The Rebel Faction

He stood in silence, peering out over the planet of Reecee through the transparisteel viewing ports of the Defender-Class Star Destroyer, flanked on either side by an entourage of starfighters. The two spoke as if they were lost souls, or bitter enemies.

Minutes passed as if they were hours, his crimson eyes blazing in the background. Everything was going according to plan... The Rise of the Sovereign Chiss Empire, right on schedule.

"Empress Jade," he finally spoke up, offering his inky blue hand to hers. "Welcome aboard the Spirit of Csilla."

Xilen gestures toward a seat. "If you would be so kind as to sit down for a moment, I will explain why we've come to the isolated system of Reecee..."

As Jade took her seat, Xilen moved toward the opposite end of the table, resting his arms across his torsoe as he sat. "I have much better things to do with my time then to launch petty assaults on worlds like Reecee, Miss Jade. I assume you know that. I've come to negotiate the terms of your..." he paused, a keen grin appearing on his face. "Retirement from the IDTech corporation."

Xilen's crimson gaze shifted to Heir Raktus, the man that had entered Chiss Space months prior, Cryogenicly frozen, and cast into the dark wastelands of space.

He folded his hands neatly before him on the smooth metallic table. "Empress Jade, as you can see, the rightful owner of IDTech, Mister Heir Raktus has returned. Your leadership and guidance are no longer needed within the company."

He paused, looking down at a small datapad that rests before him. "Currently, IDTech is in posession of one shipyard, capable of producing warships. In the best interest of the Empire, we will be cofenscating it."

Xilen smiled, and leaned back in his black leather command chair, his crimson eyes resting on Heir Raktus, the renewed owner of IDTech. Offering an inky blue hand, he speaks.

"Congratulations, Mister Raktus."

Her words rang throughout the silence of the large scale command bridge. Xilen's sly grin never escaping his lips. He could make out her words as clearly as a whisper in his ear.

"Miss Jade, I'll thank you for exercising restraint during these diplomatic efforts." he says as he flicks his wrist at a medical officer across from them. "I wouldn't want to have to do something... rash."

Tobal blinked at Master Jade’s act. Inflicting pain upon oneself was a sign of frustration, anger, or depression. He surmised that what she had done was a demonstration of anger at herself, and perhaps a slight bit of depression.


What was being said here did not seem to concern him in any way though. Some government was giving way to another government. Such things happened often on his homeworld. The weak melted to the strong, and greedy. It was unfortunate that Master Jade had been leading this weak government. Now the record of this surrender would haunt her forever.


The blue man’s words floated again through his mind. “In the best interest of the Empire, we will be confiscating it." With a small amount of trouble, Tobal suppressed a chuckle. Totally blunt, this blue skinned dictator. He could have used some tact there. A muscle twitched on the left side of Tobal’s mouth, but he suppressed it. Breaking into laughter here in all probability would not help the situation.


"I wouldn't want to have to do something... rash." Rash? What could this blue skinned dictator do? Tobal had sized the man up upon entering, and it was clear he was strong in body, though this strength had obviously not been exercised or tested for a while. Something felt wrong about the man, something didn’t seem to be ...there. Tobal’s force talent for probing people was weak, so he didn’t even try to feel the red eyed stranger out. But, something did not feel right about him. Patience. Soon we will leave, and this Dictator can keep what he has come to take. May he enjoy it.