A hooded figure walked in the busy streets of coruscant, looking for his target. He should be near here by now. There. He saw a human male walking into an alley. The hooded figure followed him into the alley and turned to look behind him to make sure no one was following. "Okay," he muttered. He was not usually this tense, but a thousand credits was worth being careful for. He followed the human into his home.
"Damn," he thought. It was dark in the house. He switched on the night vision on his goggles, and looked around. He heard walking upstairs. He pulled out his custom slugthrower pistol and fitted a silencer. He crept up the stairs, not wanting to make a sound. When he finally got to the top of the stairs, the light was on so he turned his nightvision off. What he saw chilled him to the bone. The human was there, but he was facing him, and he had a red lightsaber in his hand.
"Shit," he thought. Lighsabers were among the deadliest weapons in the galaxy, and can cut flesh as easily as it cut butter.
"So," the human said. "I'm assuming that you are after the bounty on my head. Did you think that a thousand credits would come so easily? The many bounty hunters before you must have thought it was, before I killed them."
The hooded man backed away slowly, not making any sudden movements.
"Where did you get that lightsaber?" asked the hooded man.
"Oh, I simply stole it," bragged the human. "I have heard that it cuts flesh quite easily, but you are about to find out firsthand, like the rest of your bounty hunter friends."
The hooded man backed into the darkness, drawing a pure cortosis blade.
"What? I can see you drawing your sword there. You want to fight against me and my lightsaber with your sword? Are you joking? Ok, bring it on then."
The human ran at him with the lightsaber, swinging it wildly. The hooded man ducked under one of the swings, and when the man pulled back for another swing, he raised the cortosis blade into a defensive position. The man swung the lightsaber, smiling with maniacal glee. The lightsaber struck the blade, short circuited, and shut down. The man's look of complete surprise turned into pain as the hooded man stabbed him in the chest with the blade.
"Who... are... you...?" gurgled the dying man.
"For the last few moments of your pathetic life, you can call me Shadow."
Shadow grabbed the lightsaber, and examined it. It had a curved hilt, unlike most lightsabers. Wow. He could sell this for quite a lot of credits, if he met the right buyer. He turned his head as he heard footsteps outside the door. Oh great, police droids. Shadow ran back upstairs, found a window, and escaped through it.
Shadow flew his ship to Coruscant's underworld, the crime ridden area of Coruscant. He made it off of his ship and walked to the chosen bar where he would meet his client. He sat down at one of the seats in the back and waited. Eventually, a pale, bald lady walked over to him and sat down. Shadow was tense. There was something about this woman that he felt uneasy about. She was slim, and wore purplish robes and had some of what looked like armor on her shoulder.
"It's been taken care of?" asked the woman.
"Yes," said Shadow.
"I need proof that you followed through with it," said the woman.
"What proof?"
The lady sat up straighter and leaned forward.
"This man stole one of my lightsabers from me. Don't lie, I know you have it. Give it to me and you will have your bounty, or I can just kill you right here."
Shadow moved his hand towards the cortosis blade slowly, not wanting the woman to see him do it.
"Well I tried searching his house, but the lightsaber wasn't there. He must have hidden it someplace else or sold it."
The woman seemed to be angry for a moment, but then she immediately calmed down.
"Fine then," she said. Like lightning, she grabbed her other lightsaber and swiped at him. He knew he couldn't draw his cortosis blade fast enough, and instead he ducked down, narrowly getting his head severed. He leaped out of the seat and started running towards the exit. All of a sudden he was floating, and saw that the woman was using the force to hold him in the air. He could still move though, so he grabbed his pistol and shot at the woman, the bullet striking her armor and making her lose concentration. He fell from the air, landed, turned, and ran out as fast as he can. He wondered then, how much would the Jedi or the government of Coruscant pay him if he told them that there was a Sith in their midst? A lot maybe, but not as much as a black market dealer would pay for a lightsaber. He knew some places that would happily buy or sell dangerous things like a lightsaber. He found a dealer and showed him the lightsaber. The dealer was a Twi'lek, and was looking at the lightsaber with greedy eyes. Shadow turned on the lightsaber, the red light illuminating the alley. The dealer's face turned to fear.
"I can't have a red lightsaber with me!" he exclaimed. "The Jedi will come after me!"
Shadow tried to convince him otherwise, but it was no use. The dealer was adamant, and wanted him gone. Fine. Shadow walked back to his ship, and flew back up to his room in the tenements. He walked in and shut the door behind him. He wondered what he would do with the lightsaber. He could keep it, use it as a weapon, since his cortosis blade needed repair. He kept thinking when the door of his room flew open and two figures in yellow robes walked in, with yellow double bladed lightsabers in their hands.
"Sith," one of them said.
"Wait, what?" Shadow was confused, as he didn't know why they would think he was a Sith.
They both attacked him at once, attacking with incredible strength and skill. Shadow pulled out his cortosis blade and the stolen lightsaber. He jumped over one of the strikes, and blocked another. He jumped to the far side of the room, and got his bearings. If he can disable their lightsabers with the cortosis blade, then he can strike back.
One of the yellow robed men saw the blade and whispered to his partner. They both became more careful, and tried to keep an eye on the cortosis blade. One of them stabbed at Shadow, aiming for his leg. Shadow deflected the blow with a sweep of his lightsaber. The other one tried to stab at his head, but Shadow swiped at the lightsaber with the cortosis blade. The blade hit the lightsaber and short circuited it. The man payed no attention to his lightsaber and tried to throw things at him using the Force. Shadow was overwhelmed; He was both fighting with the man who still had a lightsaber and blocking objects thrown at him by the other man. This had to end. Shadow dived under the stream of objects being thrown at him and stabbed the yellow robed man in the abdomen. The man screamed, then fell to the floor, dying. The other man threw a flurry of strikes at Shadow, who barely dodged and weaved under all of them. Shadow hit one of the blows with the cortosis blade, but the worst thing happened: The blade shattered. The man's lightsaber was shut down for the moment, but the cortosis blade was destroyed, useless. He lunged forward with his lightsaber, and swung the stolen lightsaber at the man. The lightsaber sliced the man's head clean off, which rolled a little bit, the stopped. Shadow wondered who these men were, why they thought he was a Sith. He knew he had a red lightsaber, but he didn't remember the last time he switched it on. He needed to get out of here. Soon the Jedi will be after him.