Stepping out from his hiding spot, Zell stared at the Black Sun members.
"What the hell, where'd that kid come from. I thought you idiots did a sweep and said this area was clear of possible witnesses!"
The Falleen men shouted, at the other gangsters incompetence.
"W-we did, we didn't find anyone. Kid most have been asleep in some hidey hole or something"
One of the thugs said to the Fallen in a panic.
"Whatever! just handle it quickly! We can't waste any time on this so just kill him and leave his corpse as a gift for Coruscant Security to find"
Following the Falleen man's orders his three subordinates immediately pulled their blasters out from their holsters. Taking aim at Zell, who showed no fear in the face of the muzzles pointed at him.
And just before the thugs were about to pull their trigger a large object came harling at them from the side. Colliding into one of the thugs with a sickening impact, knocking him to the ground.
"What the?!"
Surprised, the Black Sun members attention were draw to their now unconscious companion who's eyes had rolled into the back of his head, lying flat out on the ground. Beside him was the hurled object, a large metal container, a piece of junk from the surrounding garbage.
As the remaining gangsters, including the Falleen man wondered about what just happened, loud creaking sounds were suddenly heard all around as dozens of large pieces of junk suddenly started raising from the surrounding trash piles, levitating into the air. Seeing this the thugs began sweating heavily as they couldn't understand what was going on, stunned by the abnormal scene.
"I know this is probably a waste of breath on my part, but I feel that I should at least still ask. Will you please drop your weapons and surrender yourselves. If you do you will be turned over to the proper authorities without harm once they get here"
Asked Zell as he had one of his hands opened and stretched out.
Turning their sights back to Zell, they realized that he was the cause of what happening around them. Reacting impulsively the twi'lek gangster tried to raise his blaster to quickly shot him before anything else could happen, but before he could properly aim and shoot, one of the floating pieces of junk rammed into the hand holding his blaster. Both practically breaking his hand and knocking the blaster several feet away.
"Like said, a waste of breath. But what can I say, I tried"
Feeling a chill run down their spines when they heard Zell's words, all the the other gangsters tried to follow suit as the Twi'lek and raise their blasters. But they were to slow.
Before any of them could, all the surrounding floating junk began being launched in their direction. Pelting them.
After first, the men for a split second were able to dodge the first couple waves of debris, mostly by running around, barely avoiding contact. But were soon overwhelmed by the increasing volley within seconds. Soon enough all the Black Suns joined their first friend and were on the ground, unconscious, and half buried under a large pile of garbage.
Seeing matter under control, Zell walked to the unconscious Devaronian named Sirus. Getting down on his knees he began checking the mans condition.
"C-5 what's your statues, any issues"
Zell asked into his communicator.
Beeping in reply, C-5 confirmed that the syndicate member he chased after had been neutralized.
"Good job, for now keep a close watch over him, if he starts coming to, don't hesitate to stun him again. Once 'CS' gets here I'll send some of them to your location to pick him up"
A/N: will sometime using 'CS' to abbreviate 'Coruscant Security'
As Zell talked he thoroughly looked over Sirus's injuries.
After finishing, Zell had determined that overall the Devaronian's injuries should heal up without issue, but that he was likely to remain unconscious for a good few hours, to maybe a day at most.
"That's not good, I wanted to question this guy on what that Black Sun thug mentioned earlier, oh well might as well have a look for myself"
Placing his hand on Sirus's for head Zell concentrated as he used the force to read the man's surface thoughts and memories, looking to find something useful.
Images ran through Zell's mind that depicted how for the last few weeks Sirus had been hounded by the Black Sun none stop. They seemed to have wanted him to help them acquire some vacant properties on the upper levels, discreetly. Which would then serve as bases for the Suns, from which they could start spreading and clawing their influence into Coruscant's upper levels.
And with Sirus being a certified Coruscant lawyer with his own legitimate legal firm, team and office here in the upper levels he'd be in a good position, to use his legal knowledge and connections to help the Suns without drawing too much attention from the authorities.
Which was why the Black Suns sought him out.
But at every attempt Sirus always refused no matter how many credits the Suns offered him, or how many threats they made. He always refused.
"Wow this guys got some back bone"
Zell mussed as he continued through Sirus's mind.
He saw for a while the Suns actually backed off after seeing that Sirus wasn't budging, this made him think he was in the clear. That is until two days ago when the syndicate finally decided to resort to their more practiced methods, violence. At first they just did small time things, harassing his firms employees, vandalizing his home and work place, even scaring away some of his clients.
Bad stuff, but ultimately nothing to extreme, as no one was really hurt yet. But soon things got much worse.
Some of his employees ended up in the hospital, personal air speeders bombed, and even he was nearly assaulted by a pair of masked men who just showed up at his home one night. Luckily he still kept up with his old gangster fighting skills and managed to fend them off. Running away after some one called the police, who soon arrived.
But he knew they were likely members of the Suns, which meant more was to come.
Such things continued and eventually it all culminated to the present moment.
"So the Suns wanted to get this guy's help in getting a foot hold in the upper levels. Smart, reaching out to an old gang member who has a job that may help them circumvent some legal issues. Guess they didn't account for the possibility of him actually saying, no. Also can't believe this guy's an Ex-Black Sun, turned lawyer. Must have paid a lot of credits and called in a lot favors to completely bury his past like that. Otherwise I seriously can't see how this guy managed to lawfully become a lawyer"
After looking Sirus over Zell saw the swelling on the man's face growing, and either out of a sense of discomfort from seeing it or a sense of guilt from sitting by and allowing the brutality that caused it to occur, he felt obligated to treat it. So he did.
Placing both his hands over the Devronian's face, just a few centimeters away from touching it. From Zell's hands a faint stream of light was emitted, that slowly moved towards and enveloped the man's face. And as it did, the swelling on Sirus's face began to slowly recede, along with most of the minor cuts and bruises that also marked the man's face.
This was due to the restorative effects of Zell's force heal, a force technique that transfers the life energy of the user into another living being to accelerate healing. A technique that Zell had stumbled upon during his studies, but only truly managed to start learning properly, after becoming a padawan and convincing to his master to teach him it.
Which she reluctantly did agree to. The ability being one that the jedi try to limit the spread of.
"All right that should be good enough to help you regain consciousness in an hour or so, sorry I can't heal your thigh too, I'm still not too proficient in healing, so for now I can only give basic first aid with it. Now, lets see if you got anything on you that may help deal with the Black Suns"
Rummaging through the man's pockets all Zell found were a few business cards, several of the man's personal credit chips, and a personal holo communicator. Finding nothing of importance or use Zell put then man's effects back into his pockets, then moved to the knocked out Black Sun members and likewise start looking through there pockets.
On them he found a total of 1044 credits collected from multiple credit chips and a few credit ingots, several small packs on illegal narcotics such as death sticks and spice, a few power packs for their blasters and two thermal detonators.
"Good thing I took these guys down before they had the chance to use these"
Much of what he found on the knocked out thugs were of little importance, the solo exception being a small data pad he found inside the Falleen's inner coat pocket, if he was lucky it may contain some information on the Black Suns.
Using his technopathy which he had improved by leaps and bounds since his youngling days, he easily bypassed the security locks or minor encryptions the data pad had. Looking through it Zell found a list of info logs on several Suns officers and lieutenants currently operating incognito on the upper levels trying to help with the syndicate's expansion plans.
The data pad also stored a few small bits of data on several low level Suns operations going on in the mid levels. Money laundering stores, safehouses, hidden gambling dens, a few frequently used dead drop locations, and the location of two small time Black Suns informants.
"Hmm?"
As he read Zell began picking up the sounds of 'CS' air speeders sirens quickly closing in. Zell quickly downloaded a copy what information he could from the data pad on to a small drive stick, so that he could give it a more thorough look through later. Its not every day he manage to get his hand on such juicy info.
Turning off the data pad he quickly pocketed the criminals credits and one the Devaronian's business cards.
Zell ready didn't have a reason to keep one of the man's cards as he had no need for a lawyer at present, but he knew the future can be unpredictable, so he figured keeping one wouldn't hurt.
Better to have a lawyer's contact info and not need it, than to not have one when you need it, right. Plus Zell was certain that this Sirus fellow definingly owned him a favor after saving him just now. A favor he may cash in should the need ever arise in the future.
As for the credits.... Zell decided to take them for himself. Reasoning that they would be put to better use in his hands rather than leaving them in the hands of the Suns. Or allowing them to be confiscated by Coruscant Security where there's a good chance they'll either be filed and stored away collecting dust in an evidence locker, or alternatively being pocketed by some corrupted 'Coruscant Security' officers with sticky fingers.
Once three Coruscant Security airspeeds arrived landing in the lot Zell approached the disembarking security officers, presented his jedi identification and gave a quick, detailed account of what happened on the scene.
As the Suns members were waken up, restrained then loaded into medium sized transport, along with the fifth member who Zell had sent C-5 to deal with. The still knocked out Devaronian Sirus was placed in an ambulance type land speeder. Zell also handed over the data pad containing valuable criminal information on the Black Suns and the recording that C-5 captured.
After receiving words of gratitude from the officers, he watched as Coruscant Security took the criminal's getaway air speeder. Zell had slightly hoped that they would have just left it, allowing him to claim it for his own, or at the very least allow him to strip it for a few useful parts. But sadly such things weren't meant to be. They stated clearly it was to be impounded as evidence.
'So that's a no go, well... probably for the best'
Zell thought to himself.
The fact is he didn't have a place where he could store it to begin with, no garage or anything. And there was little chance the jedi would let him keep it at the temple. It would be one thing if he was a full fledge knight but that was still far off.
After a good half an hour Zell watched as Coruscant Security lifted off with the thugs in tow and the ambulance head to a near hospital. Taking the lawyers card out of one of his pockets, he gave it a glance before putting it back.
"An ex criminal turned legal advocate. Almost sounds like the start of a bad joke wouldn't you say C-5"
The droid beeped in response saying that it was pleased to see that not all criminals are behind saving, that some are willing and capable of changing their course away from crime.
"Yeah, I guess so.... Come on pal, that taxi may still be waiting for us. If it is it'll make a small killing considering how long we've been gone. Lucky we just made some extra credits, so we should be able to cover the cost easily"