The Rebel Faction

A heavily armed X Wing landed at a busy port on Coruscant. The passenger removed his flight helmet and stepped out of his fighter. Nobody noticed the man, he was just another one of the crowd. The black trench coat he had on concealed the flame-thrower hung on his shoulder and the NR blaster on his belt.

The man had been sent to Coruscant on a Sith hunt. There had been a few sightings of a strange person weilding a lightsaber killing innocent civilians around here, and this man had been sent to find the killer and destroy them. The man was Pyro, leader of the New Republic Gamma Squad. After casually strolling a few blocks, he found the place he was looking for. There had been a report here of the Sith an hour or so before. Pyro sat down at the booth and ordered some juice. After glancing around a few times, he found the suspect. Fit the description perfectly. Pyro saw the lightsaber, and all his doubts left him.

"Hey...I'll take a bottle of that," Pyro said as he pointed at some liquor. The bartender handed him the bottle, but the Rebel didn't drink it. Instead he poured some of it out and poured his juice inside on top of the liquor. Pyro didn't have much time. He pulled out a water-proof match, lit it, and dropped it in. As soon as the juice and liquor mixed it would explode.

"Hey, you!" The Sith looked up when Pyro yelled, and he let the bottle fly. It exploded as it hit the table the Sith was at, causing a small explosion. "How ya like that?" he called out to the fire.

Day in, day out: Same old thing. Datacards, and whatnot from the Order filed in too fast of a rate, And the Elder Sith Lord couldn't take much more of the "paperwork" nonsense. A Sith had better things do to than busy work for an Order. Luckily, now most of the paperwork, the fleet and planetary workings, were now in the hands of New Order representatives. Yay.

Coruscant was a decent vacationing spot, but not the ideal one. He had places to be in a weeks time, Coruscant only being a minor stop off. Halfway through his minor vacation, Snack stopped at a local shop that had a holonet viewer. "Coruscant Daily" was currently showing a news clip, one that caught the Sith's attention.

"Wanted: A mysterious man armed with a lightsaber has been reeking havoc here on Coruscant.He has already been identified for countless slaughters and is expected to cause more. He must be stopped! Any information on this man would be very helpful in the arrest and persecution of this highly dangerous foe."

A picture of Snack appeared next on the screen, his hood down, eyes dark and burning, a scowl on his face. Definitely not his good side. His hair was horrid at the time of the picture; dark strands just hanging down the front of his face. Least they could have done was notify Snack before they took the picture. And they wonder why Sith are evil. They make them evil!

Screams from pedestrians don't help either. The crowd that had gathered to watch this news feed all turned towards Snack and screamed upon seeing the picture. They all fled and ran for their lives. Wussies.

"I need a drink."

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In the darkest place he could find in the local pub, Snack sat drinking his Alderaan Ale. It was his favorite one he hasn't had the chance of drinking for a while. Nothing was out of the ordinary here, and no one seemed to recognize him. There was another Force presence there, one that was alerted. They had probably felt Snack a long time ago, and was just on edge just incase the Sith were to try something funny. Naw... all he wanted was a peaceful drink.

"Hey you!" A voice cried out. Snack looked up in time to see a bottle full of liquid hit his table. It exploded in a ball of fire, covering the table in flames. Snack's drink now no more. Frelling idiot. He wanted to finish his own drink!

In an instant Snack was up, the flaming table tipped over on his side, and a teal lightsaber powered up from Snack's right hand.

"Whoever just did that has made the biggest mistake of their lives, for they have no idea who they have started something with," Snack's voice was dark and menacing.

"Hey Snack, how ya doin?" Pyro said to the figure now visible through the dying flames. "I figured you would be the one I would find her. You can call me Pyro.....if you have the chance to see me again." The Rebel pulled out his blaster and fired a few shots at the Sith's head, just before rolling behind an overturned table.

"How...nice....of...you...." Pyro managed to squeeze out while floating an inch or two above the air by an invisible hand around his throat. He brought his blaster up again and fired off another shot at Snack. The Sith Master made the laser blast "evaporate" Vader-style, letting Pyro fall to the floor.

"How impressive!" the Commodore said sarcastically. "Why don't you come do that with your real hand, coward?"

Ren popped his head up over the Edge of the table, which had served him well as a sheild.

Looking around he could see the man earlier engulfed in flames was standing there, unharmed.

Ren closed his eyes andreached out with his mind and could see that his mind was brewing over with hatred and other such Evil thoughts.

Reopening his eyes, Ren could still see the man, but now he was staring at Ren, with much annoyance at being probed. This impudent full would pay. Ren gulped down the last of his brandy as he gazed on in terror.