The Rebel Faction

That voice.

That tone, commanding, forcefull yet firm and regal. A voice he had heard a thousand times before but couldn't seem to pinpoint.

It couldn't be. It's impossible.

Turning, Ren gazed across the melee of wounded that lay across the landing field at his feet.

The woman's voice he had heard came from the far side.

Ren peered trying to locate the source of the voice. He could see a small female figure arguing with one of the medical staff.
Ren called out, attempting to get thier attention.

<font color=lime>"Hey!"

<font color=white>She turned, her hood slipping back as she did so, letting through a glimpse of her dark countenance.

<font color=lime>"Dear God."

<font color=white>Either his eyes were playing some cruel trick on him or he had seen a ghost.

He could feel an immensely overwhelming panic grow in the woman giving speed to her feet. She was headed for one of the alleyways.

<font color=lime>"Wait, come back!" <font color=white>Ren yelled desperately, but couldn't be heard over the rabble of patients and unrelenting rain.

He jumped over injured and sick, dodging patient and doctor. He reached the other side of triage just as the woman slipped into the alley. What she didn't know was that it was a dead end. Whatever she was trying to get away from was about to catch up.

She attempted to scratch her way up the iron railings but to little success.

<font color=lime>"Please, won't you please stop!"

<font color=white>She turned, her face still shrouded under her hood.

She was now on the ground, looking up at Ren , pushing herself back into a dark corner, hiding.

Ren reached down speaking calmly <font color=lime>"What are you running from?" <font color=white> he said, gently pulling back her viel of black leather.




<font color=red>"You."

This was impossible, how could she be alive.

A lump formed in his throat and his lower lip trembled in a gasp of disbelief.

<font color=lime>"This cannot be. We . . . we searched, for months we searched and found nothing. I . . . we had lost you."


<font color=white>His arm began to raise, pushing back her hood, revealing her long dark locks of hair. His hand brushed some strands back unvieling her face. Tensed his fingers ran across her cheek, tentatively, uneasy.


<font color=lime>"It is you."

<font color=lime>"Yes . . .yes." <font color=white>ren muttered, awakening from his dazed state.

<font color=lime>"I have personal quarters here at the settlement, we can go there.


You're hurt." <font color=white>Ren said , staring at the blood crusted gash adorning Vessana's forhead.

<font color=red>"It's alright."<font color=white> Spoke vessana softly.

<font color=lime>"I can take care of that when we get there, the storm will hit soon, we should get inside."

<font color=white>Ren's feet began to move with purpose, his mind however froze.


How could this be? He thought. She had been gone for over two years, and in that time not a word, not one sighting.

Where?

How?

Questions that would soon have to be answered.

Soo much pain.

Too much pain.

It was hard to believe she had carried this for almost two years.


Each tear echoed in his mind, as a constant reminder of what she'd lost. . . what he'd lost.

His hand reached around the back of her head, offering a comforting touch, but he recoiled, unsure and uneasy.

He could feel her crying out, into the vast reaches of the force. It tingled like chains of fire that burned him.

A tear swelled in his eye, running down his face and into his lap.

The hand he had offered, moved back, around her head, comforting her, for what it was worth.

She saught to train, her thoughts revealed that much.

He couldn't train her like this, she was too full of anger, hate, revenge.

These were tools of evil, tools of the darkside.

But when he gazed into her eyes, he could see the helplessness, the sufferring. Noone should see thier children taken away, extracted beyond consent and will.

The future that lay ahead of them was clouded with mystery and danger.

What could he do.

<font color=lime>"I . . .I will train you, if it'll help to reunite you with your children."

<font color=white>Any other Master would have been insane to train a person in Vessana's state of mind, but he couldn't help it, her pain was his pain now, a burden shared is still a burden carried.

Dark times were ahead, that much, he could see.

<font color=lime>"We must be quick, quick and discrete.

My ship is not far, once onboard I will take us out towards the far regions, to the great canyons.

The force is strong there.

Come, we mustn't delay a minute longer.


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<font color=white>The greyhawk settled on the canyone base, it's doors hissing open in a cloud of coolent.

This place, the site of Ood Bnar's death, the great Jedi master who lay here for hundreds of years.

The force was strong and abundant in this place.

A more than adequate site to begin Vessana's training.