Grey themes and criminal schemes. (Open, I suppose

So here he was, on Tatooine. Again. It was as hot and sandy and lifeless as the last time he'd been here.

At least there was some fun last time. And there had been, in fighting a pair of Jedi. Though being stuck with Zanabar hadn't been the highlight of his day; the Zabrak had been competent enough, but seemed to be about as sharp as a wheel.

Still, at least that had been entertaining. Today he'd been sent out to find and deal with some defector who'd been planning to sell information to the Republic in exchange for safe haven. It wasn't a particularly new sort of task; he'd had his share of similar work back when he worked in the criminal underworld.

Today's quarry hadn't been very good at hiding. Suffice to say, he'd had a rather short, rather unpleasant conversation with Nieraan.

At least the dryness would keep his body from making too much of a mess out in the sands.

So now he found himself heading back to Anchorhead, hoping to find some sort of entertainment along the way. It didn't look very likely, though. Nothing but miles and miles of sand.

"What a damn waste," he muttered under his breath, adjusting the goggles that kept sand from his eyes as he rode. Maybe there'd be an animal to kill or something. Or some Tuskens that might get stupid enough to attack him.

Suddenly, he looked up. A rippled teased the edges of his senses in the Force. Without hesitation, he stretched his senses out further, in the direction he'd felt the disturbance. There were several beings a little ways out to the northeast. And one of them was a Force sensitive.

Well well, now he thought with a little twist to his lips, let's go see what's going on. Anything beat riding back to that dusty old Temple.

A short ride later found him approaching some small desert settlement. He followed his senses past the handful of huts and hovels that comprised the town, and there he found what he was looking for.

Or maybe it found him. As he killed the speeder's throttle and eased it to a halt, a long piece of metal flew through the air and would've hit him square in the face if he hadn't ducked down at the last moment. He growled lowly as he spun his head around to follow the thing as it landed in the sand a few feet behind him.

He took his goggles off, left them on the handlebar of his bike and stood up from it. Despite the heat, he still wore his black coat, and the white sash that hung around his legs. The three lightsabers clipped on his belt pinged lightly against each other.

Ignoring the men who seemed intent on killing the Force-sensitive, he turned around and went to pick up the metal tube. There were some things attached to it, like it was a chime or something. Nieraan didn't really care what it was.

"Alright," he called loudly to get the attention of all of them, "who was throwin' this thing around, hm? Come on, don't be shy, and don't waste my time." He smirked, showing the tips of his fang-like canine teeth. No doubt someone would underestimate the stranger who barely looked to be twenty and rolled in from nowhere to them. That wasn't a bad thing.

"Come on, speak up," he taunted again. "Promise I'll make things easier when I beat you with it than if I have to beat you all."

Kito cursed relentless under his breath and the loud clanging sounding of the metal hull of the speeder, in which was becoming less recognizable and could probably blow up or something. He vowed not to mess with violent idiots again if he did live through this, well for at least a few days or so. Looking down at his injured leg and then peering over the edge of the speeders door to see if there was any way of getting to his wind chime, but only to drop back down as a red flash flew passed his eyes and startling him slightly. He'd need a couple of heavy drinks if he'd make this.

Then, there was shouting followed by the repeating sound of gunfire to halt. Kito opened his eyes, which darted about as he tried to work out why they had stopped. More shouting. The young renegade, so to speak, raised his brow due to a strange feeling, he sensed something in the force. A Jedi? Or Sith? This stranger would probably kill the gang members but, what would he do to Kito?

Peering over the edge of the speeder, Kito could see a dark presence stood in front of the angry gang members. The brutes readied their guns and pointed them at this strange man who seemed to be quite cool about what he was doing. 'Damn it! It's the dark kind!' He cursed in his mind, hoping it was going to be a sappy jedi who would try and preach or something.... but a dark jedi aren't friendly, he should know, and is probably looking for some sport.

"Hey!" The leader figure screamed, waving his gun at the new arrival, "leave now! We've got business to do and we don't need some creep bothering us!" The criminals shuffled slightly, looking at each over due to being insecure about what their boss was leading them into.

Kito took this opportunity as one last chance to escape an untimely death to people he didn't get along to well with. He slid to the front end of the speeder and peered around to see something metal glint in the sand a few feet away from the dark stranger who seemed, undoubtedly, looking for blood in a sense. He shuffled along the ground, still bound by the rope, ever so quietly as he got in a good range of the object before sticking his hand out, causing the metal bar to wiggle before sliding across the sand slowly towards Kito.

"Please please please..." he muttered under his breath, hoping he wouldn't be noticed before he could grab his favored wind chime. He peered over to his left, towards the tense scene between the criminals and the dark warrior. He turned his attention back to the silvery treasure of his, willing to come to him faster before- PYOWM! Kito jolted slightly as he heard the a blaster go off, his view darting to the group, he could see one of the gangsters panicked and shot at the ominous figure.

"Idiots..." Kito muttered, lying on his stomach with his legs tied together and his hands also.

They dismissed him. That was even worse than ignoring him.Yeah, he taunted silently, tell the kid to run along. Don't work your little brains thinking he could kill you all before you can blink.

"Sorry, bud," Nieraan answered casually, smirking at what looked to be the leader of the group. "Don't think I asked for your permission to be here. I asked who threw the damn chime over there at me." It was so incredibly tempting to flicker his power a bit, to make sparks dance around his hands and show the idiots what they were dealing with.

But that wouldn't do; it'd ruin all the fun of seeing the shock on their faces. For now he was just a cocksure young man making demands and obviously getting in over his head.

He felt the Force shift nearby and his gaze turned to regard the man that was bound up on the ground. So he's the sensitive... Nieraan let his sense stretch out and feel at the presence of the man. He didn't seem overly light-oriented, like a Jedi. Nor was he immersed in the Dark Side, as Neiraan was. Interesting...

He looked back at the goons, who still had their guns pointed at him. Then back to the bound man again for a moment. How the hell did these idiots tie him up? That would be something to find out in a moment.

"So what's it gonna be? You gonna open your damn mouths or am I gonna have to drag it out?" Nieraan regarded them all with a steady gaze. He could feel tension rising among the group particularly the one on the far lef-

He fired his weapon. The plasma flew through the air, searing its way toward Nieraan's chest...

Except Nieraan wasn't there. With the Force, he could see the man's intentions like the words on the pages of an open book. And so a simple step to the side had him safely out of the way, and put a stunned look on the faces of the group. That alone was nearly enough to make Nieraan laugh, but he didn't. Instead, he grinned darkly, baring his sharp fang-like canines.

Time to make an example.

Lightning crackled from his right hand and slammed straight down into the sand below. Nieraan's fingers twitched and wriggled, and a shard of glass came free. He whipped his arm around as if throwing a ball and the shard flew through the air.

There was a wet, cutting noise, then the sound of a gun hitting the sand. The idiot that shot at Nieraan was suddenly pale-faced and wide-eyed. He looked down at his stomach, and there, stained red with his blood, was the glass.

The others, who'd had their weapons up and ready to fire not but a moment again, were suddenly stunned. Terrified.

Nieraan smirked.

His still-extended hand clenched. Weaves of force wrapped around the man before him and jerked him through the air toward Nieraan. His screams went ignored as Nieraan brought him to the ground before him and reached out to jam the shard deeper into his stomach. When he was satisfied, he gave a rough tug and pulled the glass free and sent the fellow down with a shove.

"Now," he muttered, holding up the bloodstained glass before him as if to study, "let's try this again." His hands were slick with blood, and a man was bleeding to death on the sand next to him, but he didn't seem to care.

Instead, he called one of the lightsabers to his left hand with the Force and ignited it. The blade was dark green; it was a prize from a Jedi Shadow he'd killed recently.

"You all have about two seconds to answer me before I kill you all." His eyes, made yellow by the Dark Side's taint, flicked away from the glass, to look at all of them. Even the bound man on the ground. "And don't think I can't."

The remainder of the criminals almost instantly pointed at Kito, who was watching what happened, he looked at them awkwardly before he quickly to turned the wind chime as he stretched his hand out as far he could, causing the metal pole to jump into his hands. He rotated each end in opposite directions to cause it to click and detach into in which he clicked two buttons in no time after, causing a red beam and a blue beam to shoot out of the ends that were connected to each other. He span one of the blades backwards awkward by a smalls handle on the side and managed to nick the end of the ropes before he pulled at them desperately.

The criminals of course, ran towards the speeder in fear of the dark strange who just brutally murdered their colleague before their very eyes. They jumped in the speeder desperately, awkward falling over each other as they were dumbfounded by the fear of this man who was now obviously a Sith. But the speeder wouldn't start, it was too shot up from their thoughtless gunfire. This only made the criminal at the wheel cry desperately, an amusing sight no? He looked fearfully at the warrior before swallowing his fear painfully. His colleague on the other hand was sending a distress message through the comm-link for help

"This is the last time I go drinking and scam low lives," muttered Kito as he began to untie the rope around his feet after managing to slip out of the one that had his hands bound together. He climbed to his feet, faltering slightly on his injured leg as he held his shoto's at a downward angle at either side while he looked at the Sith, then crying gang members and then followed by the Sith again.

"Technically, I did not throw it," he exclaimed, supporting his own party which only included him, "if they didn't shoot me then I would've caught it, thus, it wouldn't of almost hit you," he explained calmly, hiding his concerns about the Sith. Kito wasn't trained for heavy combat, he was taught to rely on his guile, speed and quick thinking to out do his enemies.

They all pointed at the bound man on the ground. So he'd been the one that threw the thing at Nieraan had he? "So it was you, eh?" Nieraan turned to look at the pitiful sight. Such a shame; hurting a man already bound wasn't any fun. Perhaps he'd free him.

Or perhaps not. He watched with piqued interest when the man called the tub to him with the Force and activated what could only be two lightsaber blades. Interesting...

But Before he dealt with the Force user, there was still the matter of the goons, to take care of. They ran from him as if he were a demon--and as far as they were concerned, he might as well have been. "I don't remember saying you could leave," Nieraan said. His voice was calm and dry as the desert around them, and his lips twisted into a malevolent grin as he stalked slowly toward the speeders. Blood dripped from the shard in his hand to the sands below him.

Despite their frantic efforts, the speeder didn't start. As one of them raised a comm, Nieraan raised the hand that held his saber and tugged it free. A swipe of his blade burned the thing clear in half.

"I don't like it when people dismiss me," he said. He raised his hand again, called the lout in the driver's seat to him with the Force. The green blade seared a hole in his chest and Nieraan dropped in to the ground, dead.

One of them shot at him. With a casual flick of his wrist, Nieraan knocked the blaster bolt back into the idiot's stomach. He slumped to the ground with a surprised cry. He wasn't dead. Not yet; Nieraan could feel the life in him still.

"And I hate getting shot at. So that leaves me with two choices, really. I can let that go, call it all a mistake and a misunderstanding. Or..." He stretched his hand forward again. The leader of the group began to lift from his seat, carried by invisible hands of the Force. He grasped at the speeder desperately, but it wasn't enough. He was hauled through the air and turned around to find himself five feet away from Nieraan, who was standing with both arms extended. His left, holding his verdant lightsaber, held the man above the ground. The shard hovered steadily above his right hand, with the tip pointed forward.

"I could make some examples."

"No... No! Wait! Please!"

Nieraan ignored the leader's pleading. The shard of glass flew from his hand, like a ball thrown from a canon.

The man's body went stiff, then limp as the glass embedded itself into his throat. Nieraan let his fall facedown to the sand.

He could feel the terror surging through the remaining criminals. They were sufficiently cowed for the moment. But what about the Force user? What was to happen with him?

"So they shot you, did they," he inquired, sounding amused. He laughed as he turned to look at the cowering men. "You all just want to die, don't you?

"Which one was it?" Nieraan looked at the stranger from the edge of a yellowed eye. "Was it this one?" he asked, plucking one of them from the speeder and dragging him to hang in the air before the Force user.

"Go on. Kill him."

Kito stared at the floating criminal, deep in thought before he smirked darkly before walking beside him. He looked him over before looking towards the Sith, murder was at times necessary but never for pleasure... or revenge, he found that out when he was young but it took awhile for it to sink in properly. This dark warrior was full of malice and bitterness, not unusual for one with that alignment.

"Suffice to say during the incident, I was not able to tell which one shot me due to they were all shooting and me being distracted," he replied playfully, "nor may I kill them unless I had to," he twirled the shoto's as he spoke, looking down at the sand before looking up at the malicious being whilst tilting his head slightly in speculation. Though he'd gladly kill the criminals if they were still shooting at him, he didn't want to play this game, especially due to the patronizing language of this guy. The sick playful tone only reminded Kito of his early life when he was trained to be a heartless killer to do the bidding of the darkside.

"Feel free to kill him if you want, but I won't," he gestured his hand lightly at the floating man, Kito wasn't entirely good, nor was he bad really. As most force users would recognize in him, was a surprising neutrality that didn't lean to the dark or light, he choose on what he felt was right for him or anyone he cared enough for i.e he wouldn't save a man being killed by someone else, but he wouldn't do such a thing himself.

He wasn't sure if this would provoke the shadowy being, Sith were predictable but could also surprise you if the opportunity was given or you had misjudged the situation. But this one did indeed enjoy killing people and also seemed to have learned a trick with his ability to use force lightening, to heat the sand to the point where it becomes glass in which he used as a projectile implement to kill or inflict pain on the pain who were unfortunate.

"I couldn't care less if they died or if they lived," he smirked, looking at the criminals before turning back towards Neiraan, "they planned to kill me, you plan to kill them... the circle is now complete!" he laughed, though the moral judgment did bother him in the back of his mind, he could let these men die and have less enemies... but then, no one deserved such a horrific death at the hands of a strangely creative, and cruel person as this man that stood before him. If he did help, he might die, if he didn't, he'd be no better...