Nienye was sitting in a nightclub, the neon lights, loud music, rowdy inhabitants, and clouds of smoke assaulting his senses. This was where Ruthless Kruul had said he’d meet him.
He had gotten to the establishment nearly thirty minutes ago and Kruul was nowhere to be found. He had hired the bounty hunter upon their arrival on Coruscant because Kruul was supposed to be an efficient killer who got his job done quickly. But Qi’ra was a formidable warrior. One of the best he had ever seen. What if Kruul wasn’t able to defeat her? The thought was terrifying, to say the least, for Qi’ra wasn’t one you wanted to have on your bad side.
First, his heartbeat started to pound harder as his eyes roamed the crowd. Then he started to tap his fingers on the table as he started to become impatient. After another ten minutes passed he stood from his seat that resided in the corner of the club and began making his way through the crowd, ignoring the joyful ruckus that surrounded him as spectators roared as a Twi’lek woman appeared on the huge stage in the middle of the nightclub to sing and dance along with the eclectic band circling her comprised of different species.
And then, he was brought to a skidding halt as he saw, standing in the small vacant circle of the nightclub, Qi’ra. She glared at him, her hand tightly gripping the sword in her hand. His heart pounded in his chest as he beheld her. He knew nothing he could say could dissuade her anger. This would be a fight to the death with only one of them on top.
He unclipped his spear, twirling it as he took a deep breath. People surrounding them hurriedly moved out of the way as they noticed the imminent fight that was about to happen.
“So you’ve found me,” Nienye said.
Qi’ra only continued to glare at him.
“For what it’s worth, Qi’ra, I’m truly sorry.”
“T-38 is dead because of you,” Qi’ra responded through clenched teeth. “I don’t need your apology.”
With that, she advanced.