SWRP-III Chapt. 1

Anyone who wants to join in is fine to do so. Otherwise, count this as an Independant story. Plot is exactly the same as the SWRP-I.

(Narrator)
Two years before the battle of Yavin (BBY), our heroes find themselves across the reaches of the known Galaxy. Separated by countless lightyears of space, they know nothing of eachother, and less of what is to come. But, what is clear is that their destinies could change the course of history. Will they meet in the filth of an undercity bar, or the open plains of battle? We know not, for that is yet to be told...

Renvar hopped off the lip of the building, his jetpack thrusting at the last few seconds to soften his fall. His armor shone in the late-day-colored lighting of the Coruscant undercity. His rifle was stowed on his back, his flamethrower and rocket launcher in his left and right gauntlets, respectively. He was still on the hunt, still extremely ready for the kill. He checked his pistols for the umpteenth time this hour.

There he was. A smuggler, Rodian. Looking around anxiously. Renvar pulled out his sniper rifle, taking a knee. The alien still hadn't moved. Perfect. The shot was taken, a perfect round into the right eye and out the back of the skull, more on the left side. A bing. The credits were in one of his many offplanet accounts.