** This is my first shot at doing a little fan fic. I've been thinking of practicing my writing a little bit recently so here it goes. Enjoy!! **

A young man finds himself in a desperate situation once again...

Ever since the tragic death of his parents, he had to fend for himself and survive. He moved to Mos Eisley with the little he had left after the raid on his home to try and make something of himself. The city is riddled with thugs and honest people alike and he chose to be the former.

Days of begging, stealing, working and struggling have led to him growing more and more frustrated with both his life and his situation. His tactics started getting recognized more frequently, causing his face to be published amongst the citizens, bounty hunters and Imperials but with no name attached as no one knew who he was.

Now we find ourselves in the present where he is packing his things, ready to leave Mos Eisley for the time being. On the way out of his little shack, where he resided all this time, a man interrupted his departure. The figure stood mysteriously as if waiting for a response from our troubled soul.

Before he could turn around to evade the menacing figure, he was pulled toward the stranger with a grappling hook, launched from his gadget-filled gauntlet, and pushed out of hiding into the plaza. The citizens gasp and stare at the event that is about to unfold before them. The man stands up after being thrown, trying to recollect his thoughts. Townfolk gather and crowds start to form. The Imperial troops stand aside as they don't get to see a lot of action and the local bounty hunters laugh and grin because they know who the struggling peasant is up against. He stands no chance.

The stranger is a bounty hunter of the highest standards and he often toys with his weaker prey as he is demonstrating right now. He is dealt blow after blow, not given a single chance to retaliate. And so his anger grows and he feels a power surging within him that he has never felt before. With this new found strength, he stands up after being down for what felt like a lifetime and reaches his hand out toward the merciless bounty hunter. A moment of silence descends upon the spectators, followed by amusement and laughter.

"Oh, he wants me to stop? Is that it? Had enough, little farmboy?" Thousands of thoughts race through the young man's head. "How did he know?" He had enough. Finally, the bounty hunter was stopped in his tracks while on his way toward the man, with the intent of finally killing him. The bounty hunter's feet left the ground and grabbed for his throat, gasping for air. The young man, now fully standing and arm reached out, closes his fist slowly while staring into the eyes of the famed bounty hunter. As mere seconds pass, the gasping for air turns into final, wordless gurgles. His lifeless body drops onto the sand.

The spectators stand in awe. They have never seen anything like this. They are enthralled by what he had just done. He was overrun with pride, for he knew that his struggle was over and that he would be able to use this new power to rule and bend the will of those who stand in his way.

To be continued...