The Rebel Faction

Myrkr...was not a beautiful world. It was a land of forests and animals that only made Fett's teeth grit. But then again, the money was just too good. The Slave I had already finished its decent into the atmosphere and was raining down onto the planet itself...where the target was. The forest just outside the city, Pel'e'Tar, was providing ample defense against any radars that may try to pick up the strangely shaped ship...but they would never suspect him any way.

When he had docked in the hangar bay, he immediately took to the search. His helmet had been sending him signals of the target, he had to be near. Alexwell Joubert his name was...a commander of the New Alliance. One of his gloved hands stroked the butt of his gun which was at his side, and he was left to monitor his surroundings. Using the scopes installed in his Mandalorian helm...the target was behind the forthcoming wall, the capture would be far easier than planned.

Fett tried not to make himself visible, but it would appear as such with his poor leggings. He had made his way to the enemy, his gun was on stun...there were four guards defending him as he stood in front of that X-Wing star fighter....there would be a nice hefty little bonus there. Fett drew one of his many detonators from his belt and activated it before rolling it under the X-Wing...it exploded in a combusted flurry, the battle was on.

A rogue element had been present in the New Alliance and Greyy Trespe and the freedom guard were going to rectify it. A lone ship had entered the atmosphere with clearance. He must rectifiy the problem. He followed in a cloaked phantom fighter so it did not register on sensors. When he landed so did greyy. His troopers were following in several gian speeders just out of sight.

Garbed in a white and Red imperial guard uniform he soundlessly stalked the bounter hunter clad in mandalorian armor. He was after one of the captains of the fleet. He would intervene only after the hunter showed his intentions.

The detonator had gone off...the X-Wing was up in smoke, and two of the four guards lay dead on the ground. His target had fled for his life, and there were several more New Alliance guards coming his way. One who'd asked what he was doing had checked out on the bounty list as well...Greyy Trespe. They blasted at him immediately, seeing as he was killing New Alliance soldiers without question. One blast smashed into his shoulder, stinging him badly, but he began to limp away. Two more shots pierced his back, but they caused no damage.

Fett spun and took a blast with his laser set on pulse, knocking the first guard back, he was unsure if the energy would kill him or not though. Three more blasts rammed into his back, just as the transmission came in from the admiral, they were questioning his motives...idiots. More pulse blasts returned Greyy's attacks, and he jumped behind the hangar doors. The Bounty Hunter looked back and forth for a resolve, and finally found one in the shape of a rectangular pad on the wall. He kicked it, and the door began shutting slowly.

Then there was the target. Fett knew only one thing when on the hunt...bring in the target. He was wanted alive, and Fett intended to do that. He attempted to flee, but two pulse blasts on the ground in front of him stopped the figure quickly.

"You are under arrest for section code 331A, for violation against an undisclosed user, you will surrender now or I shall take the death deduction," Fett rasped. The man looked back and forth before reluctantly understanding his fate.