Titus shakes his head at the offer of some company (understaning the second meaning of corse
) "Thanks but I just don't have the time, a quick drink is all I ask." When the Ruby Biel comes (assuming it's a drink of corse) Titus takes it and nods his head in aproval. He presses a button on his helmet to open the helmet's connection to his collar. Titus takes a straw from a pouch and puts it to his mouth to drink. But then he pauses. He sweapt his hand up to his helmet and sealed it once more without taking a drink. He then let his hand droop to his side and pressed a stud on his belt realeasing neural toxin so that it seemed like a normal motion.
Titus lowed the drink and posed Tora with a question, he waited a brief moment, "I wanted to ask you somthing," He paused a bit more. "About your line of work imparticular." He turned his full body to face Tora and studied him for a moment. The Jedi blinked and shook his head as if an odd sickness had come over him. "Does your concience ever bother you?"
Tora began to answer but no words came out, instead his mouth only opened and closed as if he were trying to say somthing.
From his heads up tactical display Titus watched the reactions of the nearby guards to the neural toxin. They are slightly farthur away so the effects are not as strong.
Titus quickly drawas the two blasters from his side holsters and picks the guards off one by one from either side in to the middle.
The guards are nulled from the toxin and slow to react but they manage to get a few poorly aimed shots off and one of the shots hits the bounty hunter in his right leg's armour plate. The armour protected Titus from the blast but he still felt the burning pain and would have a slight scorch on his leg.
With all the guards dead or dying on the floor Titus turns his gaze on Tora. Titus kneels down to look closely at the Zabrak. "Sory Tora, but I never alter a deal."
The jedi looked up at Titus with what strenght he had leaft and tried to talk but he couldn't muster enough strength.
Titus leened closer in on Tora, "I never said I would take your 'deal' just that it sounded good. Sorry."
Titus stood up and took a dozen steps back so that he could see the entire room. Tora's last ounce of strength left and he finally died.
Titus stepped up to the Jedi, his skin purple and dead from the toxin. Titus heafted the corpse over his sholder and headed towards his ship.
Meanwhile the other bounty hunter heard the peculiar conversation. When he heard nothing for a while he climbed the roof and dropped in through a sky light. To his surprise he found dead bodies of a dozen guards and no Tora or Titus. Snarling and cursing in his native toung he raced to the door but Titus had alread slipped into the shadows.
((Thought I was going to double cross you there Dooku eh?))