The Rebel Faction

The boy was awakened suddenly, as if for no reason at all. He sat bolt upright in his bed. What had he heard? It was unknown to him.

As he got dressed and clipped his dual vibroblades to his belt, he heard it again.

Come... your training awaits you...

He looked towards the door, half-expecting to see his new master standing there. But there was no one in the dimly lit halls of the order. He walked towards the door, his robes flowing lightly behind him. As he entered the halls he heard another message, get louder as he walked.

Come boy... Korriban awaits you... soon...

The boy turned on his heels, looking back towards his quarters. When he saw nothing, he continued to walk.

As he drew closer to the training grounds where he presumed his master would be waiting, the boy felt a shiver run down his spine. Not knowing why, he knew he was getting closer. He could feel his master waiting.

When he stepped out onto the grass, another shiver ran up his spine, and he shuddered, either from the chilly morning breeze, or from something else. He looked out over the grass, searching for his master. Not far away he saw a tall figure clothed in black. In fact, his entire appearance was black except for a dash of red upon his face. Rethus remembered the day before in which his master revealed his face to the boy. Although it was for a meer second he could see his master's face, his black and red tatoos were distinct.

Pulling his cloak tighter around him, he walked towards where his master stood. When he reached him, he spoke slowly, but with an air of confidence.

"I have arrived, master." He felt foolish saying this, as he knew of the Sith's ability to sense the presence of others. Instead of correcting himself, he remained silent.

Rethus suddenly felt cold, as if it had suddenly turned to winter, Zeta's doing. The boy resisted the urge to shudder.

Though he did not fully understand what his master meant by asking what the force brought to him, but he would answer as well as he knew how.

"The force brings... control. Power. A knowledge and power enough to teach those who know no respect for the Sith a lesson they will not forget. A Power enough to destroy those who cause us pain."

The boy's face hardened, but the trace of curiosity was still there as he gazed expectantly upon the horizon for... whatever it was the Sith Lord was now surveying so attentively. When he saw nothing of any real interest, he looked back into the red and black-tatooed face of his master.

After a moment, he remembered something he heard on his way to the training grounds...

'Korriban awaits you...'

The boy spoke again, once again his curiosity taking control.

"Um, Master? What exactly did you mean by 'Korriban awaits you...'?"

Rethus stood for a moment, thinking over the Zabrak's words, then turned to follow him.

As he sat looking out the front viewport, he heard his master speak.

'What made you leave Korriban?'

At this, the boys face hardened. He continued to look out the window. Now that he was returning to Korriban, he was thinking more and more about why he left, and why he joined the Naboo Sith Order. After a moment, he replied,

"I left Korriban because... well, my father wasn't the most legitimate of businessmen. He was often away from home for weeks at a time, and my 3 sisters and older brother could never figure out what he did while he was away.

One day, not long after he had returned home from 'work,' two men came to our apartment. When I answered the door, they asked to see my father. And, when he came to the door, my mother took us all into the kitchen. All I heard were voices, but I couldn't tell what they were saying, because my sisters kept asking who they were and such. A few seconds later, I heard my dad shouting something, and footsteps started coming from the livingroom. One of the men at the door came into the kitchen and said something about 'regards from Mr. Virgo. I heard blaster fire in the livingroom, and mom told me, my sisters, and my brother to run. I stayed behind while my brother took the sisters to the front door. The men... killed... my mother and father."

At this Rethus pauses, the images of his mother, and father, lying in the floor, a puddle of blood forming on the floor. The boy takes a deep, shuddering breath, and a single tear falls from his eye.

"As we were running away, the men saw us. The shot at us as we ran. My brother had to carry my youngest sister. Before we could get away, my brother and two of my sisters were shot.

I took my first sister's hand and dragged her into the elevator, and we caught the shuttle to the spaceport.

When we arrived, my sister and I meant to stow away and get off the planet, but we were seperated. I still managed to get onto a ship to Naboo. There I met a man, who recognized my enhanced reflexes and speed as force-sensitivity. And now... I'm here, headed back to where it all started, 8 years ago...

The boy was surprised at the fact that he felt better, now that he had had time to vent the anger and pain he felt. Truth be told, he'd forgotten who he was talking to. He quickly remeinded himself of his training, and his obligation to the sith.

Rethus did not much like his master calling him 'weak,' and he didn't much like the idea of going home. Though home was indeed special to him, it bore the blood of most of his family. The boy looked up from the viewport, and spoke.

"What will we do when we arrive, master?"