Arrowhead/Story

Arrowhead an MI5 Chronicles story

The young Zeltron sauntered in through the front doors of the skyscraper. The skyscraper was called "Arrowhead Tower" due to it's shape. It was almost knife-like with it's pointed top reaching toward the stars. The Zeltron was a Commander in the Corellian Security Force. He had recently been promoted to that position when Commander Strangways was killed in the line of duty a few months ago.

The Zeltron approached the man at the podium before reaching the turbolift. The man asked his name. The Zeltron responded, "Bont, Jace Bont."

The man found Bont's name on his datapad. "Ah, yes. Good evening, Commander Bont." The man waved a hand toward the lift, ushering Bont past.

Bont now stood amongst other nicely dressed beings waiting for the lift. They were all wanting to head to the upper floors of Arrowhead Tower. There was a formal evening party for some of the government officials tonight, and all the important beings on Corellia had been invited.

All these important beings together in a skyscraper, in the Government District of Coronet City. It was a terrorist attack waiting to happen. That was why Bont was there. He was to intermingle with the guests at the party while dozens of CorSec officers acted as security for these beings. Some in plain sight. Some undercover. Some hidden in the shadows.

The lift finally arrived and Bont entered with the other beings. They took the lift to the upper floors and exited into a lavish ballroom. They filed out and joined the party. Bont quickly made a mental note of what the room looked like. His eyes scanned the guests, looking for anyone suspicious.

A BD-3000 luxury droid carrying a tray of drinks approached him. "Can I get you anything, sir?" the droid asked.

"Yes," Bont responded. "A Vorzyd martini, please. Shaken, not stirred."

"Coming right up," the droid said before leaving.

Bont loved those martinis. It was an alcoholic beverage consisting of a mixture of liquor and a little bit of fine wine with just a pinch of spice. It was a drink just recently created by those youthful rebels on Vorzyd V. They called themselves "Freelies". The Vorzyd martini was slowly making it's way across the galaxy. Bont was sure it would catch on and become popular. It was only a matter of time.

Bont continued to look around the room. He recognized a lot of the faces. The young Com Fordox. Jagged and Zena Antilles, owners of the Antilles fueling depot on the Gus Treta Inner-System Market Station over Corellia. He also recognized Christel Clutterbuck. She was an assistant to the Corellian Senator and traveled with the entourage. She was also young and quite captivating.

Strolling over to the young Human lady, Bont noticed she was wearing a form-fitting red dress that very nicely showed off her curves. "Miss Clutterbuck," he addressed her.

"Oh. Good evening, Commander Bont," she said as Bont took her hand. "It's good to see you here. I feel safer already."

"Please," he responded, "call me Jace." He was on an important job of keeping the beings in this building safe, but once he looked into Christel's eyes, he couldn't resist releasing his pheromones. It was something male Zeltrons, especially womanizing ones such as himself, did quite often. "So, Miss Clutterbuck, I und--"

"Christel," she interrupted him.

Bont smiled. "Christel," he repeated. "I understand you're the one who requested all this security."

"Yes," she responded. "When I--"

"Here you are, sir," a robotic voice was heard behind Bont.

Bont turned to see the droid with his drink. "Ah. Thank you," he commented as he took the glass. There was a small fruit of some kind sticking out of the martini. He took a sip, swallowed. It was made perfectly. Definitely shaken.

The luxury droid walked away and, as Bont turned back to Christel, something caught his eye. Across the ballroom, Bont recognized a rather tall Human. He was so tall that he stood a head above the rest of the crowd of guests. Except, Bont knew this man wasn't a guest. Bont recognized him as Jaws, a known murderer whom CorSec has been hunting for some time.

"Commander Bont?" Christel asked, trying to get his attention. "Jace?"

"Sorry, my dear," Bont said as he took another sip of the martini before placing it on the serving tray of a passing droid. "We'll continue this later."

Christel watched him walk into the crowd of beings.

- - - - - - - - - -

Jaws was glancing around the ballroom. He was rubbing the unshaven stubble on his chin, eyes searching the room. He froze suddenly when he felt something poking him in the back.

"Hello, Jaws," Bont said from behind him, a hold-out blaster shoved into Jaws' back. "We've been hunting you for a while now."

"CorSec, I'm guessing?" Jaws responded, not turning around.

"What are you doing here?" Bont asked, pushing the blaster into Jaws, standing close to him to hide it from the party guests.

"You know me," Jaws answered. "Just looking for some high-profile official to hold for ransom."

"Well you won't get them," Bont responded.

Jaws grinned. "I wouldn't bet on that."

Suddenly, two small explosions rocked the ballroom. Bont turned around to see the two turbolifts in flames, the one through which he entered, and the other on the opposite side of the room. The party guests screamed and ran away from the fires in a panic. He saw a couple bloodied bodies on the floor in front of the lifts. There were a few people caught in the blast.

"Now you're all being held for ransom," Jaws said.

Just as Bont turned back to him, Jaws' fist came flying toward his face. Jaws' other hand swatted the blaster out of Bont's hand. The hold-out blaster slid across the floor as Jaws ran for the door leading for the stairwell.

Bont got to his feet to see Jaws escaping. A voice in his earpiece piped up. "Commander Bont! There's been an explosion!"

"I hadn't noticed," Bont said back, sarcastically. "Jaws is in the building. He's in the stairwell," Bont said into his comlink, giving orders to his CorSec officers. "Cover those exits."

"Copy that, sir."

Bont took off to the stairwell door and heard Jaws' heavy footsteps above him. He was heading for the rooftop. "Get all those people out of the ballroom safely!" Bont said, shouting more orders into the comlink. "Jaws is heading for the roof. I'm in pursuit."

"Roger that, Commander," another voice responded. "The team stationed on the roof will intercept him."

- - - - - - - - - -

By the time Bont reached the roof of Arrowhead Tower, he found two CorSec officers dead. Apparently the roof team didn't intercept him. The cool evening breeze rushed past him as Bont crept around the corner from the doorway. He leaped back just as a vibrosword sliced vertically past him.

Bont scrambled to get away as another horizontal swipe whizzed by his head. Bont rolled sideways past the two dead officers, grabbing one of the blaster rifles they had dropped. He quickly aimed but Jaws was there swinging the vibrosword again. Jaws was extremely quick for a big man. The sword cut the end of the blaster off. Bont swore and looked up at Jaws.

Jaws grinned, revealing a row of jagged teeth. Then there was a blaster bolt that caught Jaws' vibrosword, causing the sword to fly out of his hands.

"I've got him in my sights, Commander," a voice was heard over the comm. It was one of the snipers that was posted in a neighboring building. "Permission to eliminate target, sir?"

Bont and Jaws looked at each other for a moment, as if it were a stand off.

The sniper's voice was heard again in Bont's earpiece. "Whoa! Whoa! Airspeeder inbound! Repeat: Airspeeder in--"

Then there was static.

As the airspeeder emerged beyond the edge of the roof, Jaws turned to see it. Bont took the other half of the rifle that was still in his hands and swung it at Jaws' face, catching him in the chin. There was a loud crack as it hit, and Jaws was thrown to the ground.

Bont got to his feet and kicked him in the chin, again hearing a cracking noise. His jaw was definitely broken. "You're not getting away that easily," Bont told him.

Then blaster fire erupted from the speeder, hovering by the roof's edge. Bont dove back through the door to the stairwell for cover.

Jaws wearily got to his feet, shattered jaw hanging at a horrifyingly crooked angle, and rushed over to the speeder while his buddies gave him cover. Jaws jumped into the speeder and they took off.

Bont emerged from the doorway as a few other CorSec officers arrived up the stairs.

"Commander, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Bont responded. He looked out into the night sky, knowing that even though he thwarted Jaws' plans for a hostage situation, he still managed to escape.

Bont had gotten a glimpse of Jaws while he was laying on the floor injured, and saw the disjointed lower jaw. He would most likely need cybernetics to repair it. Bont knows he should have killed him when he had the chance.

"We're extinguishing the fires and evacuating the party guests as we speak, sir," one of the officers reported.

"Good," was all Bont said as he headed back into the building, feeling like he left the mission unfinished.

- - - - - - - - - -

The turbolifts were repaired and the rest of the Tower was back up and running normally within a few days. There were four fatalities, one of which was a civilian and the other three were CorSec officers, the two on the roof and the sniper. Six others were injured in the explosions and one was injured during the evacuation down the stairwell. But there were dozens of other people that came out of the attack unscathed.

Commander Jace Bont knew Jaws would show his ugly face again. Sooner or later he would find him and finally put an end to his murderous reign of terror.

End