Confrontation

I make my way into the cantina, and my presence doesn't interrupt the happy drunks. I look around and sense the thoughts of the people in the cantina. There are Republic spies and Imperial spies. They're unaware of each other's presence. I find it funny that they are sitting amongst each other and don't even know it. I make my way towards the bar and take a seat. The bartender comes up to me. "What'll ya have?" I point towards one of the bottles, and he turns. He brings it back, and he pours a small glass. I toss some credits down before he can say anything.

I don't think about my current plans. Right now, it's time to relax and get my mind off everything. While Meditation helps, I've felt like I've outgrown it. In terms of needing it to relax and calm down. I have great control of my power now, but I'm still discovering more and more buried. I've come to the conclusion that I might not have a limit to my power. While it's extremely arrogant to think that, I've yet to encounter something I can't overcome. Even though my force powers and connection have grown exponentially.

It's my saber combat that's come the farthest. I'm brilliant with a blade, and I'm confident that I can beat anyone in the galaxy. I've mastered all my selected forms of combat. Niman, Shien, D'jem So, and Ataru. While I could continue to learn the rest of the forms, that isn't practical, in my opinion. Mixing certain styles together doesn't work, and the 4 that I've mastered work perfectly together. I've created my one style from the combination and selection of the moves in these styles. Making new ones as well. I don't have a name for the style, only that it's unique to me.

I sense a group of bounty hunters on their way to the cantina, and they are coming for me. It's going to suck, not in that I can't beat them. My presence on Nal Hutta will be revealed, and the spies in here will send reports that I'm here. Both the Sith Empire and the Republic are after me. Mostly for the same reasons. There are some in each faction that wants me alive. Others want me dead. I stir my drink and sip it until they walk through the door. They make a path straight to me. They point their guns at my back.

The one I sense as the leader of this group begins to speak. "Nathan Opal... I never thought I'd catch up to you." I don't personally know this man, but I can sense his personal vendetta against me. I spin my stool around and look at the group. I look him up and down. Nothing about him sticks out other than he's a Twi'lek. I can feel the tension from the spies in the room. Now that my identity has been revealed. I'm sure my file on both sides read do not engage under any circumstances. I place my drink on the counter and stand up.

I take a breath and stare at the group of five. All of them have personal grudges against me. All of them are none humans too. I'm not a racist, so why are they here. "You'll have to forgive me. But I have no idea who any of you are." I watch the face of the leader and others contort in anger and hate. I look through their heads, and their homes and families were on Ryloth before I destroyed it. They were here cause when I devastated that world, everyone on it died. I couldn't stop myself. My dead parent's bodies were a good accelerant to my rage that day.

Before the leader can say anything or yell and order to fire, all the blasters get ripped out of their hands and crushed to pieces. "You didn't actually think you could hurt me with blasters, did you?" Their faces remain angry, but I can sense that everything is going according to plan. I get a wave of danger through the force, and I sense a nuclear missile heading straight for the cantina. They did well hiding their thoughts. I should've forced my way in. I didn't want to destroy their minds, though. My question is, where did they get such a weapon.