*WOOOSSSHHHHH*

The tall, broad figure on the dust covered stage breathed heavily into the microphone. Sweat glistened off his shirtless torso as he breathed deeply and gripped the mic so hard his knuckles turned white.

*WOOOSSSHHHHH*

He shifted his legs, covered in flowing black pants and tall black boots, planting his feet firmly. Long black hair covered his face, veiling himself from the onlookers, patrons of the smoky Mos Eisley Cantina. Most looked disinterested, focusing more on their conversations or lonely drinks than the imposing figure on stage. Even the other three individuals behind him, all former members of the Knights of Ren, in their black robes and helmets, did nothing to intimidate the audience into giving the band an ounce of attention or respect.

“Hey,” Kylo Ren breathed into the microphone.

One or two patrons looked up at him, snickered, and went back to their drinks.

Kylo felt anger building in his chest, bringing with it images of the death he had brought on the galaxy. He took another breath to suppress the chaos of his past.

*WOOOSSSHHHHH*

“We are the, uh, Starkillers -“

“A little on the nose don’t you think?” a patron at the bar across the room snorted.

Kylo’s eyes snapped in his direction. The man held his gaze for a moment and then turned back to his drink at the bar. Fury rose again in Kylo’s chest. He watched the man lift his glass to his lips. As the man took a deep chug of whatever swill he was imbibing, Kylo inclined his chin ever so slightly in a snapping motion, lashing out with the darkside of the force. The man’s cup burst to pieces, cutting the man’s hand and lip.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” the man yelled in pain and outrage. The bar went silent.

Kylo glared out from under the veil of black hair and smirked slightly at the awestruck and now fearful patrons.

“Now that I have your attention,” he growled at the bar, “we are the Starkillers, and this song is called Rancor Blood.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Knight of Ren on the drums, Kuruk, slammed his drumsticks together four times, and The Starkillers, with Ushar on bass and Ap’lek on guitar, launched a violent salvo of sonic chaos onto the patrons of the Cantina. Kylo screamed into the the microphone, unleashing the pain and rage that colored so much of his life in a cloud of emotion that crashed over the audience like a tidal wave. Some of the patrons fell out of their seats under the force fueled onslaught that buffeted them. Kylo growled out the lyrics of the song, fueling the words with the force so the patrons could literally see what he was describing like a hologram.

The song ended after about 45 sec and only half of the patrons remained in their seats. The rest had either fallen unconscious or fled the Cantina all together. Kylo raised his head, staring out over the remaining patrons. His shirtless, glistening chest heaved, drawing in ragged breaths as he focused on slowing his heartbeat. The song and the energy it took to inject it with the darkside has sapped his strength greatly. He looked behind him at his masked band mates. They all nodded curtly, satisfied with their performance.

Unfortunately, the remaining patrons, including the bar tender, did not share the sentiment of the Starkillers. Shaking off their shock, they began to draw blasters and vibroblades one by one. The bartender themselves reached down and pulled out a short blaster rifle and leveled it casually at Kylo.

“I told you what kinda music I wanted out of you when I hired yah Ren,” the bartender growled at the Kylo. “Do you remember what I said boy?”

Kylo smirked again, “that wasn’t ‘fun and bouncy’ enough for you?”

The bartender narrowed his jet black eyes and brought the blaster rifle up to his shoulder, taking a bead on Kylo’s head.

“I didn’t ask for a goddamn horror show and a panic attack along with it!” The bartender shared a glance with the rest of the armed patrons. “I think it’s safe to say we want yah out of here! Now!”

Kylo took a beat to share a glance with each of his band mates. Ushar and Ap’lek gripped their instruments a little tighter. Kuruk cracked his neck casually, stood up from behind his drum kit.

Kylo glanced back at the armed crowd. “What a pity, we were just getting warmed up.”