Drak eyed Meena closely, and he truly felt lost now. This was not his place, and was just betrayed by the only friend he had. It was like a vibroblade in the back. He wasn't all too surprised, but was certainly disappointed. No, he was angry, angry that she was doing this to him, and that his brother was being sentenced to death. After the pirate ship he though a small bond was starting to form, but it was obviously a lie.<br/><br/>He put his blaster on the floor as other men surrounded Drak, obviously unable to win this fight. He slowly raised his hands. He looked at Meena, fury in his eyes, and wanted to say a million things. He wanted to say 'Once a criminal, always a criminal' or 'am I supposed to beg now? I won't give you the pleasure' or 'this is why you went to Kessel in the first place'. He wanted to say those things but he knew they'd do nothing to help him. In fact nothing would help him now. As she placed the blaster to the side of his head, he said only what was on his mind. He told her with disappointment, "I guess I was right all along- and Cyn was wrong."<br/><br/>One of Vince's men grabbed Drak hard by the arm, pulling him out of the bar, around a corner, and into the back alley. This was it, no hope, nothing left for Drak to do. He'd though about grabbing one of the men's guns, but he'd just be shot by another. He thought about trying to run, but he wouldn't get very far. He'd hoped, that somehow, Meena would change her mind, but he doubted it. He was dead, and so was his brother. Now Cyn's baby would grow up without a father, and without an uncle.<br/><br/>A Trandoshan pushed Drak onto his knees, and all the men pointed their guns to Drak's heads. He looked ahead of him, and then he got an idea. A crazy idea, but an idea nonetheless. There was a drop ahead of him, at the end of the platform, no more than three sprints. He just hoped these guys were as good of marksmen as stormtroopers. Without giving them a chance he threw his head back to the gun pointed to his head. It went of and missed him as it fell to the floor. The Trandoshan cursed.<br/><br/>The two other men looked in surprise. He had reaction time on his side, so Drak got up and ran. He had enough time for one big sprint before they opened fire. By the second sprint blaster bolts flew past him. He looked over the edge and a speeder was lined up perfectly for his jump. But by the third sprint they fired and hit his right thigh, sending him into a tumble- right over the edge.<br/><br/>He only had half a moment to think and he immediately grabbed for an antenna hanging over the edge. His arm was almost dislocated from the drop, but he held on. His leg burned in pain from the black smoking wound. The great thing about blaster fire is it instantly cauterized. At least he wouldn't bleed to death. Way to make light of the situation.<br/><br/>The men started to run, and again, he only had half a moment to think. He looked below him, and noticed the saving grace. A truck with an open back of what looked like garbage. He wasn't sure if he was going to make it, or if he would survive the fall. He had no choice. This moment would define if his brother was going to live, and if Cyn's baby would have a father. He had to time it perfectly, but he could only guess-<br/><br/>So he let go-<br/><br/>He fell, and part of him knew it would hurt. SLAM! He landed perfectly into the garbage, making the speeder sway a bit as it caught his momentum. Not all the trash was soft, but it was enough to catch him. His body ached all over from the pain, almost as painful as the wound already in his leg. He looked up to see the men looking in shock from over the edge, and Vince suddenly looked over as well. They were far, but Drak could just make out Vince yelling, "Go after him!"