The Multiverse Hunter

"Wait!" the Chiss shouted, his voice trembling with desperation as he interrupted Veronica before she could answer.

Ali's masked face turned slowly to the kneeling alien, his cold, unreadable demeanour making the Chiss visibly shudder.

"Just say it," the Chiss stammered, his pride visibly crumbling under the Sith's oppressive gaze. "What do you want from me? I…I'll do it."

Ali released Veronica's face, his focus shifting entirely to the Chiss. "You'll oversee the guests entering through the upper entrance of the auction. The relic will leave with me," Ali declared, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable finality. "I would rather not kill you and all your friends to get it."

The Chiss nodded frantically, his blue skin paling as he accepted the order. "I understand," he said, his tone deferential. "I'll prepare right away. I have people inside the auction house who can help identify when the seller enters the premises."

Ali's mask tilted slightly, scrutinising the man before him. He then turned his attention to Dran, who was still kneeling beside the Chiss.

"Dran," Ali said, his voice sharp as a blade. "You've assisted the Chiss in plotting to kill the lords."

Dran's head snapped up, his face a mask of shock and indignation. "What? No, I did no such thing!" he protested loudly, his voice echoing in the VIP room.

Ali's tone grew darker, more dangerous. "Come on, old man, you did what I say you did," he hissed, leaning forward slightly as though daring Dran to argue further. "I have enough evidence to pin anything I want on you. So it's in your best interest to serve me loyally until I leave this planet. Understood?"

Dran's resistance faltered. His body slumped, and he lowered his head in submission. "Yes, my lord," he muttered, his voice filled with resignation.

Ali, satisfied, leaned back into the couch. "You two can leave," he said, his tone dismissive.

The Chiss and Dran exchanged uncertain glances, unsure whether to crawl or walk. Ali raised a hand lazily, gesturing them toward the door. Understanding the silent command, they scrambled to their feet and hurried out, their steps faltering slightly in their haste to escape the Sith's suffocating presence.

Once they were gone, Ali's focus shifted to Veronica, who had remained seated on his thigh, silent and still.

"Get off," he ordered, his voice colder than ever.

Veronica jumped up immediately, almost tripping over herself in her haste to put distance between them. Her heart raced as she moved to the corner of the room, thankful to be out of the Sith's reach.

Ali rose from the couch, his gaze now fixed on the mercenary writhing on the floor in pain. His arm was still twisted grotesquely, the injury causing him to shiver as he tried not to draw any further attention to himself.

Ali approached the fallen lightsaber hilt lying near the mercenary. Without breaking stride, he raised his hand, and the weapon flew into his grasp, as if answering his call.

Veronica watched in silent terror as the Sith activated the lightsaber. The crimson blade ignited with a menacing hiss, reflecting eerily off the mask's smooth surface.

The mercenary, still on the floor, clenched his teeth, his face contorted in a mix of fear and pain. His lightsaber was taken from him but could do nothing to stop it.

Ali deactivated the weapon with a snap and began to walk toward the door, holding the hilt loosely in his hand. Just before he exited, he raised his free hand toward the mercenary.

"NOO—!" the man shouted, his remaining arm outstretched as he tried to summon the Force to defend himself.

PLACK.

The mercenary's entire body exploded into a gruesome spray of blood and gore, painting the walls and furniture in the VIP room.

Veronica stood frozen, her wide eyes fixed on the aftermath. A faint warmth on her cheek brought her back to reality—she touched her face, and her hand came away slick with blood. Her stomach churned violently at the sight.

Her legs gave out, and she stumbled to her knees, staring at the horrific remains in front of her.

Outside the room, Ali stepped into the corridor where Drogath waited patiently. The troopers downstairs had already begun to file out of the club, releasing the guards they had detained. The customers, grateful to see the Sith finally leaving, stayed frozen in their seats, too frightened to move until the last trooper was gone.

"The night's not over yet," Ali said to Drogath as they boarded the waiting flying vehicle. It lifted into the air, ascending through the underground exit Lena had opened.

Ali leaned back in his seat, turning the new lightsaber hilt over in his hands. 'Two lightsabers… Nice', he thought with a smirk hidden beneath the mask.

Hours later, the club was eerily quiet. Every customer had fled as soon as Ali left, their fear too great to allow them to continue their revelry. The staff remained, tasked with cleaning the blood-soaked VIP room and repairing the damage left in the Sith's wake.

Veronica stood apart from the others, her face pale and her hands trembling as she clutched her bag. "I'm leaving," she announced, her voice barely audible over the faint sounds of cleaning equipment.

One of her coworkers looked up and approached her. "Take care of yourself, Veronica," she said gently, giving her a comforting hug. "God knows you need some rest after tonight."

Veronica forced a smile. "Thank you. I will," she replied, though deep down, she knew sleep was out of the question. One thought consumed her mind, echoing relentlessly, 'I killed a Sith'.

Veronica walked briskly through the dimly lit streets, her eyes darting nervously at every shadow. She pulled out her comms device and sent a quick message to Kale, reporting that the Sith had consumed the poison without issue.

Almost immediately, Kale responded, asking for details about what had happened in the VIP room.

She stared at the device, her mind flashing back to the mercenary's gruesome death and the Sith's hand groping her body, she could still feel his cold touch over her body. Her fingers tightened around the device, and she muttered to herself, "Fuck this."

Her response was brief, "I left right after. I don't know anything". She was done with this game of espionage, done with the lies and bloodshed. All she wanted was to escape this nightmare with her sister.

When she reached her apartment, she fumbled with her keys, her hands still trembling. As she opened the door, a shadow loomed behind her.

Her blood ran cold. 'What!'

She turned, pushing against the door to shut it, but it wouldn't budge. Her heart sank as a gloved hand gripped the doorframe, effortlessly preventing her from closing the door.

"No… No, no, no," she whispered, terror taking hold. She recognised that hand, and dread filled her veins.

Ali stepped into the apartment, his imposing figure filling the small space. Veronica stumbled backward, falling to the floor as her eyes widened in horror.

Her gaze darted to her sister's room. Ali's mask turned in the same direction, and he smirked under the mask.

"Drogath," Ali said, his voice calm yet commanding.

The giant ducked under the doorway and stepped inside.

"NO—!" Veronica screamed, lunging forward to stop him.

Ali caught her with one hand, covering her mouth and lifting her effortlessly as he pushed the door shut behind him. He carried her to the cheap couch and threw her onto it like a discarded toy.

Drogath, meanwhile, opened the door to the small bedroom. Inside, a little girl sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes groggily. When she saw the towering figure in her doorway, she blinked twice, unsure if she was still dreaming.

"Sister?" the child called out, her voice sleepy and confused.

"Please, please don't! I beg you!" Veronica cried, scrambling off the couch and clutching Ali's leg. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at him.

Ali ignored her, his cold gaze fixed on Drogath as the giant stepped out of the bedroom holding the little girl gently in one massive hand. The child seemed unnervingly calm, perhaps sensing no immediate threat from the giant.

"Sister," the girl said, her small voice breaking Veronica's heart as she clung desperately to Ali's leg.

"No! Leave her alone, please!" Veronica pleaded, her voice cracking. "She has nothing to do with this!"

She grabbed Ali's waist, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes, hoping for mercy.

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