The Rebel Faction

Amalia awoke just a bit after 10 AM, on most days though she usually was awake by 8 am, but being that she was not in her usual surroundings probably had something to do with the change in schedule, at least she suspected that to be the case.

She took her time in getting up, and she was all dressed and fully awake by 11:00 AM.

She entered the living room area to find Leia gone, the blanket and datapad still lay on the couch. Amalia smiled lightly, picking up the blanket and folding it neatly. She set the blanket back onto the couch after she had finished folding it. She picked up the datapad, her eyes swept over it for a moment. She was tempted to read what was on the datapad but she did not read it, instead she placed it onto the table top and then sat onto the couch.

She quietly sat on the couch, wishing she had had something to do to keep her busy. Sometimes Amalia felt like she had more time on her hands than need be.

She suddenly remembered what today was, or rather more of what was to happen tonight.

Well, looks like I'll have more than enough to keep me busy tonight, if not during the day...

She thought of Leia and what she was probably doing right now, probably having some meeting or other, going over this or that, something important.

She looked around suddenly, another table catching her eye near the window. She walked over to the table, a bowl of fruit was centered in the middle of the table. An odd look crossed her face, she was trying to recall if she had seen that bowl there yesterday, she had not, maybe she had not bothered to notice, too busy concentrating on other things.

She scanned the bowl of fruit, picking up a purple something or other, she giggled as she turned the fruit around in her hand, inspecting it.

Say, I wonder what these things taste like...

She took a big bite out of the fruit, it was sour, yet sweet, a little too sour for Amalia's tastes though. Her face became twisted up in a look of displeasure. She was more inclined to spit the piece of fruit out that was in her mouth, but just decided instead to swallow it.

Ugh! I don't know which is worse, this or that milky stuff!

She shook her head, as if doing so would get the taste out of her mouth, the taste went away after a time.

"S'ok, I was not much hungry anyhow."

She tossed out the fruit and went to sitting on the couch again, she jumped suddenly though when the knock on the door came, a little louder than a normal knock would be, but not to loud.

Note to self...have some type of noise around so as not to scare self half to death when new sound comes when all is quiet.

"Some Jedi I am," Amalia quietly mumbled to herself as she made her way to the door.

She stopped forzen suddenly though as she got to the door, just who was at the door? Was she even supposed to answer the door?

"Er...hum..."

She decided to answer it, guessing that it could possibly be someone sending for her.

She opened the door slowly, being greeted by an Intel officer, he smiled, not at all startled by her presence.

Yup. I was sent for...

She smiled back, he was the one to speak first.

"Amalia, I pressume?"

Amalia nodded silently, not really sure of what else to say.

"I came to get you, you'll be expected soon. Leia was taken already, early this morning. She had lots of business to attend, I'm sure you know how it is...Anyway, are you ready to depart?"

"Yes," Amalia said softly, though she still was not sure exactly where she was going, but she was sure she would see Leia there.

Amalia remained quiet for the most part of the ride inside the hovercar as it made it's way to the place where the "party" would be held.

After a short time, she found herself being escorted into the large complex, but that was as far as she went. She silently stood standing, waiting for someone to direct her somewhere or another...

OOC: heh, I figured so, had no idea what to call it. Thanks for filling me in, much appreciated.:)

IC: "Okay, she's here, now will you let me out of here and feed me?"


You??? What about me?? I took a bite of one of those nasty purple fruit things...ruined my appetite...

Amalia smiled at the man as he introduced himself.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir."

Leia popped up next to Amalia, smiling, Amalia returned the smile with a smile of her own.

"It's ok, I kind of figured you'd be gone when I awoke. Glad to be here now though, um...not that I'd rather be somewhere else or anything but um..."

She paused kind of one of those duh moments when one was gonig to say something but then they end up forgetting what they wanted to say.

"....Yes, like I said, glad to be here...."

Amalia smiled sheepishly.

"I know less than you do, but don't worry, I catch on quickly."

Amalia sat quietly, being very attentive to all that Riker had to say. Not once did she take her eyes off of him, until he was finished speaking.

She did not turn to Leia, even though she knew Leia was addressing her through the force. Amalia's expression seemed almost lost for a moment or so, as if she were somewhere else, but she was only thinking.

She turned to look at Leia, a puzzled look crossing her face. A cool gaze finally swept over her face, her left eyebrow rising up slightly as she continued to look at Leia.

But...but what....Princess?...

Amalia continued to let the cool gaze stay on her face. She knew exactly when the last time was that she had attended a high function of any sort....never. The only functions she ever attended where of the high council, but that would not exactly help her here and now.

...I catch on quickly???...

That was the only answer she could give Leia, and even then it was more of a question type answer, hoping that it would be good enough for Leia.

Amalia silently thought of what Riker was offering to her. She gulped slightly, but it went unnoticed.

Just exactly when was the last time I wore a dress??

Not in a very long time had Amalia worn a dress of any kind. There was never a reason for her to wear one. Well, except when she was out with her husband, which at that was very rare, she could never find that much time anymore for the alone time.

Amalia watched Leia walk away. Smiling lightly, Amalia turned her attention back to Riker.

"Thank You.."

She followed him out of the room, entering the hall. Amalia glanced over at Riker as he spoke, keeping in stride with him as they walk. She did not answer him for a moment at first. Amalia was as shy as anyone could be. She did not always feel comfortable with talking to a new face, she was also careful with the conversation she brought forth to a new face. However, she could plainly see that he was just trying to strike up conversation, so she saw no harm in continuing on with the conversation at hand.

"No, not really, but I'm glad for the chance to see her when I can. I'd rather it be this way, than not being able to see her at all."

Amalia answered Riker directly as conversation went on, but she tended not to want to trail off in topic, prefering to stick with whatever Riker wished to speak of, as she often did with a new and unfamiliar face.

Amalia was not used to being pampered and looked after in such a way. Only two women, and an Intel operative, but it was enough to drive the Jedi Master nuts. She was not used to all the instruction and all the fluttering about.

Oh! Leia is soooooo going to hear about this later!

Amalia silently thought to herself, though she knew it had nothing to do with Leia. Though her manners still managed to remain intact as the two women worked with her, Amalia had never been so glad to see a set of people go. Maybe Leia could handle such hustle and bustle, but not Amalia, it was all too overwhelming for Amalia.

She let out a breath of fresh air as the people left her. It was then that Amalia began to wonder how Leia could possibly enjoy such things as what had just happened with her, however, she figured that Leia was just used to it by now.

She smiled lightly to herself as she went to go shower.

"Well, at least I get a pretty dress out of all this, so I guess it all seems worth it. I just hope I catch on quickly, real quick..."

An hour or so later Amalia found herself being escorted to some new place.

They sure do a lot of moving about here, why can't I just stay in one place. It is not like I know where I am being put anyhow, I was perfectly fine in that nice room and...

Amalia looked down to find a light yet gentle hand touching her forearm. Both of her forearms were covered in long pale white silky gloves, reaching up past her elbows and up a little ways up her upperarm.

Her dress was made of the same material, just as lnog as Leia's, perhaps a tad bit shorter, but only by an inch or so. Only difference was that Amalia had trouble walking in her dress. She was an accident just waiting to happen.

Her hair was neatly tied up, though not in a fashion Amalia was used to. It felt heavy on her head, perhaps it was just a bit too tight up there.

It had been a while since she herself had worn any sort of makeup, and even now it was barely noticeable on her face. The makeup highlighting her facial features well.

Amalia still was not used to wearing the dress that adorned her body now, it was not like the dresses she usually wore, more elegant than what she was used to.


She looked up slowly at the person whom had touched her, she smiled lightly.

"This way..."

...And so she found herself entering into a new room, only difference was that this one was filled with people, the other room had been empty for the most part.

She found herself standing off to the side, not wishing to be in the way. After all, someone would come get her if they needed her....