Tatooine, the harsh desert planet, the birthplace of the Chosen One. The land of Sand People and Jawas, once the home of the infamous Hutt, Jabba. Darth Tyran had been born here but he did not remember his life here, or any life before he had accepted the Dark Side. He had been alive for thousands of years but time become blurry when alive for so long. He still had his strongest memory though, his hatred for those who could not use the Force.

Darth Tyran had just arrived to the planet at Mos Eisley, his plan was simple, it was time for the Galaxy to succumb to a new emperor. His starting point would be Tatooine, he planned on finding remnants of the Hutts, gaining the support of the Sand People as well as the Jawas. Then to head to the President of Tatooine and to either overthrow him or corrupt him to his cause.

He was to meet his apprentice at the Cantina, where they would begin their plans. He walked to the Cantina explanding his mine to sense other Force Sensitives, he then knew who else was on this planet. He smirked and thought to himself, "Their being here will make this first conquest most interesting."

Down one of the alleyways of Mos Eisley, a man was running for his life.

Looking back almost every couple of seconds, one could almost taste the fear that the man was drenched with. Fear for his life, fear to die, fear from a certain bounty hunter. Robes flowing against the wind as he ran, he went down one alley, swiftly turning down another, and then another, hopefully trying to lose whoever was following him. But it was all in vain.

Xars was tracking this particular man for almost 2 hours straight, and he was fairly certain that his quarry would tire out soon enough. He had been traveling via rooftop, efficiently negating the need to navigate such narrow walkways. The Zabrak watches him take a sharp right down another alley, but he didn't have to do much, for the alley he ran down was a dead-end. As the robed man approached the end, with no way out, the hunter glided down from the rooftops, gently landing on top of a knee. Recovering, Xars looked up, his pray terrified of what was going to happen next.

"You know, you shouldn't have ran. You could have made it much easier on yourself if you decided to come with me in the beginning." the Zabrak announced, walking towards the man.

Zap.

The other man, now cornered and is certain to die, had withdrew a blaster pistol and fired it at his assailant, but it was to no avail. He was a mere 15 feet away, and he had missed Xars by inches. Withdrawing both of his lightsabers, Xars was walking closer to the man, whom Xars had identified as a Force-sensitive.

"Please, why are you doing thi-"

Xars thrusted his right hand towards the man, activating the blade at the last second, piercing through the man's heart. As the lifeless corpse slumped towards the ground, the Zabrak deactivated the blade, hiding both hilts along his belt under his robes. Grabbing the body, he slumped it over his shoulder, then began his trek back towards the cantina for his payment.

"Hmmm... breathing out, I empty myself of emotions..." Master Ethec whispered to himself, breathing out and gesticulating his hands in a wind like motion away from his chest.

"Breathing in, I fill myself of the force..." his hands now swiftly curving back up to his face as he inhaled.

Ethec hated this planet, though he could feel the life-force of so many happenings. This planet was dry of spirit, dry of force. Everyone was afraid, passionate and bored. Everyone was miserable. Tatooine was the worst place to be in the galaxy, by far. To make matters worse, he could sense a strong force sensitive. Too strong. Perhaps even stronger than Master Ethec. But Ethec was without fear. He was out here for one reason only: find where the Chosen One was born. A pilgrimage to further find power and identity in the force.

Off to Mos Espa, reluctantly so.

Tyran expanded his mind again to reach Xars, when he was sure he made a connection he spoke in his mind, "Meet me at the arranged spot." He had just opened the doors to the Cantina when he said this, he got several strange looks but they could not see his Sith armor under the robes. He headed to a vacant corner and waited for his Apprentice.
He once again set his mind to sense the other powerful force sensitive on the planet, by how powerful it was he guessed it was a Jedi Master.

Kalas was sitting in the cantina in Mos Eisley, slowly sipping away at a glass of Twi'lek liquor. Her job was simple, crush the moisture farmers union so the Hutts could come in and commandeer the immensely important business. The farmers had set up a large union, even hired a few mercenaries to protect the union head, after the Hutts made a very generous offer to bribe the him. Kalas finished her drink and looked out into the relatively barren cantina, there were a few humans and rodians watching some Twi'lek dancers while listening to the music, but other than that it was empty. If Kalas's information was correct, the union head and the leading moisture farmers were coming here for a meeting in a matter of minutes.

And sure enough, just a few moments later, they arrived, five humans, with four guards, three male humans, and one female echani. They sat down in a corner of the room and immediately began discussing something, the guards surrounded them, looking in all directions. Kalas placed her hands on her pistols, ready to draw them and obliterate the guards, the echani noticed this, obviously on a much higher level than the humans and already moved from her position, drawn her vibrosword and called out, "Enemy!"

Kalas drew her pistols in a lightning fast motion and fired half a dozen shots, killing the three humans before they had a chance to draw their weapons, the echani, however, was already about two meter from Kalas. Kalas tried to fire at the echani, but she moved too fast, she swung her vibrosword downward at Kalas, who narrowly avoided the swing. The echani used her other hand to punch Kalas in the face, causing her to drop her pistols. Kalas smirked and drew her own vibroblade and said, "I've never actual gone sword to sword with an echani, you're supposed to be pretty good right?"

"Fool, the echani are unrivaled in close combat!" the woman spat back. She charged and lunged her blade at Kalas in an immensly fast motion, Kalas avoided it and swung her own blade upward at the woman's arm, she back flipped out of the way and rolled around to Kalas's left, she thrust her blade at Kalas's side, but Kalas deflected the blade and kicked the woman in the shin, she dropped down to one knee for a split second before rolling around to Kalas's front again ans swinging her sword downward. Kalas hit the side of the woman's blade with her left arm and said, "This is why you wear ARMOR!" as she swung her blade from the right, decapitating the woman.

Screams from the moisture farmer union were herd as Kalas sheathed her vibroblade and collected her pistols and holstered them. She then grabbed the head of the echani woman and threw it into the middle of the table. The union head yelled, "Please don't kill us! We'll let the hutts take over!"

Kalas smirked then drew one of her pistols and shot him, she then looked around the table and said, "So, looks like there's an opening as the head of the union, any takers?"

The men remained silent.

"That's what I thought..." Kalas said, laughing to herself. She holstered her gun and walked out of the cantina saying to the bartender, "My drink's on them..." and laughed again.

Walking up towards the cantina, Xars noticed a mandalorian exiting and disappearing off. The armor is unmistakable. The old tales of Boba Fett, supposedly the best bounty hunter that existed during his time told of him wearing similar armor. That it saved his life from a sarlacc not once, but twice...

A corpse of a dead Force user on his shoulders, he entered through the doors of the cantina, noticing the decapitated body of a certain echani being cleaned up from the floor on his right. Well, this is the place. I don't know why master doesn't use the damn communicators that we have, he thought to himself, tossing the corpse onto the counter.

"Tell the officials that the job's done, and I want my 400 thousand credits in my account in two days. Or else they'll end up like this poor man."

The bartender took a quick glance at the corpse, and didn't know if he was joking about the latter part of that sentence. But he didn't want to take any chances.

"Yes sir. I'll get a messenger to deliver the body as soon as possible."

Tossing his hood over his head, shadowing his face, he noticed the Sith Lord, sitting in a vacant corner, subtly waiting for him. A few minutes later, crossing between the other patrons in his way, he had reached the table, and proceeded to sit.

"You know, master, that it wouldn't hurt to contact me on my communicator. The telepathic connection is going to ruin my disguise." He softly spoke, making sure that he was speaking in a hushed tone.

The Sith Lord chuckled softly, "I prefer old ways, you have been born into this new world where such things are easily done, however their is a sense of pride in it." He spoke these words softly and eyed the dead force sensitive on the counter, "What a pity, it would do them good these days to turn to the Dark Side and seek me out, Darth Krayt himself didn't mind having minions. Of course he never taught them his deepest secrets and neither would I." Darth Tyran looked back at his Apprentice, "Time has come for us to start a new Sith Order, when these times of war come, remember you will be hunting for me not these "common" fools." The word common came off with disgust, "You noticed the bounty hunter leaving correct? Good, go find her and bring her here, she is likely connected to the Hutts. She will be useful, use any trick necessary to get her here, I doubt she will fall for a simple mind trick so.. Make it worth her while." Its likely she will not like my proposal and will cause a ruckus, so I'll handle clearing out the Cantina." Darth Tyran looked over at the Biths playing music and focused his raw power of the force on them, in seconds they were screaming, hardly in a minute smoke had erupted from their eyes and mouths and they fell to ground into ashes. As he expected everyone screamed and began rushing out, he knew what he did in a sense had caused a ruckus, but it would be enough to keep people out of the Cantina long enough to conduct business.

Kalas left the cantina as a Zabrak wandered in holding a dead body. Less intimidating than the usual Zabrak, Kalas thought to herself, ignoring him after that. She walked over to her speeder bike and used the communication system in it to contact the Hutt base. A Twi'lek voice asked her in huttese:

"Is the target taken care of?"

Kalas didn't like it when species used a language other than galactic basic when they actually knew it. What's the point in pride of your planet when you aren't even a citizen there anymore? Replying in Mando'a as a show of annoyance, Kalas said, "The bastard's dead, the union's been crushed."

"Good, we've sent the credits to your account."

"What's next?"

"We simply need you to return to base, we'll have more work for you in the coming days."

"Kalas out," she said, turning off the comm. system. She was ready to get on her bike and leave, when dozens of people ran out of the cantina screaming. What in the hell? Kalas thought, drawing one of her pistols and keeping it at her side. She moved slowly towards the door, think, Why the hell am I doing this? Why do I care what happened? She ignored the voice inside her, being egged on by pure curiosity as she took a few steps into the cantina, the Zabrak and another, robed, fellow were there.

She lifted her pistol at them and asked, "What the hell happened here!?"