Star Wars: Eyes of God Chapter 5 - First Job

Inside a decrepit warehouse a bunch of men sat celebrating in a room. The room stank of sweat, alcohol, and something fouler that clung to the damp, moldy walls. The building looked ready to collapse—cracks ran through the duracrete, wires hung exposed from the ceiling, and broken furniture littered the floor. The air was thick with the smell of spice smoke, cheap liquor, and unwashed bodies. Gang symbols were scrawled haphazardly across the walls, crude marks claiming the space for whoever was in charge.

A group of guards lounged around a makeshift table in the center of the room. A Rodian, two humans, and a Weequay sat on mismatched chairs, laughing and shouting over one another. One of them shoved a woman forward. She wore nothing but rags and a shock collar around her neck, the attached chain dragging along the ground as she stumbled. The Rodian yanked on the chain, pulling her closer to pour another round of drinks.

"Move faster, karking skug," the Rodian growled, slapping the back of her head. She didn't make a sound, but her hands trembled as she set the drinks on the table.

Another guard, one of the humans, kicked a scrawny man lying on the floor nearby. The man was filthy, his clothes barely holding together. He held his hands out, pleading.

"Please," the man said, his voice hoarse. "Just a little food."

The human laughed. "Food? You think you get to eat? You're lucky we let you breathe."

The Weequay leaned back in his chair, biting into a chunk of meat while grease dripped down his chin. He watched the exchange with amusement. "Should've worked harder if you wanted to eat. Pathetic."

The scrawny man didn't give up. He crawled closer, his hands still outstretched. "Please... anything."

The human sneered, pulling a blaster from his holster. Without hesitation, he shot the man in the chest. The scrawny man fell backward, clutching the wound, his face frozen in shock. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room.

"Good aim," the Rodian said, raising his glass in a mock toast.

The Weequay shook his head. "Boss ain't gonna like that. He wanted them alive. Now you've made a mess."

The human shrugged. "One less mouth to feed."

Before they could argue further, a low rumble echoed through the room. The walls shook slightly. The guards froze, their laughter fading. The Rodian tilted his head, his antennae twitching.

"What was that?" he asked, his voice tense.

Another sound followed—blaster fire, faint but getting closer. It was joined by muffled screams from behind a heavy metal door that led to the hallway. The guards exchanged uneasy glances.

"Who the hell is that?" the Weequay muttered, standing up and grabbing his blaster rifle.

The others followed suit, quickly arming themselves. The Rodian barked orders. "Get into position. Whatever's out there isn't leaving."

The humans ducked behind overturned tables, their blasters aimed at the door. The Weequay crouched by the far wall, rifle trained on the entrance. The Rodian gestured to one of the others. "Open the door. See what's going on."

The human hesitated. "Why me?"

"Because I karking said so!" the Rodian snapped.

The human muttered under his breath but obeyed. He crept toward the door, his blaster trembling slightly in his hands. The screams had stopped. There was only silence now. He reached for the control panel, glancing back at the others for reassurance.

A voice boomed from the other side. "Almighty Push."

The door exploded inward, slamming into the human. He flew backward, the door crushing him against the wall. Blood splattered across the cracked duracrete.

Kyle stood in the doorway, his lightsaber ignited in his hand. The blue blade hummed as he jumped, flipping in the air. The guards fired, but he moved faster than their eyes could follow. The Rinnegan let him see every shot before they came, every movement before it happened. He landed in a crouch, deflecting a blaster bolt back at the Rodian. It hit him in the throat, dropping him instantly. The Weequay fired, but Kyle reached out with the Force, yanking the rifle from his hands. The weapon flew into Kyle's grip, and he fired a quick burst into the Weequay's chest. The alien crumpled, gasping as smoke poured from the wounds.

The remaining human screamed, spraying bolts wildly. Kyle deflected them with ease, closing the distance in seconds. He grabbed the man's arm, twisting it until the blaster fell. With one clean swing, his lightsaber cut through the human's neck, the head rolling to the ground.

The Rodian tried to crawl away, clutching at his burned throat, but Kyle wasn't done. He stepped forward, slamming his boot onto the Rodian's chest. The alien squirmed, his wide eyes filled with terror.

Kyle's lightsaber hovered inches from the Rodian's face. "Where's your boss?"

The Rodian choked, unable to answer. Kyle pressed harder with his boot, the pressure cracking ribs.

"Answer me," Kyle said, his tone cold.

The Rodian's eyes rolled back as his body went limp. Kyle stepped back, letting the corpse slump to the floor. The room was silent except for the hum of his lightsaber and the crackle of burning blaster wounds. He deactivated the blade, clipping it to his belt. The chained woman stood frozen in the corner, her wide eyes fixed on him.

Kyle stepped toward the slave girl, reaching out to help her up. He barely heard the thud from above before someone landed right where he'd been standing. Kyle flipped backward as an electrostaff swung toward him. The air buzzed with electricity as the staff missed him by inches.

The man didn't stop. He came at Kyle, thrusting the staff toward his chest. Kyle shifted to the side, smacking the staff away with his forearm before stepping forward and striking the man's wrist with his knuckles. The staff jerked in the man's grip but stayed in his hands. Kyle ducked as the man swung the other end of the staff toward his head.

Kyle moved in close, trapping the man's arms between them. He punched the man's ribs three times in rapid succession, each blow landing with a dull thud. The man grunted, trying to swing the staff down onto Kyle's back, but Kyle raised his arm, deflecting the strike while driving his elbow into the man's throat.

The man staggered back, coughing, but Kyle didn't let up. He stepped in, slamming his palm into the man's face, breaking his nose. Blood sprayed as the man tried to swing wildly with the staff, but Kyle caught it mid-swing and yanked it downward. He let the momentum carry him forward, ramming his shoulder into the man's chest and slamming him into the wall.

The man swung again, using the wall to push back against Kyle. Kyle sidestepped, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it. The staff clattered to the ground. Kyle released the wrist and drove his knee into the man's stomach. The man doubled over, wheezing, and Kyle followed up with an uppercut that snapped the man's head back.

The man lunged, trying to tackle Kyle. Kyle stepped to the side, hooking his arm around the man's and twisting it hard. The man's scream echoed in the room as his shoulder dislocated. Kyle shoved him to the ground and kicked him in the ribs. The man rolled, trying to crawl away, but Kyle stepped on his hand, grinding his boot down.

The man swung his other arm, trying to grab Kyle's leg, but Kyle grabbed the arm and twisted, forcing the man onto his back. Kyle drove his fist into the man's face, once, twice, three times, until the man's head lolled to the side.

Kyle stood up, rolling his shoulders. He glanced down at the unconscious man, blood pooling around his head. "You picked the wrong guy, idiot," Kyle muttered before turning back to the slave girl.

The girl whimpered, her hands tugging at the shock collar. Kyle extended a hand, using the Force to unlock the collar. It snapped open and fell to the ground. The girl gasped, rubbing at the red marks on her neck.

"Get out of here," Kyle said, nodding toward the exit.

She shook her head. "My sister. She's downstairs. Please."

Kyle groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Downstairs? Let me guess, that's where the boss is too?"

She nodded. "He has an office there. It overlooks... the product."

Kyle sighed. "Of course it does. Alright, go outside and wait for me. I'll get your sister."

The girl hesitated. "You'll—"

Kyle cut her off. "Go. Now. Before I change my mind."

She nodded quickly and ran toward the exit. Kyle waited until the door slammed shut behind her before turning to the back door. Kyle looked down at the unconscious guy sprawled on the ground, blood dripping from his busted nose. He threw his hands on his hips and burst into laughter. "Oh, man! This universe's Kyle is a freakin' legend!" He stepped over the guy, giving him a nudge with his boot. "Next time, don't mess with a guy who can turn your face into a speedbag, huh?"

He walked over to the control panel on the wall, wiping the grime off the screen with the edge of his sleeve. "Alright, big scary gangsters, let's see what kind of security a bunch of Hutt-wannabes use." The screen flickered to life, displaying a password prompt. Kyle rubbed his chin, tilting his head. "Ooh, a password. Spicy. What is it? '1234'? 'BossRulez'? 'Password'?"

He leaned in closer, his Rinnegan focusing on the keypad. The faint imprints of greasy fingers glowed faintly on the numbers. "Oh, come on. Don't make this too easy for me," he said, running through the obvious combinations in his head.

The first guess didn't work. Neither did the second. Kyle tapped the edge of the panel, grinning. "Alright, alright. You've got me sweating. Third time's the charm." He entered another combination, and the screen let out a cheerful beep. The menu unlocked.

Kyle threw up his hands in mock celebration. "And just like that, I'm in! If there's a medal for Most Predictable Passwords, you guys are getting first place!"

He started scrolling through the options, navigating the menus with a few quick taps. A building schematic popped up, complete with room labels and connecting pathways. Kyle leaned closer, his grin widening. "Oh, this is the good stuff. Show me what you've got, boys." He tapped another button, pulling up the camera feeds.

The images were low-quality, but clear enough to show the chaos below. Dozens of slaves were crammed into tiny cages, their faces gaunt and defeated. Guards paced back and forth, laughing and drinking while shoving the occasional prisoner against the bars. One of the guards dragged a young Twi'lek girl by the arm toward the center of the room, where more goons waited.

Kyle's grin disappeared, replaced by a scowl. "Okay, now I'm pissed." He flipped through more cameras, his fingers moving faster. He stopped when he saw what he was looking for: a small office overlooking the pens, separated by a thick transparisteel window. A chunky guy in a stained jacket sat inside, barking orders into a comm while chomping on something that looked like it was still alive.

Kyle pulled up the schematic again. His eyes traced the layout, stopping at a highlighted vent running from his location to a bathroom connected to the bosses office. "Well, hello there, sneaky little shortcut," he said, tapping the screen. "Don't mind if I do."

He turned to the nearest vent cover and cracked his knuckles. "Alright, Kyle. Time to show this universe why you're the king of sneaky operations, I'll show them what six years of running and hiding from bullies does." He raised his hand, using the Force to twist the screws loose. The cover clattered lightly, but Kyle caught it mid-fall, setting it aside. He jumped up, grabbing the edge of the vent and pulling himself inside. The metal shaft groaned under his weight as he crawled forward, his elbows and knees making dull thuds against the surface. "Man, it's like being back in a school crawl space," he muttered, pushing himself through. "Except now I have a laser sword and eyeballs that can see almost anything. Glow up, achieved."

He passed over a grate that overlooked the pens below. The sight made him pause. The slaves were huddled together in the cramped space, their faces pale and frightened. The guards shoved them around, laughing and trading bets over who would collapse next. Kyle's jaw tightened. "Yeah, you guys are gonna love me when I show up," he muttered before continuing down the vent. The vent narrowed as it turned, forcing Kyle to twist his body to fit through. He reached the end and spotted another cover. Raising his hand, he used the Force again to pop the screws free. The cover wobbled and fell into the room below, and Kyle caught it before it could hit the floor.

He dropped into the bathroom, landing softly on his feet. Kyle grimaced, waving a hand in front of his nose. "Man, do you guys ever clean? This place smells like a Wookiee threw up in a spice den."

Kyle turned to the bathroom door and placed a hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. He tilted his head, listening to the faint sounds of shouting and laughter below. "Alright, Mr. Big Boss. Let's see what you're made of."

...

Inside the office, Granno the Huttspawn, the self-proclaimed "King of the Undercity," leaned back in his reinforced chair. His massive gut spilled over the sides, and his greasy face was smeared with the remains of whatever he was shoveling into his mouth. His stained hands grabbed at a pile of roasted meat dripping with juice, some of it falling onto the cluttered desk in front of him. He licked his fingers noisily, ignoring the mess he made. Empty bottles and half-eaten scraps surrounded him, the stench of spoiled food filling the room.

Next to him sat Lanko, the traitor who'd sold out the Blood Oracle gang. He was thin, his face sunken, his eyes darting around the room like a cornered animal. His bony fingers trembled as he held a half-empty glass of something Granno had poured for him. Lanko stared at the door, his voice shaky. "I don't like this. They could send someone after me. The Blood Oracle doesn't just let things go."

Granno laughed, his gut shaking. Bits of meat flew from his mouth, landing on the desk. "Who's coming for you? The Blood Oracle?" He shoved another chunk of meat into his mouth and grinned. "They're finished. Thanks to you, we've got their territory. Their money. Their slaves. We're untouchable now."

Lanko didn't look convinced. He wrung his hands, staring at the door like it might burst open any second. "We should triple the guards. Double's not enough. You don't know what they'll—"

Granno slammed his fist on the desk, the plates and bottles clattering. "Shut up, Lanko! You're worse than the womp rats scurrying through this karking building. Stop crying and grow a spine!"

Granno yanked the chain attached to the slave girl kneeling at his feet. She stumbled forward, nearly spilling the tray of drinks she held. Her outfit barely qualified as clothing, and her eyes stayed fixed on the ground. Granno grabbed a drink from the tray, draining it in one long gulp before tossing the empty glass aside.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Why can't you be quiet like this one, huh? She knows her place. Doesn't whine every five seconds like some scared little sleemo."

The girl didn't respond, her trembling hands gripping the tray tightly. Granno shoved her back toward the floor, laughing as she scrambled to keep her balance.

Lanko's voice cracked as he started up again. "We need more security! I'm telling you, they'll come—"

The door exploded inward, slamming against the wall with a deafening crash. Granno and Lanko froze, their heads snapping toward the entrance. Kyle stood in the doorway, his lightsaber ignited in one hand, his other hand resting on his hip. He smirked, looking them over like they were dirt under his boots.

"Well, well, well," Kyle said, stepping into the room. "What do we have here? A walking health violation and his scrawny little pet rat."

Granno spluttered, wiping at his greasy mouth. "Who the hell are you?"

Kyle grinned wider. "Oh, don't play dumb, tubby. You know exactly who I am. I'm the guy your buddy Lanko here was so scared of. Guess what, genius? He was right."

Lanko scrambled out of his chair, his hands raised. "Wait! I can explain!"

Kyle pointed his lightsaber at him. "Oh, I'm sure you can, but guess what? I don't care."

Lanko bolted toward the back of the room, but Kyle didn't let him get far. He raised his hand, activating Universal Pull. Lanko screamed as he was yanked off his feet, flying across the room and slamming into the desk. Kyle grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up. "You're Lanko, right? The genius who thought betraying the Blood Oracle was a good idea? Bet you didn't think you'd be dealing with me today."

Lanko stammered, his hands clawing at Kyle's grip. "P-please! I didn't have a choice!"

Kyle scoffed, tossing him to the ground. "Oh, boo karking hoo. Everyone's got choices, and you made the wrong one."

Granno reached under the desk, his fat fingers fumbling for the blaster hidden there. Kyle turned to him, rolling his eyes. "Really? You think I didn't see that coming?" He waved his hand, using the Force to fling the blaster across the room. It clattered to the floor, well out of reach.

Granno's face turned red. "You fool! Do you know who I am? I'll—"

Kyle flicked his fingers, clamping Granno's mouth shut with the Force. The big man's eyes bulged as muffled grunts escaped his throat.

Kyle leaned against the desk, looking between the two of them. "Alright, here's the deal. I came here to kill Lanko. That's the job, plain and simple. But then I walked in and saw your little slaving operation, and let me tell you, Granno, that really pissed me off. So now, I'm thinking... why stop at one?"

Lanko crawled backward, his hands shaking. "Please! I'll do anything! I can—"

Kyle sighed. "Man, you just don't shut up, do you?" He stepped forward, raising his lightsaber. With one clean swing, he cut through Lanko's neck. The traitor's head hit the floor with a dull thud, rolling a few feet before coming to a stop.

Granno let out a muffled scream, his body shaking in the chair. Kyle turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "What? You didn't think this was gonna end differently, did you?"

He grabbed a plate from the desk, tossing it into the air. Using the Force, he flung it at Granno's head with enough force to shatter the ceramic on impact. The big man slumped in his chair, blood dripping down his face. Kyle laughed before grabbing one of the shards and slitting the fat beasts throat with it and watch as he tried to catch the blood and stop it from falling.

Kyle deactivated his lightsaber, clipping it to his belt. He looked around the room, shaking his head. "Man, what a mess. You know, I think I deserve a drink after all that." He grabbed a half-full bottle from the desk, popping the cap off as he headed for the door. Time to clean up the rest of this operation.

Kyle knelt down next to Lanko's severed head, grabbing it by the hair and tilting it slightly. "Smile for the camera, you sniveling little sleemo," he muttered, pulling out his Wristlink. He snapped a quick holo of the traitor's head. He sent it directly to Zarni with a short message: "Package delivered. Tell the client they owe me."

He paused, glancing over at Granno's limp, bloodied body in the chair. "Might as well get some extra mileage out of this mess." He snapped another holo, sending it with a second message: "Freebie. You can thank me later."

Kyle stood and turned to the slave girl, who was trembling in the corner. She held the wall as if it might keep her from collapsing. Her eyes were wide, her body tense. Kyle knelt down near her, putting away his Wristlink and holding his hands up. He gave her his best grin, softening his tone. "Hey, hey. Don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm a Jedi—or I used to be, anyway. I'm here to break everyone out of this hellhole."

She looked at him, her lips trembling. She stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. "Jedi?"

Kyle nodded. "Well, ex-Jedi. Long story. What's your name?"

"Rina," she whispered, clutching her knees to her chest.

"Rina, huh? Nice to meet you, Rina. I'm Kyle. And I'm going to make sure you and everyone else here gets out in one piece." He pointed his thumb back at Granno's corpse. "Well, except for that guy. He's definitely staying."

Rina blinked, her face relaxing slightly. "Can... can you save my sister? Shes serving the ones upstairs."

Kyle tilted his head. "Your sister? Wait, wait. Does she look like you? Dark hair? Same face? Kind of a feisty vibe going on?"

Rina's eyes lit up. "Yes! That's her!"

Kyle gave her a thumbs up. "You're in luck. I've already met her. She's upstairs, waiting for you."

Rina gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes. "She's alive? She's safe?"

Kyle nodded. "Safe as she can be in this dump. She's tough. She told me about you, actually. So let's get you two reunited, yeah?"

Rina's relief turned to worry again. "But... how will we get past all the guards? There are so many."

Kyle rubbed his chin, pacing for a moment. "Yeah, good question. Let's see..." He paused, muttering to himself. "Let's think. Rinnegan's got my brain running overtime. Either that or the whole 'two souls merging' thing doubled my IQ." Either way Kyle's brain felt like it was running dozens of scenarios in his head per second and it didn't take long before he found a solution. He stopped pacing and pointed toward a room he'd seen on the blueprint earlier. "Got it. There's an area nearby. I can lead most of the guards there and take care of them all at once. Should clear the way for you and everyone else."

Kyle cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. "Gonna be a hassle, though. But hey, breaking out slaves isn't supposed to be easy, right?" He gave Rina a wink before turning toward the door.

He raised his hand, using the Force to push the door open. It slammed against the wall with a loud bang. He stepped through, his lightsaber igniting with a sharp hum. The pens stretched out in front of him, rows of cramped cages filled with terrified captives. Guards turned toward him, their blasters already drawn.

"Hey, who the hell is that?" one of them shouted.

Kyle pointed at himself. "Me? Oh, I'm just the guy who's about to ruin your whole operation. You're welcome."

Blaster fire erupted, but Kyle was already moving. He jumped onto a crate, pushing off into a flip. Bolts zipped past him as he landed on a narrow railing. He ran along it, deflecting shots with his lightsaber. One bolt ricocheted into a guard's chest, dropping him instantly.

"What the hell is a damn Jedi doing here who is he?!" another guard yelled.

Kyle grinned, dodging another volley. "Oh, I'm just an extremely handsome ex-Jedi. Fast reflexes, mind powers, and a lightsaber. You know, the usual."

He leapt from the railing, landing behind a stack of crates. A guard ran toward him, blaster raised. Kyle reached out with the Force, yanking the weapon from the guard's hands and tossing it across the room. The guard swung at him with his fists, but Kyle sidestepped and slammed his lightsaber hilt into the guy's head. The guard crumpled to the ground.

Another group of guards rushed toward him, shouting orders. "Surround him! Don't let him get away!"

Kyle darted between them, his movements unpredictable. He grabbed a loose chain hanging from the ceiling and swung across the room, kicking one guard in the face as he landed. "You guys should've spent less time drinking and more time training. Just saying."

Blaster fire followed him as he ducked behind a column. His Rinnegan traced every shot, allowing him to predict and dodge them with ease. He popped out from cover, deflecting two bolts back at the guards who fired them. Both dropped with smoking holes in their chests.

Kyle made his way toward the room he'd seen on the blueprint, taunting the guards as he moved. "Come on, is this the best you've got? I've seen drunk Rodians with better aim!"

One of the guards growled. "Shut up, you son of a—"

Kyle interrupted him by deflecting another shot into his leg. The guard screamed, collapsing to the ground. "Guess I hit a nerve, to be fair I guess that was a bit racist," Kyle said with a laugh, stepping over him.

The remaining guards followed him into the room, their blasters trained on him. Kyle turned to face them, his lightsaber still ignited. "Alright, boys. Time for a little demonstration."

He planted his feet, raising both arms. He channeled all the chakra he could muster, pouring it into the Deva Path. The energy surged through him, building with every second. He grinned, his voice loud and mocking. "Hope you guys brought insurance, because this is gonna hurt!"

"Kill him!" one of the guards shouted, firing his blaster. The others followed suit, bolts flying toward Kyle.

Kyle shouted, "Almighty Push!"

A massive wave of energy erupted from him, slamming into the guards. Their bodies flew backward, slamming into walls and each other. Bones cracked. Blood splattered across the room as some of them were crushed against crates and columns. Screams filled the air, cutting off as the energy finished them off. The room fell silent except for the groaning of one or two still barely alive, their bodies twisted and broken. Kyle exhaled, lowering his arms. He looked around at the carnage, shaking his head. "I doubt even a Jedi Knight could release that kind of power in the middle of a fight, heh maybe I've misjudged you Deva Path."

Kyle looked around at the shattered remains of the gang he had just annihilated. Bodies were scattered across the room, broken and lifeless. Blood pooled on the floor, and the walls bore the marks of his almighty push. He let out a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "Well, that escalated quickly. I was only supposed to kill the traitor. Guess I got a little carried away."

He stepped over the bodies, heading toward the next room. His boots splashed in the blood as he moved. He stopped at the door panel and pressed the controls, the door sliding open to reveal the rows of cramped cells filled with terrified slaves. Their faces lit up with confusion and fear as they saw him standing there, lightsaber still in hand.

Kyle waved casually. "Hey there, folks. Good news—you're all free now. Bad news—this place smells like bantha poodoo, so I'd leave sooner rather than later."

The slaves stared at him, not moving. Kyle groaned, rubbing his temples. "Okay, look, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm the guy who just flattened your lovely captors back there. You're free. Go upstairs, grab whatever you can carry, and then get out of here. Consider it your severance package."

He turned to the panel on the wall and activated the release mechanism. The cell doors slid open with a loud clunk, and the slaves hesitated for a moment before rushing out. They moved past Kyle, some mumbling words of thanks, others too shocked to speak.

"Go on, enjoy your new life," Kyle said as they shuffled past him. "Maybe stay away from the undercity for a while. Not exactly a vacation spot."

He watched them leave, the sound of their footsteps echoing as they made their way upstairs. Once the room was empty, Kyle turned and headed back toward the office. He found Rina still sitting in the corner, her knees pulled to her chest. She looked up at him, her body tense.

Kyle knelt down near her, giving her a nod. "All clear now. You're free to go. Your sister's waiting for you upstairs."

Rina hesitated, her hands gripping her knees. "What if... what if they come back?"

Kyle shook his head. "Trust me, they're not coming back. I made sure of that." He stood and gestured toward the door. "Go on. She's waiting for you. You'll be safe."

Rina stood slowly, her eyes darting around the room. She moved toward the door, glancing back at him once before leaving. Kyle waited until she was out of sight before turning his attention to the rest of the office. He scanned the room, his Rinnegan tracing the faint outlines of hidden compartments in the walls.

"Alright, let's see if these scumbags left me a little bonus for my trouble," he muttered, moving toward one of the compartments. He opened a panel, revealing a few scattered credits and some datapads. He pocketed the credits and glanced at the datapads before tossing them aside. "Nothing worth keeping."

He moved to the next wall, his Rinnegan catching the faint outline of a safe hidden behind a false panel. He pressed on the wall, finding the release mechanism and popping the panel open. A heavy, reinforced safe sat inside. Kyle tapped the surface, his grin widening. "Now we're talking."

He placed his hand on the safe, trying to open it with the Force. The metal didn't budge. He frowned, pulling his blue lightsaber from his belt and igniting it with a sharp hum. He drove the blade into the edge of the safe, sparks flying as the metal melted under the heat. He cut a clean square, stepping back as the safe's door fell forward with a loud clang.

Kyle deactivated his lightsaber and peered inside. Stacks of credits were piled high, neatly bundled and glowing faintly under the room's dim light. He let out a low whistle, pulling out a handful of the bundles and flipping through them. "Well, well, well. Looks like today's my lucky day."

He estimated at least 50,000 credits inside, maybe more. He grabbed as much as he could carry, stuffing it into the satchel he'd found on Granno's desk earlier. Once the safe was empty, he slung the satchel over his shoulder and stepped back, looking around the office one last time.

"Alright, time to get out of this dump," he said, heading for the door. He walked past the bodies in the other room, stepping over the debris without a second glance. The building was silent now, save for the faint hum of machinery and the occasional creak of the old structure.

Kyle reached the main exit and paused, glancing back at the carnage he'd left behind. He smirked, shaking his head. "Not bad for a day's work," he muttered, stepping out into the cool air of the undercity.