"YOU!! Stay where you are and make no unneeded movement! You are hereby under arrest, under Chadd Fearson's authority!"
The sounds of a dozen or so charging blasters whirred in the pub's large room, filling the silence with annoyance. Smiling as the still fresh smell of burnt wood filled his nostrils, Snack sipped at his drink, keeping it in his left shaking hand. The Dark Side wanted out, want to reach out and grab each and every one of those blasters and turn them around and fire upon their holders. Control, however, proved useful. Maybe these guards could lead him to Chadd if they were to take the Sith.
"Stand up slowly and put your hands in the air where we can see them!"
How stupid. Hands were but tools, not weapons. What could he possibly do with his hands? He took another sip of his drink, then swirled the liquid in the glass, watching as a funnel formed in the center.
"If you want me so bad, then walk your own behinds over here and force me to stand up," Snack taunted. "Unless your fear is skyrocketing."
He laughed shortly, finally turning his head to look at the group of stormtrooper type officers who all had their blasters aimed for the Sith's head.
"Don't tell me you're afraid?"
Finishing his drink, Snack set the glass down and stood up, placing his hands in the air mockingly. Four soldiers hesitantly made their way over to where Snack stood, placing their guns down momentarily as they fearfully put binders around Snack's wrists. Making sure they were secure himself, Snack ordered them to tighten the binds. Obviously baffled by the Sith's strange request, they did so for their own safety.
"Follow us."
The grouping turned and exited the establishment, putting Snack in the middle of the soldiers. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
How nice, an escort service with big guns to boot. Chadd's done well,<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> he thought to himself, smirking as they walked through Cloud City. The citizens of the fine city looked on in wonderment as the conglomerate made their way through, rounding corners and pushing their way through large crowds.
A final turn and they all stopped at a huge blast door. Someone walked over to the wall, which housed a computer terminal, and entered in some random keys. The doors opened with a rush of Bespin atmosphere rustling his hair to and fro. Squinting his eyes, Snack saw two star ships sitting on the oversized docking platform. One of them was probably where they were taking Snack.
The group began walking and as they did, a few more figures could be seen standing next to one of the ships. A presence hit Snack hard in the chest as the grew nearer, and looking over to his left at the group standing there, one man stood out. Fearsons. The Sith stopped mid step, staring at the man dead in the eyes. One of the guards tried to push Snack forward to keep him moving, but found an immense caldron of pain gripping at his own brain. Before crushing it, Snack let go, his eyes still locked onto Fearsons's.
"Emperor, I've been expecting you."
Irony, it seemed, that Snack would say that before Fearson's could utter those words. He smirked, still holding his ground.
“You know these binds won’t protect you from me. Neither will your guards...”
“Take him away.”
The smirk grew into a sly smile upon Snack’s face. The guards began to push him once more, and finally giving in, the Lord began to take steps towards the ship which would be his prison for however long they would be in space. Stopping once more just as he was about to board the ship, Snack looked up to the fiery orange Bespin sky. He had sensed another ship entering the atmosphere and making its way to the landing platform everyone was on. Reaching out through the Force, Snack tried to get a sense of who or what was in the craft. When it became visible to the eye, another presence rung out and hit Snack in the chest. One that was very close to that of Chadd’s, but only female. A sister? His mother? Daughter? Wife? It mattered little. The craft flew in closer and closer, and when close enough, began to lower its landing gear to settle in for a smooth landing.
It seemed as though Chadd did not want to fight Snack, but instead to have his underlings do his dirty work for him.
“So be it.”
Snack jerked his way free from the grasp of one of the soldiers, moving his body to place the landing craft in front of him. He rose his bound wrists, and opened his hands, palm facing the new ship. It would never land. Finally able to allow the Darkside to be released from his grasp, he shot out through the Force, anger and hatred flying invisible through mid air heading for the outer hall on the side of the craft. It hit, putting a huge dent in the side of the metallic hull, and then was followed up by another, which ripped a small crack, yet visible from where the guards and company were standing.
The craft jerked in the air from the force of the two phantom hits. It tried to right itself, but Snack reached out through the Force creating a giant hand, so to speak. The Force gathered around the craft, circling it and closing it around it. Once captured by the Force, Snack quickly jerked his upper body to one side, signifying someone or something to go to that side. He looked up as he did the motion, and watched with pleased eyes as the craft shook in mid air, and then with a good amount of velocity, flew through the air in the motion indicated. It abruptly stopped as it hit the side of a building, instantly exploding the craft into a giant fire ball of metal and duracrete. Any and all life form in the craft or near where it impacted instantly died or suffered fatal wounds.
Smiling at a job well done, Snack turned around and continued up the ramp. Only a faint voice could be heard as Chadd spoke.
“Tabris...”
