Decides that he will have to deal with Karrde himself, and walks into the storage room. He extracts his sense tendrils, which no cloaking device can protect from. He walks over to karrde, unconcious, deactivates and takes the personal cloaking device, takes a hundred scintak, and picks up Karrde by his neck. Karrde wakes up, somewhat. I am getting tired of you rummaging around in all of my stuff. I have taken from you exactly enough to pay for the brandy you drank, and no more, don't worry. Gives Karrde fifteen rapid punches in the chest, and tosses him onto a table in the main bar area. Cicion, still in the store rooom, brings his hand down in a chopping motion, and the table splinters in two down the middle. Karrde falls to the floor. Cicion walks into the bar area and closes and magnaseals the door to the storeroom.
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
-Han Solo