Leaning against the the brick corner of the street, Vega surveyed the scene. There was bound to be havok to wreak here, and if there was, Vega would be taking part in the wreaking. Arms crossed over his chest, he tapped his foot impatiently.

(Need something to do..)

Looking to the large buildings surrounding him he pondered for a moment. There was another force user in the area. One Vega was not familiar with. But who? He needed to catch the persons attention. Attacking someone would definetly do that. If they were Jedi, they'd come to help the innocent. If they were Sith, they'd come to help Vega.

A speeder moved past at a slow speed, driven by a middle age man, with a woman sitting beside him. A slight grin came to Vegas face as he held his right hand out infront of his body. The speeder stopped and began to shake from side to side. The passengers whailed in fight as the transport rolled over tossing them both onto the road.

Whoops..

Moving a few paces forward the Knight looked down at the wide-eyed citizens, spinning the sleek hilt of Seraphim in his hand.