The Rebel Faction

The sun rises over the spaceport of Mos Eisly and it`s habitant`s wake up revieving the port to live once more for another day, children playing, merchants and customers debating for a reasonable price, spaceships flying over the spaceport and something, which doesn`t happen really often. A distant figure appears on the horizon coming closer and closer with every step, the figure arrives at the end of the street silencing the people and driving the children out of the man`s way. Or no one could really call this figure a man, because they really didn`t, if there was a human behind that mask, which hid the face of a ruthless bounty hunter known as Nebael. The man was in his every day suit and was carrying two corpses on his shoulders chuckling to himself because of the effect of his arrival. He took few steps and headed straight across the street to the small cantina owned by one of the hutt`s, there were no police or upholders of the law standing in his way, because practicly he was the police only serving the law of the hutt`s. Everyone knew the couple he was carrying, because if someone tried to screw the hutt`s everybody would know ecspecially the bounty hunter`s and only to this one`s luck the couple had fled to the desert. To his and the sandpeople`s domain with whom everyone thought Nebael to have contacts with or even be one. Nebael walked in the cantina letting other people on the streets to breathe easier, because they know that this man could kill without held responsible. Evenone time a man fell to the ground with a poison dart on his troath because he had just spilled some of his drink on this bounty hunter`s chest. Luckily for the people of Mos Eisly he was planning to depart from Tatooine, but of course no one know that, because they thought that they would have to manage with this bounty hunter for the rest of their lives. Nebael had bigger plans than to rott on Tantooine for the rest of his life and be killed by some pesky coward bounty hunter when he`s old. Eventough life was sweet there was no thrill in his hunts for bounties, the kills were too much the same, that he couldn`t even seperate them from each others anymore. The victim comes to the desert, Nebael waits while burrowing in the sand and when the victims come close enough they die when Nebael jumps up and throws couple of darts at them. Some did offer some resistance, but they had been hit by his darts to their hands or legs so, if they managed to get away they died before reaching a place for possible treatment. Being bored was his worst enemy in the world, he had used his money and tried many things. Not even a drink had made his day better so he had only drank once in his life, but this time he propably could in the honor of his departure and the hutt`s would mourn the lose of a good bounty hunter, but they should recover because from the midst of the criminal under world there would a new one to replace him. Nebael walks to the bartender and with looks on his while he slams the dead bodies on the table, which the bartender had just cleaned. Nebael leans at the table while he places his staff against it leaning too.

"Oh...Now look what you have done..You messed up a fine table, ehich just had cleaned with the blood of these fools" The bartender smiles.

Nebael snaps his fingers smiling behind his mask"I guess you`ll just have to clean it Frab, but I believe I`ve earned the bounty on these one`s" Nebael takes both of the corpses from their hair showing their dead faces and the other head drops off. "Ups...That strike was too hard on his, but I`m sure the hutt`s won`t mind for him being headless."

Frab takes the corpses and carries them into the backroom from where they would be taken onwards for the hutt`s after, that he takes some credits and hands them over to Nebael who takes them and puts them a bag on his belt.

"Listen Frab..You can out this message onwards to the hutt`s with the dead couple..I`m leaving Tatooine perhaps for good" He spat on the ground. "The bounties around here don`t just change and now..You might offer, that free drink you`ve been talking about these past 10 years."

Frab took a glass shaking his head and gave the drink to Nebael "That`s a damn shame...Hutt`s ain`t gonna be too happy, but at least they ain`t gonna dare to lay a finger on ya." Frab smiled, but then a drunken quarren disturbs him and yells "Bartender a new drink!" Frab and Nebael turn to look at the quarren who silences quickly, then they both shake their heads returning to the conversation at hand.

Nebael takes his staff and stops leaning "Well...I need something new and I`ve never actually seen the space so at least i won`t be bored and tell the hutt`s my thanks for profitable relationship." Nebael leaves with his drink to a corner table after he had driven some Jawas around from it. Nebael sits down taking a mouth full pondering what`s the other planets would be like and the becoming bounties.

Nebael looked aroun the cantina while drinking and pauses his drinking when the Ubese walks in cause he knew, that this could be messy cause the Ubese had been after some same bounties and Nebael never knew who the alien had reacted to that. He draws few darts silently at hand, but so that no one would see it and examined this bounty hunter while he talked to Frab at the bar counter. Then the Ubese got a drink and began to approach his table, under his mask Nebael was slightly swearing from excitement, but it didn`t show on the outside, because the only holes in his helmet were for his hair, few small ones for breathing and drinking, but could be opened for eating and for his eyes. The ubese walked to Nebael.

"I heard that you are the hunter Nebeal, that you where going to get off this rock. If that is so, I would like to join you."

Nebael was quite stunned, but was aware if there was a catch in this or a trap because he had lived all his life alone in the desert except for the time with his father, which was an unwelcome subject to him as his race question was. Nebael pointed at the chair in front of him with his hand open upwards as an offer to sit down, he didn`t care if the ubese sat down or not, but he looked at the ubese with his strange deep dark green and slightly perhaps orange eyes.

"Frab told you eh? Bartenders just can`t shut up cant they?" Nebael smiled."And what comes to your questions, yes I am the bounty hunter know as Nebael and yes I`m leaving this dusty rock eventough it`s my homeplanet." Nebael finished his drink and pushed it to the corner of the table from where a waiter would pick it up or someone would drop it and pay for it. "So you want to come with me? Or we would go together eh? Well..."

Nebael was thinking this strange proposition hard, could he trust this ubese? just out of nothing this offer is made for him and without him knowing the person in front of him, but one thing was clear. He could always trust another bounty hunter unless the bounty was on him.

"Ok..."Nebael mumbled out "I`m in, but!" He rises his hand just in front of the ubese pointing him with a dart between his thumb and other fingers. "Rules are to be made, rule number one: No backstabbing at any matter or even an attempt to screw me, if you think that I`m a stupid Tusken raider your mistaken and that leads to rule number 2, if we are clear on number 1" Nebael wawes the dart up and down." Then rule number two: NO questions about my race and if you trie to look when I`m not wearing this or even trie to remove it, I promise I will make you pay. Are we positive on the two rules?" Nebael continues the move with his dart " Rule number three: there will be no leader ok? This will be one ship democracy and in every big decision we both have a thing to say, if we bounty together then we will split the money in half? Understood?" Nebael put the dart back on his belt then offering his hand "Agreed?"

Nebael stands throws another dead body on Frab`s table who muorns for his gone clean table.

"And I tought that yesterday was the last time i would have to clean up your mess Nebael, but i guess i was wrong..." Frab smiled and took the body to the back. He returns with a pouch of credits, which Nebael puts to his belt.

"Take care Frab...I`ll be seeing you perhaps one day..."Nebael said as he was walking away, but still looking at Frab.

"Don´t get wussy on me you scumbag and go check your new ship..."Frab cleaned his table as Nebael walked out, but as he got out Frab shouted."And don`t you dare to mess my table anymore with your no goof bounty bodies!!"

Nebael laughed to himself and made his way to the landing pad with a smile, when he saw the ship he stood there for a while shrugging to himself cause it wasn`t him who knew about ships. He saw the ramp opening and walked in where he found Kra`el sitting in the cockpit, then he put some of his gear away to have comfortable flight and sat next to Kra`el. He was no pilot, but luckily Kra`el knew something about that for his luck, Nebael knew slightly about puting cordinates, but that was it. He looked at the dash and looked then at Kra`el.

"So....Ryloth eh? That rock must be more desolate than the deserts of Tantooine, but if we want this smuggler killed then let`s go.."

Nebael closed the landing ramp, then Nebael put some cordinates in with the help of Kra´el after the ship had nice gotten off and into outer space. Soon they were there were Nebael had never been, he looks at the stars with slight amazement for some reason and smiles for a while.

"You know...some might say it`s quite beatiful out here..." He laughs a little "But what do I know of that? Nothing, but at least I have my opinion of the space and I think it`s beatiful already..."

He shrugs turning his eyes forwards and nods to Kra`el who has already preapared the hyperdrive and the stars become stripes at the ships sides. Nebael went to the back to rellax while Kra`el roably stayed at the cockpit in case of any emergency, Nebael went to the quaters where there was 4 beds and at the end of them was a box for keeping stuff. He kneeled and opened it placing his credits and few other stuff in there, he tried the bed smiling cause he hadn`t layed so comfortably before. Then he went to look at a closet besides the wall and opens it, but he sees a mirror in the inside part of the door and looks back carefully. Nebael opened the closet wide open and began to snap few parts in his helmet and takes it off, Nebael looks at his face and touches it with trembling hands. He wasn`t realy ugly, but he couldn`t call himself handsome, then he put the helmet back with his hands trembling. It had been years since he had seen his face, he didn`t have a beard which could grow so that wasn`t a problem, but sometimes he looked at himself to remind him about his past and of what he was. He lays down and sleeps until he hears a shout, they had come out of the hyperspace, which meaned soon duty would call alltough it was kind of funny to think as a duty. He took his gear and walked to the cockpit where Kra`el was already operating the landing to a small spaceport. Nebael then smiles to Kra`el with an evil look in his eyes.

"So...shall we now find that smuggler from this dusty rock and hunt him down?" Nebael whirled his Gaffi stick around.