A heavily armed X Wing landed at a busy port on Coruscant. The passenger removed his flight helmet and stepped out of his fighter. Nobody noticed the man, he was just another one of the crowd. The black trench coat he had on concealed the flame-thrower hung on his shoulder and the NR blaster on his belt.

The man had been sent to Coruscant on a Sith hunt. There had been a few sightings of a strange person weilding a lightsaber killing innocent civilians around here, and this man had been sent to find the killer and destroy them. The man was Pyro, leader of the New Republic Gamma Squad. After casually strolling a few blocks, he found the place he was looking for. There had been a report here of the Sith an hour or so before. Pyro sat down at the booth and ordered some juice. After glancing around a few times, he found the suspect. Fit the description perfectly. Pyro saw the lightsaber, and all his doubts left him.

"Hey...I'll take a bottle of that," Pyro said as he pointed at some liquor. The bartender handed him the bottle, but the Rebel didn't drink it. Instead he poured some of it out and poured his juice inside on top of the liquor. Pyro didn't have much time. He pulled out a water-proof match, lit it, and dropped it in. As soon as the juice and liquor mixed it would explode.

"Hey, you!" The Sith looked up when Pyro yelled, and he let the bottle fly. It exploded as it hit the table the Sith was at, causing a small explosion. "How ya like that?" he called out to the fire.

Selket walked into the bar on Coruscant. Seemed like alot of people had the same idea. Taking a seat at the bar, she ordered a drink.

While sitting there she sensed the void in the force, a blankness -- someone was hiding their dark presence. Her eyes scanned the room as she reached out with the Force. There was a definite evil lingering with a dark secret to hide. Being a former Sith, she could sense evil much easier than many Jedi Knights. She knew exactly where the Sith was.

If one was to hide, there was no better place than this part of Coruscant. Many creatures chose this area as a hide out.

Then in walked a figure armed to the teeth. He had an aire about him that screamed trouble. Selket watched him order his drink then made a mix that would prove her right.

"Hey you!" the stranger yelled at the Sith, the dark one hiding in the shadows. He threw a bottle causing a firey explosion at the Sith's table.

The Sith guarded himself from the fireball with a dark shield of the Force. Enraged he was up in an instant ready for a fight.

Was this stranger ready for a challange from a powerful Sith? Selket laid in ready with her hand on her saber to assist the stranger.

Day in, day out: Same old thing. Datacards, and whatnot from the Order filed in too fast of a rate, And the Elder Sith Lord couldn't take much more of the "paperwork" nonsense. A Sith had better things do to than busy work for an Order. Luckily, now most of the paperwork, the fleet and planetary workings, were now in the hands of New Order representatives. Yay.

Coruscant was a decent vacationing spot, but not the ideal one. He had places to be in a weeks time, Coruscant only being a minor stop off. Halfway through his minor vacation, Snack stopped at a local shop that had a holonet viewer. "Coruscant Daily" was currently showing a news clip, one that caught the Sith's attention.

"Wanted: A mysterious man armed with a lightsaber has been reeking havoc here on Coruscant.He has already been identified for countless slaughters and is expected to cause more. He must be stopped! Any information on this man would be very helpful in the arrest and persecution of this highly dangerous foe."

A picture of Snack appeared next on the screen, his hood down, eyes dark and burning, a scowl on his face. Definitely not his good side. His hair was horrid at the time of the picture; dark strands just hanging down the front of his face. Least they could have done was notify Snack before they took the picture. And they wonder why Sith are evil. They make them evil!

Screams from pedestrians don't help either. The crowd that had gathered to watch this news feed all turned towards Snack and screamed upon seeing the picture. They all fled and ran for their lives. Wussies.

"I need a drink."

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In the darkest place he could find in the local pub, Snack sat drinking his Alderaan Ale. It was his favorite one he hasn't had the chance of drinking for a while. Nothing was out of the ordinary here, and no one seemed to recognize him. There was another Force presence there, one that was alerted. They had probably felt Snack a long time ago, and was just on edge just incase the Sith were to try something funny. Naw... all he wanted was a peaceful drink.

"Hey you!" A voice cried out. Snack looked up in time to see a bottle full of liquid hit his table. It exploded in a ball of fire, covering the table in flames. Snack's drink now no more. Frelling idiot. He wanted to finish his own drink!

In an instant Snack was up, the flaming table tipped over on his side, and a teal lightsaber powered up from Snack's right hand.

"Whoever just did that has made the biggest mistake of their lives, for they have no idea who they have started something with," Snack's voice was dark and menacing.

<font color=white> Ren was sitting in a little bar on coruscant on what seemed to be for him, a never ending journey to Yavin IV.

Ren was in the hope that going there he wouldn't be found, he certainly didn't want to be and Coruscant wasn't exactly the quietist place in the Galaxy either, so the shorter his stay here the better.

He had noticed that people where more agitated than usual, probably because of the warnings of a Sith on the rampage in the vicinity. Ren was in no danger however, his quarrel was with the Hutts and bounty hunters, not the Sith. But he thought it necessary to be cautious.

Sipping on his bottle of Ithorian brandy Ren felt a tingle jolt through his body. At first he figured it was the alcohol kicking in, but he would soon find out otherwise. A figure sitting at the bar suddenly lept up from his stool with a burning bottle in his hand.

The being lobbed the burning object across the Bar where it struck one of the customers sitting in a booth.

Ren ducked for cover under his table grabbing his bottle of brandy in the process. He placed his hand on his lightsaber praying that he wouldn't need it as he was not yet as skilled as most Jedi, however if all else failed his Blaster would serve him right.

"Hey Snack, how ya doin?" Pyro said to the figure now visible through the dying flames. "I figured you would be the one I would find her. You can call me Pyro.....if you have the chance to see me again." The Rebel pulled out his blaster and fired a few shots at the Sith's head, just before rolling behind an overturned table.

His blade moved with unmatched speed and expertise, blocking and ricocheting the blaster bolts in all different directions. He brought his blade back down at his side, looking straight at the table Pyro dove behind.

With a small smirk, the Sith rose his left empty hand, and calling on the Force, threw the table across the bar room, it splintering in numerous wooden pieces as it hit the wall.

"I see you again," he said, reaching out through the Force and grabbing around Pyro's windpipe with the invisible hand of the Force.

"How...nice....of...you...." Pyro managed to squeeze out while floating an inch or two above the air by an invisible hand around his throat. He brought his blaster up again and fired off another shot at Snack. The Sith Master made the laser blast "evaporate" Vader-style, letting Pyro fall to the floor.

"How impressive!" the Commodore said sarcastically. "Why don't you come do that with your real hand, coward?"

"Coward?" He shook his head. "Hardly. I'm not the one who was hiding behind a useless piece of furnished wood."

Snack kept a steady pace for Pyro, moving what tables were in his way with the Force.

"But I do tend to do what's easier for me when the time calls. It's just as effective, if not more so."

He smirked, lifting his left arm up to shuolder hieght once more, palm stretched out. Conteroting the Force once more, the Sith Lord let go a Force Push, hitting Pyro across the chest and sending him back hard into the wall behind him.

Ren popped his head up over the Edge of the table, which had served him well as a sheild.

Looking around he could see the man earlier engulfed in flames was standing there, unharmed.

Ren closed his eyes andreached out with his mind and could see that his mind was brewing over with hatred and other such Evil thoughts.

Reopening his eyes, Ren could still see the man, but now he was staring at Ren, with much annoyance at being probed. This impudent full would pay. Ren gulped down the last of his brandy as he gazed on in terror.

Pyro slid down the wall to his knees, and looked up at Snack. "Let's heat things up, sha'll we?" With that Pyro pulled out his flame-thrower and sprayed fire at his opponent. He could still see Snack standing up, calling on the Darkside to put out the flames, so he ran at the Sith, jumping on a chair, then a table, and finally leaping through the air to deliver a kick to Snack's face. "How do you like that?" Pyro asked as he started to kick the fallen warrior.

"You!" Pyro called to Ren. "Get these civilians out, I've got a feeling this place won't be standing much longer!" The fire wasn't big yet, but the NR Commodore figured if they kept this up it would be burnt down in no time, especially with all the alcohol and other flammable materials.




(ooc: for some reason it won't let me post as Pyro, I will try posting with this name.)