Finally something to look forward to: a set goal to accomplish. It had been a while since there was any meaning to Snack's daily life. Training, doing paper work, making sure the Order was running smoothly and the occasional planet takeover or diplomacy, they all filled the seemingly endless void that the Sith called a life. But now, something threw itself into his business. Something that did not belong.

Snack's most recent attempt to make peaceful relations with a world had ended in folly. Everything was going as scheduled at Sluis Van, until that.. Chad Fearsons guy poked his nose into the melee. Didn't he lead The Rogue Empire? And weren't they allied with the Sith? But, why did Snack some Light at Sluis Van?

Many questions plagued his mind. That was why he was here, at Bespin, a wold controlled by Chad and his Rogue Empire. Maybe Snack could get some answers from him. Hopefully... but it was doubtful that the "Emperor" was here.

Snack glanced around the Tap-Cafe in Cloud City. This place had a long line of history, dating back to the Galactic Empire and the Rebel Alliance. Calling a droid over to him, Snack ordered an Alderaan Ale.

"There has to be something I can do to get Chad's attention. I doubt that pitiful Maximus character had even relayed his message..."

A sneer crossed his lips as he ripped the drink away from the droid and downed in one quick gulp.

The sound outside was unmistakeable, it was the undenying whine of trumpets and footsteps, never a common sight, or sound for that matter, in the mining colony known as Bespin. The steps were heavily armored judging by the weight of the steps and the sounds of the ringing. Fearsons was on the planet.

Outside there seemed to be hundreds of stormtroopers all lined up in their ranks at attention, with the pitch black, royal guard looking PeFauna...Fearsons' elite royal guards...leading both ahead and to the rear in a box formation. Fearsons was in the middle.

The wormy and worried governor of the planet, escorted by the mayor of the city, ran themselves up toward the emperor, obviously he was here to see them.

"My lord this is an unexpected pleasure, what brings you all the way out here to this barren tibanna run world?" the mayor asked hesitantly, rubbing his palm on top of his other hand nervously. Fearsons did not divert his look from straight ahead.

"I am here to inspect the production of our gas and make sure its going at 100% efficiency," he remarked, his hands falling behind his back. The governor's and mayor's looks both dropped in unison.

"Oh my lord it is of no need to check those, we umm, we uhh-" the governor tried to start, but Fearsons' stern glare shut him up quickly.

"I assume I will have to relieve you of your position," the emperor said with all his authority in his tone. With that the two silenced, and he began making his way toward his inn.

*ooc*

BUMP..

ooc: Yeah yeah.. I know I'm a slacker.

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"Bah! I grow tired of waiting."

*He pushed himself off the bar stool and stood up, throwing his bottle of ale across the bar knocking someone out. The bottle shattered upon impact of the person's head, spilling glass and the rest of the contents around the proximity on the floor. Anger coursed through his veins and arteries as his patience thinned. Reaching out with his right hand, he manifested the Darkside in him, and released it's energy.

Blue and white tendrils of electrical energy shot out from his fingertips, spraying outwards behind the bar counter. It zapped against the shelving units holding the ligquor and other alcohols on the wall. Snapping and the shattering of glass and the snapping and splintering of fried wood sounded through the pub. Bits and chunks of flaming wood flew about, landing all over the bar counter and some patrons whom had yet to seek shelt. The barkeep and serving droid tried to take cover, or retrieve their weapons. If the latter, they were foolish. No one could be able to stop a Sith Lord who controlled the Darkside as Snack did. He moved his right hand over quickly, spraying out the Force Lightening to where he pointed. His arm stopped where the servers were, and quickly his dark power surged in and out of the two shortcurciting the droid and frying the man to a crisp.

Snack allowed for a few more tendrils to jump out but stopped his power attack. Worn a bit from his use of the Force, Snack retook his seat breathing heavily. Blinking twice and moving debris from his stool and counter space, he felt a faint touch of the Force that seemed familiar. Chadd had probably landed on Bespin. Maybe Max did relay the message.

"YOU!! Stay where you are and make no unneeded movement! You are hereby under arrest, under Chadd Fearson's authority!"

The sounds of a dozen or so charging blasters whirred in the pub's large room, filling the silence with annoyance. Smiling as the still fresh smell of burnt wood filled his nostrils, Snack sipped at his drink, keeping it in his left shaking hand. The Dark Side wanted out, want to reach out and grab each and every one of those blasters and turn them around and fire upon their holders. Control, however, proved useful. Maybe these guards could lead him to Chadd if they were to take the Sith.

"Stand up slowly and put your hands in the air where we can see them!"

How stupid. Hands were but tools, not weapons. What could he possibly do with his hands? He took another sip of his drink, then swirled the liquid in the glass, watching as a funnel formed in the center.

"If you want me so bad, then walk your own behinds over here and force me to stand up," Snack taunted. "Unless your fear is skyrocketing."

He laughed shortly, finally turning his head to look at the group of stormtrooper type officers who all had their blasters aimed for the Sith's head.

"Don't tell me you're afraid?"

Finishing his drink, Snack set the glass down and stood up, placing his hands in the air mockingly. Four soldiers hesitantly made their way over to where Snack stood, placing their guns down momentarily as they fearfully put binders around Snack's wrists. Making sure they were secure himself, Snack ordered them to tighten the binds. Obviously baffled by the Sith's strange request, they did so for their own safety.

"Follow us."

The grouping turned and exited the establishment, putting Snack in the middle of the soldiers. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> How nice, an escort service with big guns to boot. Chadd's done well,<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> he thought to himself, smirking as they walked through Cloud City. The citizens of the fine city looked on in wonderment as the conglomerate made their way through, rounding corners and pushing their way through large crowds.

A final turn and they all stopped at a huge blast door. Someone walked over to the wall, which housed a computer terminal, and entered in some random keys. The doors opened with a rush of Bespin atmosphere rustling his hair to and fro. Squinting his eyes, Snack saw two star ships sitting on the oversized docking platform. One of them was probably where they were taking Snack.

The group began walking and as they did, a few more figures could be seen standing next to one of the ships. A presence hit Snack hard in the chest as the grew nearer, and looking over to his left at the group standing there, one man stood out. Fearsons. The Sith stopped mid step, staring at the man dead in the eyes. One of the guards tried to push Snack forward to keep him moving, but found an immense caldron of pain gripping at his own brain. Before crushing it, Snack let go, his eyes still locked onto Fearsons's.

"Emperor, I've been expecting you."

Irony, it seemed, that Snack would say that before Fearson's could utter those words. He smirked, still holding his ground.

“You know these binds won’t protect you from me. Neither will your guards...”

“Take him away.”

The smirk grew into a sly smile upon Snack’s face. The guards began to push him once more, and finally giving in, the Lord began to take steps towards the ship which would be his prison for however long they would be in space. Stopping once more just as he was about to board the ship, Snack looked up to the fiery orange Bespin sky. He had sensed another ship entering the atmosphere and making its way to the landing platform everyone was on. Reaching out through the Force, Snack tried to get a sense of who or what was in the craft. When it became visible to the eye, another presence rung out and hit Snack in the chest. One that was very close to that of Chadd’s, but only female. A sister? His mother? Daughter? Wife? It mattered little. The craft flew in closer and closer, and when close enough, began to lower its landing gear to settle in for a smooth landing.

It seemed as though Chadd did not want to fight Snack, but instead to have his underlings do his dirty work for him.

“So be it.”

Snack jerked his way free from the grasp of one of the soldiers, moving his body to place the landing craft in front of him. He rose his bound wrists, and opened his hands, palm facing the new ship. It would never land. Finally able to allow the Darkside to be released from his grasp, he shot out through the Force, anger and hatred flying invisible through mid air heading for the outer hall on the side of the craft. It hit, putting a huge dent in the side of the metallic hull, and then was followed up by another, which ripped a small crack, yet visible from where the guards and company were standing.

The craft jerked in the air from the force of the two phantom hits. It tried to right itself, but Snack reached out through the Force creating a giant hand, so to speak. The Force gathered around the craft, circling it and closing it around it. Once captured by the Force, Snack quickly jerked his upper body to one side, signifying someone or something to go to that side. He looked up as he did the motion, and watched with pleased eyes as the craft shook in mid air, and then with a good amount of velocity, flew through the air in the motion indicated. It abruptly stopped as it hit the side of a building, instantly exploding the craft into a giant fire ball of metal and duracrete. Any and all life form in the craft or near where it impacted instantly died or suffered fatal wounds.

Smiling at a job well done, Snack turned around and continued up the ramp. Only a faint voice could be heard as Chadd spoke.

“Tabris...”