The Rebel Faction

Mianar listened to the two men, and noted the obvious reaction of the man who seemed to be of lesser rank to the second man's deciding to join them on this venture.

Clearly, The higher ranking "official" did not fully trust him as of yet. He had made the mistake of not explaining certain things, mainly because he thought if he told them that a ghost in his head told him what he needed to do, that they'd lock him up in the looney bin, if they had such a thing, or at the least, knock him unconscious and check his brain for damage... He half sighed to himself.

"Very well. I welcome the company. Perhaps, Commander, throughout this journey you will finally understand that I mean you no harm, to you, or any of your people. To the contrary, I believe you to be in the right in what you are doing here, as best as i can ascertain what I believe you're doing here, though I cannot be sure my eyes and ears do not deceive me. Regardless, time is of the essence, and the sooner we arrive at the Temple, and I retrieve my objects, the sooner I shall be on a transport hurtling towards Ilum, and out of your hair, your secrets here, safe from any wrong doing."

He stood up gingerly, his ribs still taped from the injuries, and he gestured to his coat, which was handed to him.

"I hope that I have shown enough faith that you would return my personal effects to me for the journey... I do not know much about the species in the area or any other potential threats to my or your own well being, and I believe while you will need me to take point for this particular thing, it would be best if i were armed with a weapon I was more accustomed to. Not to mention it was a family heirloom that I would prefer to keep, if you don't mind."

He looked expectantly to Commander Nix as if to say "If i was going to hurt you, or expose you, I would have done it already... Give me a chance here?"

Aleister placed his hands out to take his sword, and sheathed it to his hilt.

"Thank you." was all he said as he stood up from this particular bed in which he had previously been sitting on.

"I welcome any and all company that you wish to bring with us on this particular excursion. I have nothing to hide." He smiled.

"However, It is my estimation that time is of the essence, and therefore, we should get a move on."

He looked over at Nix, who still shared a look of uncertainty of this particular creature, and the corner of his eye caught Rogers, who instinctively flinched, seeing Nix's continued reaction.

As they left the encampment, Aleister paid no attention to any of the positions, or other such items within their "base" as he did not care to know what they were up to here. They had trusted him thus far, and therefore, he would use only the direction that Han gave him through his mind to reach the temple, as he himself had no knowledge of what he was doing, but it would be hard to explain that to the two soldiers.

Time bore on, as they made their way towards the Temple in which he sought. Nearing it, he held his hand up in the military sign for "all Stop", and pointed downward, showing them the tripline that they had come to.

"I'm not exactly sure what type of traps that the predecessors left on this particular planet near this place but I'm pretty sure they would be rather dangerous."

He gestured for them to stand back, and he investigated further, finding the wire to be connected to two mines. He disarmed both, and set them aside.

"That should pose no further problem for us. Shall we continue?" He asked.

Nix nodded.

"Shouldn't be much longer now. From what I'm given to understand there aren't any locks on the doors I need." He smiled.

They made their way into the Temple, and it did not last long before they stood in front of a dusty door.

He listened in his head, as Han gave him the words to open the long since closed tomb. The two men winced as the stone door slid open, without any other action, and Aleister stepped inside, and looked back at the two men.

"Care to join me, gentlemen?"

Aleister chuckled.

"If i explained it to you, you wouldn't necessarilly believe me. However, rest assured, I meant what I said when i find what you are doing to be honorable and I wish to count you among my friends."

He paused, looking around the tomb.

"We stand, gentlemen, in the tomb of a very talented Sith. He had turned to the dark side, and died at the hand of his cousin, Leia Organa. However, His lightsaber, whatever that is, and some other tools, are still here. I needed to collect them, before I left this planet, and got out of your hair." He paused, listening to Han explain to him how to open the side panel that would hold the personal items. He entered the code, and it clicked open.

He reached out, collected two blasters, and a Lightsaber, all of which he placed on his belt, ensuring that he did not aim any of the weapons at Nix or his partner, as he had been honest when he said he wished no harm to come to them.

He smiled.

"I have accomplished all that I wish to do so on this planet, There should be no other booby traps in the general vicinity, and it should be a safe exit for us. My only other wish is to leave here, get out of your hair, and to be sent to the planet of Ilum, either directly, or through a series of hops, whichever you believe is safer to keep your organization secret, even though I give you my word of honor that your secret is safe with me." He bowed politely to the two men.

"However, I am quite certain neither of you would like to spend any more time in the tomb of a Sith, than necessary. Shall we take our leave?"

Mianar noted the man's response was to automatically draw his weapon, and did not flinch as if to appear guilty.

He listened once again, as Han spoke to him, before speaking to Nix, as they made their way out of the tomb.

"Possessed... No Sir. I am in full control of my faculties. However, He is, as you might think, Guiding me. When he died, he died with regret, which allowed him to not cross over to his final resting place. He believed it his quest to assure that his tools were given to someone who could do something positive with them... and for some reason, he chose me. Now that he has accomplished that, I highly doubt that Either of us will have a dealing with him again. Han Skywalker has said his final piece on this galaxy, from beyond the grave."


He nodded ruefully, and grinned at the expressions of both Nix and his subordinate who were nodding in a dumbfounded sort of manner, typically bereft of those who believed the person speaking to be completely insane.

"Crazy or not, at least you won't have to deal with me much longer. How long do you think it will take to arrange transport to the area which I require?" He pleasently questioned.

Mianar nodded, reaching out, politely and taking the items from the mans hand.
He paused, moments later as if deep in thought before speaking again.


"Two days? I suppose that shall be agreeable. While I am here, would It be too out of place to offer my services to your people, in thanks for all you have done to help me?"

He had an eagerness about him that he was sure would dumbfound Nix, but, he truly wanted to help...especially if these people hated the people who hated him.

His wings fluttered slightly behind him, nonthreateningly, and he realized that he'd had them tucked back for so long he'd almost forgot for a moment they were a part of his body.

"If i can be of any service to you or your people, it would be my honor to fulfill it."