The Rebel Faction

Without even looking back, Chiisai Kyoufu marched out of the doorway and into the flickering lights that lit the area. She was barely taller than the square bulky servo droid that lumbered out behind her, keeping it's distance so it's tracks didn't get mixed up with the purplish shimmering robes that trailed behind her. The tiny woman headed right out into the open as if she owned the platform, then frowned at the empty space where there was supposed to be a ship docked.

Her protocol droid had gone to see that the ship was indeed heading to the right place so Chiisai hadn't even thought of the possibility that it wouldn't be docked right where it was supposed to be. A frown on her arrogant little face, Chiisai stopped and glared, hands on her hips as she rolled over her options in her mind.

It was some time since Chiisai, who had very briefly been the Queen Mother of Hapes, had been back here on Coruscant but now, she had decided to take her leave. She was a known face here and, the society having known already that she had quite a bit of credit, rightfully assumed she'd come away from Hapes with quite a bit more. This was true, Chiisai hadn't stepped down without first making sure that any gifts given to her during that time had been safely stowed away but she wasn't about to loan it all out to rich spoiled brats who she'd have to pay someone to break a few bones before she got her credits back. Investing in some companies was more what she was interested in now, she didn't intend to become a loan shark of some kind, it was an occupation far below her current status.

Which was why she was leaving Coruscant. She'd traded her old ship in and bought a brand new one, which was to be delivered here, so she could leave without being noticed. Chiisai hadn't decided where she was going just yet but she had an infininte number of possibilties. However, right at this moment, it didn't look as if she was going to end up anywhere. The expression on her face didn't bode well for the next person Chiisai saw either.

Growing more irritated by the minute, the small woman was just about ready to give up when she squeaked most unelegantly. The abrupt sound wasn't just for fun, it was caused by her servo unit suddenly thumping against her from behind, catching Chiisai off guard. Stumbling forward, she quickly righted herself, whirling around in a cloud of purple cloth and long black hair. She was just in time to get bumped against again, Chiisai having just enough warning to put her hands up and push away from the robot.

"Stop that!" Chiisai ordered but it had no effect as the servo rushed at her in the same jerky fashion once more. Quickly stepping back out of the way, Chiisai was utterly baffled as it didn't obey her command. She'd never had this happen before, especially not with this type of unit. Voice commands were supposed to over-ride any objective, especially her voice.

Two more charges by the robot pushed her across the platform, Chiisai hollering at it the entire time. She was so interested in watching it to make sure it didn't bump into her again that she had completely forgotten about the docking area behind her and how close she was coming to the edge that dropped off into space.

This was truly beyond undignified, was Chiisai's last thought before she found herself stepping backwards into nothing. Any thoughts about dignity or otherwise jumped right out of her head as the first and foremost thing in her brain went directly to her mortality. Her body had only just begun to give into gravity when Chiisai found herself hauled from in front of the droid and back onto solid ground. She was jerked with such force that her teeth snapped together with a loud click and she stumbled, completely off balance.

Once she righted herself, Chiisai was appalled to find herself clinging to someone dressed in the brightest shade of yellow she'd ever seen. How she'd missed a personage dressed like this on the platform was beyond her, and as soon as she'd gotten her feet beneath her, the diminuative woman stepped back to see who had come to her aid. She was surprised to find a young woman, possibly younger than herself, with tawny colored hair, blue eyes and far taller than Chiisai thought a woman should be. Five foot even herself, Chiisai didn't approve of tall women but she wasn't about to argue that point with someone who'd just pulled her back from a very long fall to a very abrupt death.

Shuddering at this thought, Chiisai took a few moments to catch her breath, the thought of thanking this woman never even crossing her mind.

Still trying to compose herself Chiisai wasn't too happy to find herself being towed around once more. She was a little out of it and took a few seconds to realize this was happening because the servo unit was once more chasing her. Luckily the tall woman seemed to have a better grasp of avoiding it, Chiisai assumed she had a better view from up there, and managed to keep them from being ran into. It was a very strange sight, the tiny Chiisai in shimmering purple being drug around by the tall Damalis in eye watering yellow as they both tried to avoid the dark shape of the robot.

"Turn it off!" Chiisai commanded, completely sure that when she couldn't so something herself, a servant could. Since Damalis was helping her, Chiisai had categorized her with the 'servant' label without a second thought.

"Of course. I just like to let it chase me to near death." Snapping irritably, Chiisai tugged her robes around her, pulling it close in an attempt to keep Damalis from stepping on it. This was happening far too often for Chiisai's liking. Seems she was destined to be rescued by big footed people.

Now that the droid stood still, Chiisai decided there was no reason to stand around waiting on it to decide what to do. She had a brain and could think faster than it could. "We can go for the doors." Then, without waiting for the tall woman, Chiisai took off for the doors, her rescuer not far behind her. They had gotten within a few feet of their destination when the robot came shooting in front of them, blocking off their escape route.

Cursing it quite violently in Hapan, Chiisai stepped back away from it, at least secure this time that she wasn't about to fall to her death. Seriously tired of this strange game, Chiisai tried a new strategy. "We split up, you go that way, I go this way. Then run for the door."

Without waiting for any reply, Chiisai did just that, at least marginally pleased to see that her words were obeyed when the other woman followed her orders. The only problem was the servo droid was operating on it's own set of commands and they seemed to consist of tracking Chiisai. Which ever way she went, it went as well. This allowed Damalis to make it to the door just fine but Chiisai was left frustrated. Red in the face with anger, she tried dodging it one more time, but things happened so quickly Chiisai missed the fact that her robes were trailing behind her forgotten.

Since they were passing so close now, the servo droid rolled right over them in it's attempts to cut off Chiisai's path and, unfortunately, it took mere seconds for the sparkly cloth to wound it's self tight within the tracks. Chiisai gasped, finding herself abruptly hauled against the machine's side as her clothes were being pulled quickly downwards. Unprepared for this, and ill-equipped in strength and sturdy shoes, the tiny half-Hapan found herself being forced downwards and closer to the tracks even inch the machine moved. It only seemed determined to get her close to the edge again and didn't stop moving. Soon, Chiisai would be jerked underneath it complete and quite thoroughly crushed.

Unaware of anything except her struggle to pull her clothes from the tracks, the robes clasps to remove it being out of reach as well, Chiisai didn't notice as a strange whoosh sound erupted behind her. Nothing evaded her senses until a blue light flashed before her eyes and she fell away from the droid to lay panting on the floor. She had the most unusual sight from that position of the tall woman in yellow standing over her looking shocked and holding a blue lightsaber. Before she could get her breath really, Chiisai had been hauled to her feet and made to move around the platform to avoid the robot some more.

'Your a Jedi?" Having finally caught her breath, Chiisai snapped out at the woman, unbelieving this person could be a Jedi. The other woman didn't have time to answer however before the unmistakable sound of a ships engine began to fill the air with it's mighty rumble. They could hear it and feel the wind from it's coming before the ship got there, it must have been making a noise in the background that went unnoticed till now, and when it was finally in view, Chiisai crowed triumphantly. "Ha! My ship is here."

With a triumphant smirk on her face, Chiisai darted into the ships interior then quickly turned to pushed the button to shut the ships latch. The bohemith woman had followed and had just made it inside a few steps behind her. No matter, Chiisai would just have her protocol droid drop the woman off somewhere.

Jabbing the button, Chiisai frowned as nothing happened. This was a new ship, the switch to open and shut this door should be working fine. Even as Chiisai thought this, she realized the panel she was looking at was far from new. In fact, with a quick paniced look around, she saw that none of this was new and her panic increased when she heard the servo unit begin to climb the ramp.

"This not my ship!" She blurted, feeling foolish and angry at the same time. Chiisai was smart and knew there was something going on here that she was certainly not catching but without any protection, and with things happening no fast, she didn't have time to try and figure it all out.