"Do you know the best way to get rid of a pest, my friend?"
Two large men in black armor carry a third between them, dragging him by the arms. The sad soul seems broken, his head hanging low. His once beautiful brown robes, those of a jedi, are tattered, dirty, blood-stained.
"You see, you have got to go to the source before anything else."
A man with heavy armor and wampa furs stands with his back to them, his arms crossed behind his back. He stands, emotionless, almost as if observing from the cliff they were standing on the carnage of the burning town.
"If you don't eliminate them at the source, they will just return and return."
They arrive to the man; he turns to them, a mask covering his eyes. A quick twinge, a small smirk, appears on his face, then disappears just as quickly. The two men throw the man they had been dragging down in front of their leader.
"Then, you can deal with the pests. They don't have anywhere to run, nowhere to escape to, and there won't be any more of them."
The mask covered man leans down, grabbing the jedi by the hair and lifting him up easily by one arm, almost with super-human strength. He turns with out a problem, the robed man now hanging over the cliff. With a wicked smile, the masked man drops him.
"Indeed, my friend. It is quite easy, then. They are scared. They act stupid. It gets easy."
The robed man, a jedi, falls, almost in slow motion. Far below him is a giant hill of mangled corpses, the bodies of the residents of the burning town. As he falls, the masked man begins to walk away. The two goons follow after him, wicked grins on their faces.
"And then... well, no more problems."
The scene changes to two men in a dark-lit office. One has dark, slicked back hair, a thick black beard on his face. The other, a Zabrak, bearing the uniform of an Imperial officer, gives the man with the beard a toothy grin.
Stroking his beard, the man with the beard leans back in his chair. "Interesting. So then how do you suppose we can get rid of this pest? What's his source?"
The Zabrak stands up, facing out the window now, looking out at the rain-covered oceans of where they were. "Well, that's the thing about these self-named 'Heroes'. They've all got friends, family." He turns back towards the bearded man, a wicked grin on his face. "Find his loved ones, and you find the source of the pest."
"Hmm. Well... okay, then." The bearded man stands up, showing off his large stature. On the waist of his pilot's suit is a lightsaber. "Anything else you want to tell me before I go hunting?"
The Zabrak hesitates. "Well... yes." He turns to fully face the bearded man. "I know a great mercenary who used to know Rex. He's one of the best. Ruthless, cunning, cold, merciless. I'd like you to use him." He gives an emotionless smile to the other man.
The pilot nods. "Alright. I'll let you know once I've been able to make contact with him." He turns to go.
"Oh, and, one more thing, Abaddon."
The bearded man looks back at the Zabrak, an inquisitive look on his face.
"I want you to kill everybody that has an association with Rex." The smile returns back to the Zabrak's face, sitting back down in his chair. "Now, good day."
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