The club was noisy, hazy and crowded. Aaron moved through the sea of beings to a secluded table. There he came to a balding fat man. "Hello Gregor," Aaron said nervously.
Gregor stood up and politely put his arm around Aaron revealing his true size to be much larger when not in a sitting position. "Come with me, some place less noisy," He said. The two men walked through a side door out into a hallway that leads to the dralasite steam baths that were just installed last week. As the door closes the noise fades completely. "There, now at least I can hear you," Gregor thoughtfully said. "So, how is your brother Derrick, is he still a cop?"
"Yes, h-he is," Aaron stuttered.
"Aaron? Why are you nervous? We're just here to conduct business right?" Gregor smiled a vicious smile. The doors from the steam bath room opened and two large dralasites emerge with blasters in their hands.
Aaron turns to run back into the club area but is grabbed by Gregor's powerful hands and smashed into the other side of the hallway. "OK, smart ass," Gregor says, putting his face close to Aaron's, "Now lets conduct our business."
Aaron starts to shake uncontrollably as the large dralasites get closer. His hand slides carefully into his trench coat. "Did you think you could pull a fast on ol' Gregor," Gregor says calmly. Suddenly he shouts, "Hu? You stupid bastard! You stole from me. You thought I wouldn't find out. That all was swell. You friggin' moron!"
He tosses Aaron across the hall just as he draws his blaster from his coat. Aaron fires a burst that zips by Gregor's head striking the dralasites. As the two intoxicated blobs fall to the marble floor, Aaron slams into the automatic doors and they open spilling him back into the bar.
Aaron takes mere seconds before he regains his balance and is running for the door. Behind his is Gregor drawing his Tx-17 auto pistol. Through the front doors Aaron burst and into the wet street. Two shady looking vrusks are standing by his car across the street. He bolts down an alleyway. "My lord, I killed someone. Why did they make me do that. I'm no killer but, I'm glad I trusted my gut instincts and brought my blaster," Aaron's thoughts are whipped back to his reality by the volley of bullets flying near his head.
"I got to call Derrick-" His thoughts are interrupted by a laser blast that hits him square in the chest knocking him on his back. His vision starts to go black.
Out of the shadows in front of him emerges a yazirian As he bends over Aaron's dying body Aaron looks up at his. "I know this one. I've seen him before. Where?" Aaron thinks. He tries to speak but blackness rushes upon him as the yazirian smashes his skull with the rifle butt.