The Rebel Faction

*The night was piercing cold, it was bitter and the mist was hanging in the air. Darth J walked briskly through the streets between the tall rising sky scrapers. He spotted the bar where he was to meet with his contact. As he entered the bar the music stopped and all eyes fell upon him.*

What the hell are you looking at?

*Faced with this defiance, everyone went about their business and the music returned. J walked over to a secluded table away from prying eyes and sat down. A droid walked over.*

Droid: What do you want to drink?

Twi'lek Vodka, stirred not shaken.

*The droid walked off in the direction of the kitchen. J looked around the bar, he saw a toydarian drinkning with a tusken. As he looked back around the droid walked over with his drink.*

Droid: Here you go sir.

*The droid handed the drink over*

Cheers

*J handed over 30 credits for the drink. He sniffed in the smokey atmosphere of the bar, it was staled and smelled of strong alcohol. He took a sip from his drink.*

Where is he?

*J looked out of the window then at the door. A person with a cloak wrapped around them and disguising their face walked toward Darth J.*

Person: Have you been waiting long?

*The voice juddered throughout the bar. It was loud enough for everyone to hear quite easily what was being said.*

Keep your voice down, do you want everyone to hear us? Take a seat.

*The cloaked figure sat down next to J and they continued their conversation.*

OOC: Hey I'll play too, if you don't mind the fact that I'm a Padawan learner, who is still training, and really can't do much other than some basic levitation tasks. i.e. I'm not going to be able to put up much of a fight if any. Let me know.

The very sight of the demon that was Darth J sent shivers up and down anyone who did not know him. He was huge, tall, muscular, everything one wanted to be when one's task was to strike fear.

Sitting down, the cloaked figure kept his trained eyes on the other.

"My apologies," He said, this time in a lower tone, quite so that only himself and J could hear it. The cloaked figure motioned a serving droid over to the table, and figuring that J had order something already from the appearance of the liquid filled glass, ordered himself an Alderaan Ale. Nodding as the droid waddled its way to the bar to fulfill the order, the man gazed back at J from under his hooded cloak.

"Let's get down to business, shall we?"

He nodded as he listened to J's words. Snack had never heard of a place like this, though he figured there had to be many of them around the dark corners of the galaxy.

"Does anyone else know about this place?" The question was blunt and could be considered stupid. J knew about it, and he said no one else should know about it. That was why they kept their voices in a whisper. But that did not mean that others had no clue about it.

There were still many questions the Lord wished to ask, such as why he was chosen to acompany Darth J. But he held his tongue and decided to go on this journey for the hell of it. Maybe to have a good time and bring some more fear into the heart of the Galaxy.

Shrugging, Snack stood from his seat, and downed the rest of his Ale in swift gulp. Slapping the glass onto the table top, he nodded to J.

"Well, I don't know if one should fly after drinking, but hell, it should be fun. Lead the way."