The Multiverse Hunter

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The three inside the vault remained blissfully unaware of Ali's presence just beyond the corridor. Their casual chatter echoed faintly through the steel walls as they went about their work.

'Let's keep it clean,' Ali thought, his sharp mind already planning his next move. 'Better to leave no signs that anyone infiltrated.'

He waited patiently, concealed in the shadows, as the workers completed their task. The superior led the way out, his heavy boots thudding against the stairs as the three descended into the main warehouse. The vault door clicked shut behind them, sealing away its treasures once more.

As soon as their footsteps faded, Ali stepped out of hiding and approached the vault. His eyes scanned the keypad, recalling the precise sequence of buttons the worker had pressed earlier. His strong memory allowed him to replicate the twenty-character password.

With a quiet beep, the lock disengaged, and Ali pulled the door open just enough to slip inside. He shut it gently behind him, leaving it unlocked to avoid arousing suspicion.

The vault was a treasure trove, filled with glittering jewels, priceless artifacts, and piles of credits stacked neatly in protective cases. The sheer wealth contained within the room could fund the construction of a new settlement—or buy the loyalty of a small army.

'None of this matters,' Ali thought coldly, his dark eyes scanning the room as he activated his Force sense. The air around him seemed to hum faintly as he extended his awareness, searching for anything that might hint at the relic's presence.

Ali looked down at the mark on his wrist which remained dormant.

'It's not here,' Ali concluded.

He turned to leave, his steps silent against the polished floor, but paused as the faint sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears. Someone was coming up the stairs.

Ali quickly shut the vault door, locking himself inside. He pressed his back against the cold steel wall.

The lock clicked, and the door swung open. One of the workers from earlier stepped inside, his expression casual as he surveyed the room.

Ali stood perfectly still in the shadowed corner, not breathing as he watched the man's movements. If the worker turned his head, even slightly, Ali would be exposed.

Acting swiftly, Ali channelled the Force to manipulate a statue at the opposite corner of the vault. The statue tilted precariously, wobbling on its pedestal before beginning to fall.

"OH FUCK!" the worker exclaimed, lunging across the room to catch the statue just before it hit the ground.

He let out a sigh of relief, cradling the statue carefully as he returned it to its place. "That was close," he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. He looked around the room to find it the same as he left it.

Outside, Ali was already making his way up the stairs, moving like a shadow through the dimly lit corridors. He stopped at the last corner before the upper floor, where a lone guard stood at the top of the staircase, scanning the area below.

Ali snapped his fingers softly, creating a faint but distinct noise that caught the guard's attention.

"What was that?" the guard muttered, stepping cautiously down the stairs.

Ali didn't need to see him to act. With a subtle flick of his finger, he used the Force to nudge the guard's foot slightly off balance as he stepped down.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The guard tumbled down the stairs, his head slamming against the ground with a sickening thud. Blood pooled beneath him as he lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling faintly.

Ali stepped over the guard's limp body without so much as a glance. He reached the top of the stairs and used the Force to redirect a nearby security camera, ensuring it wouldn't capture his movements. Once he passed, he returned the camera to its original position.

The upper floor was eerily quiet, the hum of distant machinery barely audible through the walls. Ali navigated the maze-like corridors with practiced ease, evading the occasional office worker who passed by. His goal was clear: the most important office in the warehouse.

The door to the office was locked, but that posed no challenge to Ali. With a small gesture, he used the Force to unlock it and slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind him.

The room was surprisingly sparse, its decor utilitarian rather than opulent. A large desk dominated the space, its surface cluttered with reports and data pads.

'This isn't the auction owner's office,' Ali noted as he scanned the room. 'This belongs to the warehouse head. Their main hub for organising shipments.'

He sifted through the papers on the desk, his sharp eyes catching snippets of information about shipments, inventory, and personnel schedules. But nothing immediately stood out—until he found a sealed letter tucked beneath a stack of reports.

'A paper letter in this world?' Ali mused, raising an eyebrow. He carefully opened the envelope, ensuring it could be resealed without evidence of tampering.

The letter's contents were concise but revealing:

"The relic is an amulet belonging to the Witches of Dathomir. We have confirmed its authenticity, and it is said to possess magical abilities. However, we do not currently have it in our possession. The owner has agreed to deliver it directly before the auction. Only the auction head knows the owner's identity, and as you are aware, the auction head's location remains unknown until the auction begins."

Ali's mind raced as he processed the information. 'Witches of Dathomir? Who are they?' he thought. 'The figure I chased at the hotel—was she one of them? And who is this letter being sent to?'

Despite the new questions swirling in his mind, Ali gained more information from the letter. 'At least I've confirmed that the relic is real and the auction doesn't have it.'

He resealed the letter with meticulous care, ensuring it appeared untouched, and returned it to its original place. After restoring the office to its previous state, he slipped out as quietly as he had entered.

The humid air of Tartek greeted him as he stepped into the dimly lit alley. Ali gave one last glance back at the warehouse, his thoughts focused on the letter's cryptic mention of the artefacts owner and the elusive auction head.

'So much secrecy around this auction,' Ali thought, pocketing the stolen ID card.

He looked up at the giant building he just left, Ali looked all the way up at the peak of the skyscraper where the auction would be held, 'Everyone who comes from the dark side of the city would enter through the bottom of the building and the lords would enter using their flying cars into the peak of the Skyscraper. This auction is really something', Ali thought to himself as he looked down to his comms.

'One last place, The Veil. The nightclub the elite of the city frequent.', Ali though as he walked there, 'Of course I'm going when it's closed just to check the area'.

Ali took his time to reach the club that he even stopped at a street vendor selling ice cream. The vendor, a small alien with six arms, handed Ali a large cone topped with three scoops. "Here you go, sir! Enjoy!" the vendor said cheerfully, completely unaware of the Sith Apprentice before him.

Ali nodded in thanks, taking the cone and resuming his walk. He ignored the curious glances from passersby who were baffled by the sight of a sharply dressed man eating ice cream as he wandered the dark streets.

The Veil was as extravagant as the reports claimed, an opulent structure bathed in neon light. Its design was sleek and modern, standing out against the worn architecture of the surrounding area.

'So this is how the elite stay clean while playing dirty,' Ali thought, looking up at the private gap in the underground where vehicles could enter.

He walked around the perimeter of the nightclub, observing its layout. Security was tight, with guards stationed at every corner and cameras covering all entry points. Ali made note of the back alley where the staff entered and exited.

Ali was at the last corner of the club, near the alley where the staff left the club.

"Hey bitch stop moving", Ali's ears perked up as he heard the sound of a person inside the alley.

"No no no please…", a girl cried as she struggled against two big Trandoshans trying to force themselves on her.

Outside the alley Ali stood watching while licking his ice cream, 'When was the last time i helped someone? Has it been a while?', Ali thought to himself as he took a bite of the ice cream. 'Brain freeze", Ali thought as his face didn't portray his pain at all.

"Hey stop you bastards", a shout came from behind Ali as a pretty women ran past him and into the alley, she pulled one of the Trandoshans but he pushed her back against the wall making her stumble and fall.

"You! I've wanted to get a taste of you for a while Veronica you whore. Come here", the trandoshan found a new prey as his partner ripped the other girl's top.

Veronica tried to stand up but she flinched when she saw the trandoshan's hand about to slap her.

BANG

The Trandoshan fell to the ground with blood coming out of a hole in his head, Veronica froze when she saw the corpse.

"Hold this", Veronica looked up and instinctively held Ali's cone of ice cream with both of her hands.

The other Trandoshan looked at his dead friend and the human who was holding a gun he'd never seen before.

"What have you done you Cunt. Fucking-", the Trandoshan swung his fist at Ali but missed as Ali weaved his head to the side and countered with a straight lunch to the trandoshan's neck.

UGH

The Trandoshan stepped back as he tried to breath but couldn't, his trachea destroyed from Ali's punch, shocked and scared the Trandoshan stumbled back while clawing at his neck for air. Ali calmly stepped towards the Trandoshan who leaned back against the wall of the alley and fell to the floor.

BOOOOM

Ali forward kicked the trandoshan's head into the wall of the alley, his head exploded into bits and pieces and the wall behind it had cracks just from Ali's kick.

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