The Rebel Faction

Zarith watched from the shadows as the young Jedi made his way off of the transport. The information that had been passed to him appeared to be correct. Someone in the New Order had figured out where this ships was bound for after it had been impounded. That information had been passed down to him. It was likely that a Jedi would be sent to take the ship back, and as a test he was sent out here to stop them.

Zarith could just barely feel Mikel's presence. His force perception was toned down to help keep him invisible to his opponent. Zarith watched the Jedi walk off in the direction of the impound yard.

Zarith had grown up on Coruscant, his childhood spent in the uppermost areas, where those with wealth and power lived. As his family had declined, he found himself slowly sinking lower and lower into the depths of Coruscant. He had become the man he was today in those lower depths, learning how to fight, to survive. His connection with the force had given him an edge he needed in those days. His hand went up to his face and slowly traced the long scar that ran across it. That one had been a particularly close call.

With his knowledge of Coruscant, Zarith was able to arrive at the impound yard before the Jedi. He waited in the shadows, biding his time until he could strike.

Zarith saw the Jedi approach the impound lot and begin to talk to the guard. Zarith snickered. The Jedi would talk and try and manipulate his way in, but Zarith was a Sith. Sith simply took what they wanted. They did not bother talking or dealing with some simpleton guard.

Zarith rapidly considered his options. He could move against the Jedi now, while he was busy with the guard. It might make the battle go quickly, but it would draw unwanted attention. He would be attacking the Jedi out in the open, and the guard might have time to alert the authorities. It was also highly likely that the impound lot was equipped with cameras. It would be difficult for him to escape with witnesses and video images of him plastered all over the planet. No, he would have to be more subtle.

Zarith quietly circled around the impound lot. He soon found what he was looking for, a secondary emergency entrance to the lot. It was a single door, a holocamera hanging over it, watching for anyone who might try and gain entrance. Zarith smiled darkly. Reaching out with the force he twisted the holocamera around so it face the building itself, effectively blinding the security inside. He then quickly made his way to the door and waited.

Zarith's efforts were soon rewarded as the door slid open and a lone figure slowly stepped out. Zarith was on him quickly, a quick stab with his lightsaber through the man's throat made sure that he could issue no screams before dying. Zarith dashed into the lot, decapitating another guard who had apparently accompanied the other man he had killed. Zarith glanced around, finding that he was in some sort of security building. He raked his lightsaber across the various controls, sending sparks and flashes up from them. "No records." He muttered to himself. He then set off to what he had identified as the ship the Jedi was coming for. Zarith smiled, he would slay the Jedi just as he reached his objective.