The Rebel Faction

(OOC: Hope you don't mind me joining this far on guys)


The Grayhawk jumped out of hyperspace with a little more than engine trouble.
His father's YT-2400 freighter had never been the most reliable ship in the Galaxy. Ren had neglected to take her in for routine maintanence for some time and he was now paying the price.

His Journey to Yavin IV would have to wait for now, the possibilty of him breaking down in the middle of nowhere was taking presidence.

Luckily, Ren had just dropped out of lightspeed before his hyperdrive motivator blew. Ren checked his nav computer to find out just in where the blazes he was. Ren called up a schematic of the surrounding area noticing that tatooine was the only planet that he was able to set down on. With his current standing the Hutts and bounty hunters, his current predicament indicated he had no other choice but to land.

A sudden loud thud rocketed the Grayhawk off of it's vector. Tapping wildly at the controls Ren realized his hyperdrive motivator had blew and had knocked his guidance system totally out of whack. Ren had plotted a course to one of the settlements where he could conduct repairs but know he realized this wasn't possible.

Ren now had to contend with a minor fire becoming a major one and landing his frisbee of a ship.

Soaring uncontrollably into Tatooine's atmosphere Ren could do little to settle the Hawk's rapid descent, and so grabbed the controls and prayed for a soft landing.



The Grayhawk came crashing into the sand with an almighty thwack. After skidding across the sand, the GreyHawk came to a halt on the edge of a small dune. Ren was lucky to be alive, if the Greyhawk was another shape it would have crumpled into a burning heap instantly. Ren Janggar often complained about how he hated the ugly looking Disk-like shape of the Hawk, but he re-evaluated his feelings about it's appearance after it saved his life.

After Ren managed to put out the small fire in the back compartment, he walked into the cockpit and took a look outside.

A storm was raging, a storm so thick that nothing was visible beyond the duraplaste window.

He walked over to the comm panel, fiddled with it and realized it was fryed. Instead he got down on the floor and sat on a medatative postition, reaching out with the force in the hope that someone would notice his presence and come looking.

Azak grunted and looked around the cockpit of the small Caprician transport. His eyes centered on the ship's computer mounted in the main console. Leaning over it, he explored a few different menus until he found one he could safely type text in. He then typed 'Azakhaban' in and pointed at it with an affirmative growl.

The Caprician turned and looked down at Azak's entry, then back up at the Wookiee, who rumbled a question in the Wookiee tongue and pointed at Tyscio himself, looking at him questioningly.

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The Jedi Knight had been silent, pondering over their current problem. If they attempted to save the Tusken Raiders, then they had the chance of mortally wounding the young sarlaac. And while Kahn wasn't very fond of the creature, he knew that all life was precious. At the same time, he knew that he could not in good consience allow the Sand People to die.

A ripple in the Force took the Jedi's attention away from the situation at hand for a moment. It was a fellow Light Sider, that he was able to make out. The signature was unfamiliar, but the message seemed to be one of distress. Well, there wasn't much Kahn could do for his brethren at the moment. No, first he had to get the himself and the two Padawans out of danger and solve the existing problem of the sarlaac's victims.

Hearing Hanna's voice, Kahn turned towards her. He could see that some of the fear still remained in her; that was not a good sign. He would have to take care of this first, before they decided what to do about the young Tatooine native beast.

"The dark cannot harm you, Hanna. You have to relax. We're out of immidiate danger; there's nothing else here that can harm us that we have not already faced."

Kahn paused. He would have to work on this in training with Hanna; fear could be as potent as a blaster bolt to young Jedi.

"As for what we do now...."

Suddenly, the Jedi had an idea.

"I think we can save those who reside in the sarlaac without hurting it too badly. If we can irritate its stomach enough, it will expel whatever its eaten. Since there are still several womp rats around, it will still be able to get the food it needs and will not starve."

The idea wasn't very appealing, but then the Jedi-lifestyle was very seldom easy.

Tyscio grinned, "I'll call you Zak. And I see you know how to type. This is good. I am Korban."

He pointed to the pilot seat, "Now, can you pilot a transport? Caprician design isn't much different from others. I need to navigate our course to both force users."

He paused. "Unless you are force sensitive. If you are, you may be more than I am which could come in handy."

Tyscio's eyebrows were raised inquisitively, if not a bit hopefully.

Azak growled a hello to Korban, and plopped into the pilot's seat with an affirmative grunt in response to Tyscio's piloting question. The ship obviously had not been built with Wookiees in mind, and Azak found the pilot's station to be slightly bit more than cramped. But he said nothing, and studied the panels for a moment before taking tentative control of the ship.

"...Unless you are force sensitive. If you are, you may be more than I am which could come in handy." Tyscio was saying.

Azak shook his head. He was not Force sensitive, and had never wished he was. Even in tight situations, the Wookiee had always been able to easily fend for himself. After all, he was a Wookiee.

[It seems then that I cannot navigate in this case, but I can fly. Plot our course, eater of rancid things.]

The Wookiee chuckled and glanced at Tyscio expectantly.