It was burning hot as usual on the planet of tatooine. But business in the town of(OOC:Oops!!!! sorry forgot the name of the town. I know it's Mos....something.LOL) As well as inside the cantina. Temper's flared from drunks, and from within this negative atmosphere sat one of the dark beings. In one of the dark areas of the cantina sat a figured clad in white, unusual for a being of darkness, but for this particular figure it suited him well enough.

Sitting with a white hood coverig his face, he wasn't drinking anything. Instead he fed off of the anger and atred he felt within the cantina. This place reaked of liberation, and lucking for these patrons they wouldn't have to wait long.

Three drunks walke passed this figure's table one of them bumbing it in the process. Looking up his hood still hid his face, only his cold dark blue eyes glared at each of them.

*You've got some nerve buddy. I expect an apology for disturbing me*

The drunks just looked at the man in white and laughed.

D1:Aww so the man wants an aplogy now does he. What are you some kind of monk.

D2:Yeah look at him he looks like a pufy white cloud dressed like that.

D3:Naw maybe he's one of them jedi.

The figure chuckled at the three men's comments. The sith stood up slowly and removed his hood. His waist length white hair flowed out, while his dark blue eyes were still fixed on the men.

D1:He can't be, a jedi wouldn't be caught dead in clothes like that.

The other two laughed histerically which attracted the attentions of som of the other patrons. Some who indeed knew the figure and instantly stood up and left. Other's who also knew the dark figure tried to urge the men to leave him alone and give him whatever he wanted. The first drunk however snickered and continued to taunt and tease the sith..not knowing who he was messing with.

D1:Now listen here you punk, you want an apology huh....well hows about i give you an apology with my fist.

As the man lifted his hand to punch the sith, a white flash appeared and within a blink of an eye the drunkard lost his hand. The sith llaughed at the man who was now crying in pain. The double bladed white saber held in his hand with one side ignited.

*Your right about one thing pal, i aint no jedi. And as for the apology well i don't want it......i think i'll just take your lives*

Before any of the men could even move, they found themselves decapitated and literally diced up. The body parts fell to the floor in a big pool of blood, Malice simply walked past it and glared at everyone else within the bar.

*So, who else wants some. I'll take on the whole lot of you*

Through all the panic and chaos, the sith could sense someone. He could sense that small light, that smallray of hope which always appeared just as he was starting to have fun. The sith grinned and began walking to the center of the cantina.

*Come out jedi, i can sense your here. Stop hiding like a coward and face me*

For some odd reason the presense felt oddly familiar to him. But he couldn't quite place who it was.


OOC:TTT

The sith had been having abit to much fun. There was a Trooper droid watching the whole thing. Malace was at his old tricks again. The sith was glancing towards his droid as if he knew some thing was up. C4 was in at a table next to him in a cloak. Something that he had taken to doing lately sense his last upgrade. The vong crab armor tended to make people more uncomfortable then even his Phase 3 dark trooper body that looked like a more sinister version of a storm trooper ever did.

He stands up behind the sith. "Malace, do you remember what I told you last time we met?" He asked when he was facing him from behind.

Malice simply turns and glares at the bounty hunter.

* I do not, nor do i care. You see this time i have come looking for you. Those things i just killed were nothing more then illusions to get you to reveal yourself*

Taking out a control device, Malice presses a button. The illusion of three dead men fade, and replacing them were broken body parts of droids.

*Why not be a true fighter for once and not use the armor. Or must i crush you in that tin can*

As he was talking, the sith instantly began drawing on the darkisde. Storing up his energy and readying himself to attack.

OOC: Just a FYI C4 is a completly and totally a droid.

IC: This time the droid had no Yalsimari with in him. His upgrades allowed him greater mobility againest the vong. Unbeknownst to the sith C4 was substatually up graded lately, under his cloak he had cybernetically altered vong crab armor and amphistaffs. As for his personal equipment he had many new armaments that made him quite deadly. From behind the cloak C4 spoke.

"It does not matter that those were not real. There were several occurances of murder that could be traced back to you. I have come to collect you head for the sake of those soles."

OOC:So is it just a droid, or is C4 with the droid.

IC:Malic merely grinned at the droid.

*Now now C4 give me more cedit then that. If were to go n a killing spree i would kill more then you have mentioned. Quite franky i am rather offended by this*

Malice took a few steps back an eyed the droid. He instantly knew the droid had no force inhibiting bubble to block the sith from using the force, for Malice could still tap into it. Malice snickered as he kept filling his body with force energy.

*If you have come for my head then fine......come and take it*

Lifting both his hands Malice reached out with the force. The chairs, stools, bottles and mugs rose into the air and they all began swhirling around. Most were headed straight for the droid.

C4 was done playing. He extened his two cortosis wrist blades. And cut away the cloak. Revealing his new nature. A droid that was part vong bio tech and part empirial death machine. From the other hand a light saber extended from his other wristed. He stood still raised his hands cutting the first of the chairs apart. Then he showed one of his new up grades.

He was able to redirect and concentrate his rupulsors in a general directtion. This time it happened to be at the sith. The repulsors were just as strong as any force push. Slaming the sith into a wall. The room was clearing out of sentients. The area was cleaning up.

Malice hit the wall with a thud, thanks to the force which had cushioned the impact he stood up with a miner hrobbing pain coursing through his body.

*So, i see you've improved yourself since the last time we met. This just may prove interesting*

Reaching to his belt he unclipped his saber ingiting both sides. The white blades shot out with a hissing sound. While walking towards the droid two patrons of the bar tried to run out past the sith. But they were not fast enough and in one quick motion they'e lives were over as they're heads fell off the shoulder's and on to the floor. Malice looked at the droid with a sly grin on his face.

*Why bother wasting your time defending these weak ceatures. They were created to serve those stronger then them. They were created to srve those who wield the force, The sith in particular. The jedi have corrupted the force with their antics about peace and justice, when they know very well that it is power which get's yo what you want*

Malice stood about 7 feet from the droid and stopped.

*Take yourself for example, did you not upgrade yourself to have more power to use in order to overcome your foes. I know you did not do this just for looks, you wanted the power didn't you. Join the darkside, embrace the darkness that lies within you, let it's power rush through you. With the darkforce at your disposal, no one will stand in your way, not humans, not jedi, not anyone. The sith are destined to rule the galaxies, and we shall succeed in this*

Malice began drawing on the darkside once again, reading himself just incase the droid did not see things his way. And ifthe droid would not listen, then he would show him what powers the darkside can yield.

"You talk far to much sith." From his chest a compartment opened and a disrutper blast shot from his chest. Disrutors were useless as long range weapons. But at relitively close range they would vaporive almost any thing.

Malice quickly side stepped the attack, narrowly missing being vaporized. Looking up at C4 Malice again could only smile.

*If you want to know the truth of why i have been looking for you then i shall tell you. I have come to offer you a job, a job as a bounty hunter. You shall get well paid and if you succeed then you will also get a lambda class shuttle. So, are you willing to listen,or do you still want to carry on this meaningless fight*

The fingertips of Malice soon began to light up from the energy of the blue lightning dancing from fingertip to fingertip.

C4 was tired of this game. At the drop of a binary signal his droid troopers in storm trooper armor closed in. He did not have a yisimarri pack but the four droids did. That and the droids all had beads on the now force less sith.

"Rule number one of my code sith. I never work for empirials or sith. Unless circumstances deem of course." He puases.

"So Can you give me a good reason or do I have to end your life here and now for your crimes againest living sentients."