Ello, peoples~ :D
The bar was an average one on this back water planet, several beer happy bounty hunters and drug addicts filled the room smoking their joints or doing their poisons. The bar tender sat cleaning his glasses.
A well built sturdy young man walked up to the bar, his face covered in stomach churning scars and burns which looked as though they were not completely healed. He wore a dark brown hooded rob with dark stains that looked suspiciously like blood.
He took a seat at the bar. "Give me a shot of your best," He said gruffly.
The bar tender obliged, sliding a glass of cheep corelian whisky towered the strange man.
Greeto, the bounty hunter sitting on his right, noticed a shiny silver cylinder attached to the mans belt as he adjusted his robe.
The Rodian immediately pulled his blaster leveling it on the stranger.
"We aren't to found of Jedi around here." his faint Roadian accent was clearly audible.
"Join the club." The man replied, he showed no concern for the deadly weapon pointed at him and calmly took a sip of his drink.
"I mean it." Greeto said coldly, jabbing his gun into the strangers' side.
The stranger could feel the Rodians anger and uncertainty, tangible in the smoky atmosphere of the bar.
He thinks I'm a Jedi. The man mused. Wont he be disappointed.
"Want to know how I did it?" he asked calmly taking a sip of the beer the bartender had placed before him.
"Did what?" came the reply.
He could sense the Rodian becoming more nervous, but he was far from killing level emotions.
He thinks he can scare me off? The stranger laughed to himself.
"how I killed the guy I lifted this saber off of." He replied carefully balancing the silver cylinder on the end of his index finger.
Greeto became tense and the man sensed fear begin to drift among his emotions as well.
"It was quit simple really." He continued. "I just grabbed him, like this." he made a small clutching gesture with his hand.
Suddenly one of the drunken bounty hunters a few rows down was lifted out of his seat, the stranger could sense the evil coming from him, the hate, yes he would do quit nicely.
"Then I shot him like this." with lightning fast speed he wiped out a clone grade hand blaster and shot the bounty hunter straight through the chest, he let the lifeless body drop to the ground. "Sorry about the mess." he apologized throwing the bar tender several credits. The fear emanating from the Rodian spiked as he eyed the dead body.
Everyone else seemed to drunk to care.
"You're a Jedi." Greeto accused
"Greeto, Greeto, Greeto," the man said with a sigh. "You haven't been listening."
"How do you now my name!" Greetos anger and confusion spiked, temporarily overshadowing his fear.
"Simple," the man said finishing his drink. "I'm just that good."
Greeto suddenly found himself slammed up against the wall, an unknown force pressing down on his chest.
The stranger was standing now and he had activated his light saber, a sickening blood red.
The man noticed Greeto staring.
"Sith are so much easier to kill than people let on." He said nonchalantly. Gritos fear levels spiked as the force on his chest increased. He gasped for air. "I suppose I could kill you just as easily." the man seemed to ponder the thought. "I could squash you like a bug." he increased the force on the Rodians body, causing him to squirm.
He could clearly hear the Rodians thoughts. I'm going to die.
The stranger smirked at that.
He released the pressure he was putting on the Rodian. And Greeto felt his feet meet the ground.
"I need transport of this rock." The man informed him. "I need to speak with Jaba the Hutt." He tossed a sack of cedits at the Rodian who was still breathing heavily. "You will get the rest when we arrive."
The bounty hunter opened the sack and fingered the credits to be sure they were real, he smiled up at the stranger who could clearly sense that the Rodian was not going to turn down the job. The man put away his light saber and looking at Greeto.
The Rodian shrugged not willing to turn down good business.
"Right this way." he spoke politely. "My ship is outside and I will transport you immediately to Jabas palace."
the two men left the bar. Passing the bar tender, who was moping up a puddle of blood. The stranger tossed him a few credits to pay for his drink as they left.
The bar tender nodded and continued moping.
"Do I at least get the pleasure of addressing you by name." Greeto asked his new employer.
The man smiled Darkly. "Hevy." he replied.
Review... i've been going through these chapters and fixing some grammar/spelling... god i used to be TERRIBLE.