The night was aging and drawing colder as it did so. The temprature was easily sub freezing. Even he could see his own breath - which was very rare. Travanix stood in his military posture as the twenty crates were moved off the ship. Five smaller crates were seperated from the larger ones. As they were seperated, several other men approached from the city side. He smirked as he stepped forward and began to welcome them.

As they spoke, he indicated towards the sets of crates and then moved towards the larger ones. Cracking one open, it reveled its contents of weapons - black and silver.

"12 Pulse-wave blasters and 12 plasma energy shoulder cannons." He said, moving through the inventory list. He indicated which crate had which weapons. "There are 4 crates of the blasters and 6 for the plasma cannons."

He pulled one of the blasters from the crate he opened, and handed it to the leader of one of the gangs. The gang leader pulled the safety and pointed it at one of his subordinates and pulled the trigger. The death moan was not loud enough to cover the sound of the blaster trigger from being pulled. The body fell to the ground, a large hole burned through the place the heart used to be. The smoldering continued on for several minutes simply due to the chill in the air.

The gang leader chuckled and nodded, shoving the blaster into a side holster. The quartermaster for the two gangs began moving through the crates as Travanix and the leaders discussed the terms of the deal. An arrangement was quickly met, and hands were shaken.

It didn't take long, however, for the deal to go south as a group of city watch scrambled in from all directions.

"Blast it." Muttered the dark warrior. He reached out, grasping several of the city in the death grip of the Dark Side and slammed them to the dock hard enough that a wet snap could be heard echoing in the night. They didn't move again. The gang weren't going down easy, either. They began to light up the night with the blasters while a couple of others began to open the crates with the plasma cannons.

Most of the crates with Spice were already loaded and moving. Only one was left. The guard quickly moved in to recover it, but not without losing a few more members. Things were going down hill quickly. The crates were quickly emptied of their weapons - all but one.

He watched as Romax moved taking down the immediate threat. His arms folded behind him. "Romax!" He called out over the battle. "Our job here is done, and the weapons and spice are moving through the city now!"

Before he could say anything more, he was grabbed from behind by two wanna-be hero guards. "Don't move, you're under arrest."

"Yes.." the dark warrior said, releasing his hands from behind, letting them be taken by the officers. "Unfortunatly, I have other plans!" The next movements were sure, as he reached down, sharply, grabbing both guards by their own crotches, and flung them as if he were pitching underhanded softball. The guards flew 7 meters, screaming all the way. Travanix caught a barage of weapons fire coming from the guards once more. He raised his hand up, seeming to catch the energy blaze in one hand, and the other hand caught the physical assault.

He let off a dark chuckle before he gave his final order. "Romax, we have other duties to prepare for..."

The jump into the sky was aided by the dark side, and he was gone. The gang members would now need to fend for themselves.