The Rebel Faction

Kessel, a force-forsaken planet on the edge of the Maw cluster in the middle of nowhere. The only reason anyone knew anything about the planet was because of one simple reason: Glitterstim.

Underground a network of 'towns' had been carved. These towns had fared for better or worse through the multiple times this dirt-ball of a planet had changed hands - for worse usually.

Skopos stepped into what was probably the only bar within a million kilometers, and glanced about quickly. His left eyebrow twitched slightly as he caught sight of the cloaked figure at the bar. Pulling out a small-ish device, he punched a few buttons, and glanced at it for a few seconds before replacing it in the folds of his own cloak.

Sticking his head outside the door for a second, Skopos grunted something, and then returned his head to its proper position on his shoulders.

"I've come for the Jedi," he said in a raspy voice, his gaze directed at the figure at the bar.

Noticing the new-comer who had just entered the bar he felt a strange energy about him.

Standing up quickly the cloaked Wanderer walked up to the new-comer and whispered into his ear.

"Meet me outside".

As the comment was said the Cloaked Wanderer walked outside the Pub and awaited the new-comer.

Peacefully. Imagine that.

Even before Skopos could finish his well-planned, and undoubtedly verbally cutting, glib comment, Kil would be well on his way to the prize. What amused him most, however, was that the prey had come to him... Rather then making him come to it. Unwittingly, ignorantly, the robbed figure stepped right into the 'bubble' generated by his furry, reptilian companion.

He had been right to endure the cage necessary for safe transportation of the Ysalimiri, but considering the blind nature of their mark, he was now beginning to think it an extravagance. Perhaps, he pondered, I could have taken this one unarmed and on my own.

Trained in the Force himself, albeit in a slight and single manner, even Kil himself could feel the null void created by the lizard carried roughly upon his shoulder. The creature was capable of 'pushing' the force back from itself nearly 5 meters in any direction, and this one was no different. Inclined to survive on a planet dominated by force-dogs, or Vornskyr, the species had evolved a defense against their natural predators.

And then someone discovered the advantage of such a defensive tactic as an offensive attack.

Unidentifiable from his partner, he seems but just a passer by until whipping back the tatters of his robe to reveal a heavy stun rifle aimed at the robed figure. Himself juxtaposed to Skopos, there was no worry that he might strike his partner, and the bonus of taking his victim with a full blast. Hopefully.

{ OOC: Oddly enough, I didn't notice the additional edit when I posted last. You have to allow us time to respond to you walking away, which is what this reply was written for (wrote it a few days ago). Kenix should post tonight as well, but incase he doesn't I've added a bit of him here too. }


"Turning your back to an enemy, and more certainly, an enemy that has just stated that it will not hesitate to remove body parts, if need be: sign of incredible bravery or stupidity.

Skopos looked at Kenix, as if asking him which was the case. The hunter seemed not to notice the look, but twitched his specialized stun rifle slightly.

"Stupidity, I'm guessing," Skopos said with a sigh, and a nod.

With a slight movement, Kenix opened fire with his stun rifle, the wide burst beam covering a sector of space a good odd-dozen meters wide, and crossing the fifteen feet to its target in a quantum-split second.

OOC: I'm guessing your on vacation or something of that sort.