The Rebel Faction

The sniper waits calm, cool, calculating he exists for one reason to kill. He lives by one rule, "One shot one kill". The target approached a wealthy politician who had decided to start a crack-down on illegal activity in the sector. Around the politician dozens of security guards stood waiting weapons drawn ready to react at the slightest threat. They had him outnumbered but why should he worry? Slowly the politician took a hesitating step forward towards his meeting with a local mob boss. The sniper shifts his aim slightly. The crosshairs were over his ear know. He inhales than exhales one half breath holding his rifle perfectly still. The smallest twitch of a finger .5 kg of pressure and the politician was lying on the ground in an expanding pool of blood a projectile had pierced his brain and he had died in an instant. The sniper stands up and begins to dis-assemble his rifle piece-by-piece placing it in it's durasteel case. Marth Meer freelance sniper was the best in the sector and concequently one of the most wanted. Reaching into his back pocket he took out an ornate knife. 70 little knotches ran up and down the blade using a little utility tool he carefully carved another knotch in the blade. 71 knotches, 71 shots, 71 kills and 71 faces to remember.

He heard a click as he was placing the knife back in it's sheath. Looking up he saw a Rodian wearing the the triple star insigna of the mob that he had been working for. This Rodian however wasn't a friend something accentuated by the blaster he was pointing at Marth.

"Something a problem?" Marth asked sounding unconcerned as he slowly drew the knife from his pocket again.

"The boss wants to see you. Something about your fee."

The rodian motioned with his blaster for Marth to stand but that was his mistake. For a second the blaster wasn't pointing at Marth and in that second Marth made his move. Pushing off with his left foot he dove at the Rodian with the blade of his little knife leading him. The Rodian yelled in surprise and began to bring his blaster back around towards Marth but it was too late. Marth's shoulder hit the Rodian's chest while his knife stabbed through the Rodian's thin neck. The Rodian coughed, and choked as blood began to dribble out of his wound. Then with a gasp the Rodian fell back dead. Marth was on his feet in a second cleaning his blade off on the Rodian's tunic. Sheathing his blade he began a quick search of the Rodian's clothes. All he found was a small comlink and around 200 credits. Pocketing the money and the comlink, he picked up the blaster and his rifle case leaving the rapidly cooling bodies of his targets in the fading light.