The Rebel Faction

OOC: This is my first SW RP. The char that I have made is a reporter. He is not force sencitive, but has one of those dohickies that can detect jedi. With this he finds jedi, dark or light, and films them. He then sells these films to a HoloNet channel. What they want with them is what I would like to explore here.

IC: Hak Hatta stood still. The jedi had finnished their fight, and it appeared that the Sith had won. If he could get out alive the tape he had just pocketed would bring A large ammount of credits.

This was not good. The sith was looking right at him. Hak wished he had brought his yisaralime with, even if it did have a head cold.

the Sith grined, and the turned away. and vannished.

"Now what do I do"

Hak turned and headed for his souped up speeder. He would leave, thats what he would do.

OOC: Any one is welcome to join and continue, I may be awhile before I post, probably tomarrow night.

OOC: Ok, It's been a while, but rouge squadron uncovered it when they were helpin fix up Corescant. (how is that spelt?) It whas then used by Lando to help find prospects for the Jedi Accadamy. It detects a "nub" at the back of a force sensitive person, one that luke and other jedi can touch. I'm sure that you read about that. Still waiting for a sith to join

IC: Kas hopped into his speeder and fired her up...

: DarkSaber stepped forward and placed it at the so-called reporter's temple. :

Going somewhere, buddy?

: He asked, smiling behind him mask. :

Hand over the camera, and the tape, or you're brains are going to spread across the pavement.

(Not a Sith, actually)

: DarkSaber looked down at the camera and shook his head. :

Didn't even give me a chance to thank him. Odd.

: He took the camrea and tucked it under his arm, then drew a caller from his belt and clicked it. Within seconds, his own high speed scout bike had arrived. He put the camera and tape in the cargo compartment and hopped on. Gunning it, he pursued the reporter into the city... :

(I already said I wasn't a Sith)

: DarkSaber smiled behind the mask as he leapt from the back of the speeder. His B-wing was waiting, and he landed in the cockpit, already strapping in. :

: Below, the speeder struck the mines and exploded. DarkSaber shurgged at the loss; it was a rental anyway. :

: Arming the missiles, DarkSaber fired one. It struck just ahead of the reporter's speeder, stopping it dead in its tracks and throwing the reporter over the front. :

: Shaking his head, he turned to where he had tracked the signal and tore by the reporter's ship, letting twin missiles slam into it. :

: The ship's hull broke open and the ship collapsed. DarkSaber smirked and pulled up. He had intercepted the transmission and had it saved to his fighter already. And he already had a buyer. :