Riikus: Sith Inquisitor

[Henry_Eigh]

There exists a society in the Galactic Alliance that had existed since the fall of the old republic and the Jedi. This society has recruited members in secrecy, and when the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order defeated the Lost Tribe of the Sith, the recruitment of potential students skyrocketed. One recruit, an eighteen year old that hailed from Dantooine, was the epitome of selection. He was young, had no family to speak of, and he was in sore need of friends. The agent in charge of recruiting sat in the cantina left leg crossed over the right, nursing a vile concoction of alcohol and juice. The drink itself was not bothering the Tatooinian. He could sense the beings in the cantina. Most patrons were on the cusp of drunkenness. A few were not. The agent took in their alerted looks with calm clarity. He already knew what was about to unfold, and he was already in motion when they jumped up and drew various weapons. Unclipping a cylindrical object from the belt on his waist, he clicked it to the on position. At once a blade of darkest black erupted from the nozzle. As one fired a shot, he deflected it to the throat of the third guy clear across the room. When the second one ran across the room all the while shooting at him, the agent pivoted and spun all the while moving and evading the shots. He was abreast with the man and cut him from left hip to the right shoulder. He dropped one piece at a time. The first guy abandoned the blaster and drew a Trandoshan long-sword. The agent arched an eyebrow, and moved to engage him. Closing quarters, the agent cut diagonally, only to have the blade of his hand-crafted lightsaber stopped by the cortosis shield on the sword. Flipping up and back, he wrenched the sword from the man with the Force and when the agent landed, used it to impale the would-be assassin. Not even out of breath, the agent flicked off his lightsaber. In the midst of the fight, all the patrons became instantly sober and had raced to the exits. He was alone. That was when the eighteen year old from Dantooine came into the cantina and stared horrified at the corpses. Narrowing his eyes, the agent held up a finger, and the young man froze just as he opened his mouth to scream in panic. the agent cocked his head to the right and studied the young man. Calling on the Force, he could see the spiritual scars on the man. Whatever he had been through, it left him with a negative attitude towards everything, and everyone. Edited July 17, 2012 by Henry_Eigh