The Rebel Faction

Amalia's pace was slow, it was a deliberate pace; it was if there was a means behind her stride.

Once her gaze had caught sight of the cafe, she never seemed to allow her face to waver from the establishment.

She had everything already played out in her mind.

She pictured it easily enough. Malice walking out, Lono held tightly within his grasp.

No surprise reached the woman's face when Malice finally did come out with Lono; her visual image of the two was almost a carbon copy of how the two appeared to her then.

Her brown eyes reached Malice's face first before her son's, quietly observing Malice as he looked onto her.

She'd stopped in her pace, keeping four feet distance between Malice and her son. Her lips parted, it seemed as if she were going to speak but for some reason changed her mind as her gaze finally fell onto Lono.

She smiled ever so faintly, despite the situation that had come to be. Her gaze retreated back to Malice; finally allowing herself to address him.

"Hello," she said softly, perhaps too softly.

Though she neglected to say another word, her eyes said everything she could not or would not say.

A silent plea her brown eyes offered Malice.

After it seemed as if she would say nothing more, her mind reached out to Malice's.

.. What.. do you want?

She could not pretend to know what Malice wanted.

Tell me.. what do you want?

She would not do it.

She would not dare beg him out right.

... But she would be sure to give him what he wanted.

Any means necessary to save her son...

Amalia looked on as Malice took the life of an innocent being. Where sorrow and injustice should have been clearly written with emotion across Amalia's face, nothing drew to express from her presence.

She was nothing but.. empty.

No act of persuasion on her part toward Malice, but simply the truth of how her essence truly felt.

"I remember it so clearly.. the first day that we met.."

She seemed lost, in her own world then, thinking back on that day.

".. It was you that rescued me that day.... and it is you whom will rescue me today.."

It was true; all the pent-up emotions that lay dormant within her, he would awaken them. He would awaken them and then help her to release them.

"It all starts and ends with you..."

On his way to the academy, it seemed as if a million things was running through Jensen's head. He had wondered if he had done the right thing, letting Amalia do this alone, but he felt it had to be this way, she wanted this way. And he also felt that she was ready.

However his walking slowed down. the negative thoughts kept taunting him...something wasn't right at all, actually very wrong.

Then there was a sensation of darkness, a ripple almost that seemed to wash over the former padawan. Coming to him almost as if a blur.

He could sense the child, whom he sensed earlier, was cast aside, rather forecfully.

Jensen suddenly stopped pausing for a few moments only to turn his head toward the cafe, and the source of the darkness. His head then turned back to face ahead, as if it was a distraction.

He bit his lip, and his fingers curled into fist at his sides.

He then made a change of plans, and turning around he made his way toward the cafe.

Under a different situation, such a silence would have been nice. But in this case it irritated Malice. So much so that by aide of the force he sent his son dragging across the dirt covered ground, and right back into his grip. Picking up a now crying and screaming Lono, Malice eyed Amalia.

*Not one with words anymore now are we Amalia? very well i know ways of making people speak. And nothing makes a woman speak more, then when she has to watch her children die*

Activating oneside of his lightsaber, Malice slowly edged the seering blade towards Lono. He would cut him to, his feelings for his son were long gone. Replaced by a longing of death for his son. Eternal life within the force, that is what Malice would grant them.

Jensen was on his way toward Amalia and Malice, during that time his step seemed to quicken.

As he was just about there, he saw a small figure with white hair, what appeared to be a little boy recklessly and without abandon make his way toward him.

The little boy's mind as far as Jensen could sense was filled with confusion and without thinking, ran into a street in his trek toward Jensen.

Luckily, Jensen was close to within arms reach, and picking up his own pace and with lightning fast reflexes was able to pick up Lono quickly and take Lono out of harms way, as a speeder barely missed the confused boy.

Once upon the sidewalk with Lono in his arms he sat him back down, Jensen not saying a word to the young boy for a few moments as he turned only to see Amalia, and Malice start their duel, he closed his eyes and sighed inwardly as he shook his head for a moment.

Jensen bent down so he and Lono were face to face, and he spoke.

"That was quite a scare there..." Jensen said quietly.

"I'm Jensen, a friend of your mother's, I'm here to make sure you are safe."

Jensen glanced back toward Amalia and Malice and back to Lono as he stood up.

"We need to get out of here." As his gaze shifted back and forth and it finally settled on Amalia and Malice.

"Don't look back…" He said, Jensen's gaze unwavering from the two, as he and Lono left the scene.