurisdiction. The Sith Council seems very interested in it."

Outside the club, the streets of the underground were filled with the thunderous sound of boots hitting pavement. Imperial troopers in pristine white armour moved with purpose, their blasters at the ready. They surrounded The Veil from every direction, forming an unbreakable perimeter around the establishment.

Leading the main force was Drogath, his massive frame encased in his custom armour. The black helmet he wore was intimidating, with his sharp horn protruding from the centre, giving him the appearance of a walking tank. Each step he took reverberated through the street, his presence alone enough to send shivers down the spines of the club's guards.

The guards stationed outside The Veil gripped their weapons tightly, their confidence wavering as they watched the Empire's forces march toward them.

The guards sent emergency signals to everyone inside, causing the guards inside to run to the entrance with their blasters drawn out, the customers inside saw that and started asking questions about what was happening.

High up in the air above the underground of the capital Ali was standing inside a flying vehicle with his hand holding onto the handle beside the open door of the vehicle which let in the cold wind hit his masked face.

Ali turned his masked face to Lena who was sitting on the seats of the vehicle, he nodded at her before jumping out of the vehicle. Once Ali jumped outside Lena pressed a button on her comms device.

Ali flew through the air descending towards the club through the vehicle hatch above it which closed right after he passed through, blocking anyone in the club from flying away.

At the entrance Drogath stood with troopers behind him aiming at the twelve guards at the entrance who aimed their blasters back at them. Their confidence in winning was nonexistent after they saw Drogath and murmurs of him being a Sith killed their confidence even more.

Suddenly, a loud BOOM shook the ground as something heavy slammed into the street, sending debris and dust flying. The guards raised their hands to shield their faces, squinting through the haze.

From behind the cloud of rubble stepped a tall figure clad in a Sith uniform. His red-and-black mask gleamed under the neon lights, and his presence radiated an aura of absolute dominance. Ali stood in front of Drogath, his posture relaxed but his tone icy as he addressed the guards.

"The Empire orders you to lay down your weapons and obey my commands," Ali said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

The guards hesitated, exchanging nervous glances. The weight of Ali's words, combined with the oppressive aura of the Sith, made their hands tremble.

THUD.

The first guard dropped his blaster to the ground, raising his hands in surrender. His actions set off a chain reaction as one by one, the remaining guards followed suit, their weapons clattering to the pavement.

Ali's piercing gaze lingered on them for a moment before he raised his hand, his index finger curling in a simple command. "Detain them," he ordered the troopers behind him.

The Imperial soldiers surged forward, collecting the guards' weapons and securing their hands in restraints.

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Author here, again I apologise for the shorter chapters, your gonna have to bear with me for the next couple chapters, I've already started writing longer chapters after the next five.

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