The Rebel Faction

It was interesting, or so Markis thought. The jedi apperently weren't the butchers he'd heard so much about before joining the Serendives Fleet. "So, the Jedi DO have a kind spirit, and welcome back those who have ruined there lives." he said, although in a low enough tone as to not be heard by any Jedi who might just be around him, as luck would have it, there weren't. "Wonder where Ruse went, he should've been back by now" he asked himself

Ruse was checking out the Temple, looking around it's exterior. How to get in.. how to get in... he asked himself a thousand times, he didn't see ANY way to get in. That mean's his mission just got a tad harder.. he knew for a fact that the front door was a dead give-away, the Jedi would know his intention before he even got past the door. He thought about it, and smiled, he had watched as some of the Jedi's younger students had walked out of the Temple, albiet a teacher with them or so he thinks, A knight perhaps? Maybe even a master? Either way he had an excellent idea

provided Lavality starts her training, she'll have to come out here sometime he smiled but then thought about. That damn Trandoshan has my sniper rifle though he snarled. I'll have to get it from him, hmm.. tonight perhaps, he is a sound sleeper but very poor when it come's to memory, if i just replace the sniper with a replica then it shouldn't be a problem the grin turned mischivious, he had a bounty to collect.. and now that a certain Trandoshan was here, namely Trazu, he had two bountys, and with the SON of this Trandoshan, that just made it THREE, although the trandoshan's son wasn't on the bounty list, he knew someone would pay him hansomely for the head. He smiled and then walked away

Dolash had felt it too, that undercurrent, whatever it was he could see the concern suddenly visible on Trazu's face, and knew he had to act fast to avoid any panic or confusion. Calmly, he turned to Fwar and said "I will be preoccupied discussing arrangements with our guest, Fwar, for a good time to come. If you could, could you take your colleagues for a walk around the grounds? It might do them good and help take their minds off of things."

Fwar nodded understandingly, and Dolash felt the issue settled for now, his fellows on the job. With that, he turned back to Trazu, and said "The Jedi Order welcomes all, especially those whose need is tied into the Force. I am also sure it would benefit your son greatly for you to be here - unlike the Order of earlier years, family contact is not so restricted.

"More importantly, is there any other business of immeadiet concern? If not, it would be right of me to allow you inside now, to set up accomodations and so forth, and to discuss things in the security of the temple." Lavality was being looked after by a more senior knight then he, who was generally responsible for taking care of the younger members of the academy. With that being taken care of by others, Dolash felt he could focus on the issue of Trazu, Silonik, and this mysterious white Trandoshan. He stepped forwads, and said "Also, there we may discuss what happened to you, and what can be done in the future about it. Indeed, I would say that there is a great deal of business to discuss, not all of it best said in the open air."

Further off, Fwar met Shillia - a femal Devaronian, lanky and finely furred - and the pair began to patrol the outer edges of the Temple. "So, looks like Dolash let him off the hook. He's a sucker for a sob story, that one." said Shillia flippantly.

"No need to show such disrespect." said Fwar, his voice a tad chiding. "Dolash respects the fact that it was the spirit who manipulated our guest into his acts, he can hardly be held accountable."

Shillia snorted "Have you noticed everything Dolash does includes ghosts? Ghosts possess Yuri, then we go find a ghost on Ilum, now a reformed darksider claims 'a ghost made me do it'. Who you gonna call? Us, apparently."

Fwar just grumbled as they passed around the perimeter. "...I know we have not discussed this often, but with the nagging doubts of Dolash, you couldn't see your way clear to using your powers of forseeing, could you?"

It was a risky thing to ask, for rather personal reasons, but after a chilly pause the other Jedi nodded slowly. "Okay... I'll give a look, but I'm not Oblox, so no promises."

She closed her eyes, and reached through the force. She could see... a rifle... a wookie... a Trandoshan - one she hadn't seen before... a girl... a doorway-

She blinked awake in a start.

"What did you see?" said Fwar.

"...Honestly? I have no idea." Shillia said, and shrugged. What could that all possibly have meant?

Trazu nodded in agreement, remembering suddenly that the large, Force imbued sphere he had discovered on that one planet may be of interest to the Jedi here. Something like they certainly couldn’t risk being overheard by a…rival…party.

“I suppose you don’t need us here anymore, eh bro?” Varcanna said, getting his attention.

“I’m not forcing you to stay if that’s what you are asking.” Trazu replied. He thought a moment then added. “I only brought what’s on my back in terms of clothing. If you and Asri could pick up a couple extra sets for me from the market I would appreciate it.”

“You don’t need to send both of us Trazu, the Akisi should be capable of handling it alone.”

Asri snarled at Varcanna, looking like she was about to pounce on the red scaled female, but quickly calmed herself and affixed a cold glare upon her instead. Trazu himself was glaring at Varcanna. “You need to learn to get along with Lady Asri.” Trazu said sharply. “You will both go and do this.”

Varcanna visibly bristled at his order, turned abruptly and stormed out the gates. Asri sighed and followed her, shaking her head. Trazu sighed as well, wondering if he made the right choice in sending them together. He was confident Asri could handle herself if his sister decided to try to pick a physical fight with her, but there were non-violent means of hurting someone his sister could employ instead.

What’s done is done. Trazu thought as he turned his attention back to the Jedi and nodded for him to take lead.

Trazu accepted the key without complaint, not bothered at all by the simple accommodations: he had lived in even sparser situations before when he was playing Ranger. Before continuing to follow the Jedi he took a moment to address his son, who was tagging along with them.

"Silonik, why don't you go and play for a while. I'll catch up with you later." He said.

"Ok." Silonik said with a smile. "See ya later daddy."

He watched his son run off for a moment, then returned his attention to following the Jedi, who led him to a private room deeper in the Academy. He accepted the seat offered to him and listened carefully to the Jedi's question and concerns. For a moment he was quiet, thinking over how best to begin.

"The spirit that possessed me wasn't that of a Sith, but of something far more ancient and dangerous." He began. "Thanks to my recent 'experiences' with it, I know more about it then anyone else and it's story starts before my people became capable of space flight. It started....with an abandoned infant.

"The infant had been rejected by it's mother and cast into the harsh wilderness of our homeland. Why? Because it scales were white....it was an albino. A freak in the eyes of it's mother. It would have perished in the sun baked desert it was left in, if something truly supernatural had not interfered.

"This you may not be able to believe it, for I have trouble believing it myself fully, but a fallen deity appeared before that infant. This being saw this child as the perfect means for revenge against my people, more specifically against our primary deity, the Scorekeeper and gave the child the last of it's powers before vanishing forever. With those powers came a promise: as long as a piece of it remained, it's reign of terror would continue.

"The child was instantly changed, it remained white in color, but became much more monstrous in size and power. Within a couple years time it was attacking my people and no one could stop it. Unknown number of lives were lost to it's savagery. For the first time in known history, my people lived in fear, in fear of this K'Satizitus, or 'Blood Beast'.

"Then a young T'Doshok, my ancestor Tassu, proclaimed he saw a vision of himself slaying the K'Satizitus: no one believed him. So he was forced to go on his own to find the beast's lair. He found it and was miraculously able to slay the K'Satizitus, but nearly died himself: he was forced to consume the beast's flesh so that his body had the energy to heal itself. When he was healthy enough, he returned to civilization, bearing the K'Satizitus' head. He was proclaimed a hero and soon after he founded my Clan, the K'Satikur Clan. But Tassu did not know of the fallen deity's promise and had unwittingly allowed the K'Satizitus inhabit his body as a spirit, where it learned how to manipulate minds.

"The K'Satizitus knew it would be best not to try anything...outlandish...with the one that had killed it in life, so it bided it's time and transferred itself to Tassu's successor, his son Desik, when Tassu passed away. It was with Desik that it learned how to control it's hosts body, but only risked doing so when Desik was asleep. Desik grew wise to it eventually however and entered a battle of wills with it. Desik willed the K'Satizitus into submission and could now use it's powers at will. Or so he believed." Trazu asked for some water, his throat starting to feel dry already and this tale was taking a lot longer then he thought it would.

"The spirit, using it's ability to manipulate minds, drove Desik into conquests of power, driving the Clan to eliminate rival Clans, or beat them into submission. The Clan quickly became the most feared Clan in T'Doshok history and it remained so during the generations, as the spirit passed itself on from heir to heir, growing more powerful, and more difficult to control, over the eons. It wasn't until my grandfather, Chikonis, realized the danger the spirit posed and started researching the spirit's history, looking for a way to banish it. However by this time most of the records concerning it and the start of the Clan had been lost to time.

"He believed he found a way however, when he noticed that each generation of K'Satikur only had a single heir. So he split the line purposely, resulting in two half brothers, my father, Rissonik, and my Uncle, Tnossok. He made them promise to rule the Clan together, breaking centeries old tradition in the process. When he finally died, the spirit didn't pass on to either son, so it was believed the spirit was finally gone for good. But that was not the case." His water arrived and he eagerly took a couple of gulps before continuing.

"The K'Satizitus, wary it's secret would be found out, purposely didn't try to possess either son, deciding to possess an unrelated T'Doshok. However, it discovered it could not do this: for some reason, it could only possess members of my bloodline. So it again bided it's time, waiting for one of the brothers to produce an heir. As it turned out, our own violent nature worked against us and in the spirit's favor.

"Because the leadership arrangement of the Clan was so unusual, no one knew to take care to specify which brother they meant when it came to arranged...uh...couplings. I won't get into detail here, but ultimately the female involved, my mother, was taken by both brothers. A fight ensued between the bothers soon after and my father disappeared or a time as a result. With Tnossok in control, he took the liberty of slaying my father's offspring when the eggs hatched. Out of five hatchlings, only two survived: my half-sister, Varcanna, who was of Tnossok's seed and thus spared, and myself, my mother having had the foresight to hide me in a rival Clan before Tnossok arrived to do the killing.

"Knowing my sister was sterile, the K'Satizitus possessed my body, but didn't make itself first known until after I had become an adult, even then, I thought the killing state I was put into was just a berserk suicidal rage my people are capable of going into. It wasn't until Varcanna found me and told me about everything, including my heritage, that I found out about the K'Satizitus. I did not want it, but like my grandfather before me I did not know how to get rid of it. The best I could do was suppress it, only using it's powers when I had no other choice, and did so very successfully up until the time my lifemate died. The details of what happened with me after that you already know."

Trazu stood up and paced a bit, stretching his legs as he continued. "On to things you don't know, or may only have second hand accounts of, the spirit, in full control of my body, came here to attempt to kidnap my son, so it could groom him into a willing host in the future. It failed, thanks to the intervention of one of your Jedi Masters and, indirectly, my sister stumbling upon it's ancient skeleton by chance back on Trandosha, which in a fit of rage she destroyed, therefore weakening the spirits ability to remain on this plane. It was still strong enough to keep full control of my body however and fled back to Trandosha in an rush to secure the last part of it's original body. Before it left though, it had unknowingly informed my son it's secret, who passed that information on to my family back home when the Jedi Master sent a message to them to inform them of what had happened.

"Unfortunately," Trazu said as he sat back down. "They received that information late, as during the last few months a revolution started among my people, which my mother and father led. During that time, the skull of the K'Satizitus, which had been preserved and kept with the Clan since it's foundation, was stolen, with little clue as to who would have taken it. It was Lady Asri that figured it out and found the skull in the private quarters of a recently deceased Councilor, whom was an opponent of the revolution. According to Asri's accounts, the skull was able to defend itself quite well, but she quickly discovered it's limitations and resorted to using a explosive device. The spirit itself, with my body in tow, ended up entering the room just as Asri was throwing the device. The K'Satizitus was capable of stopping that device, but it did not and for what reason I can only guess: it was shocked to see another albino T'Doshok. Whatever the reason, it's hesitance cost it it's final anchor to this plane and it was forcibly removed from my body and this plane, freeing me...and future generations....of it's curse." Trazu took a deep breath. "And that's the full story. I honestly do not know if the K’Satizitus had anything to do with the spirit related events you described, but with the power it held I wouldn’t be surprised would have been disruptive on more the one plane of existence.”

***

Meanwhile, two certain females were having trouble agreeing on what clothes to get Trazu, let alone getting along in general.

"I'm telling you, he prefers black!" Varcanna insisted, ripping the cloths Asri had chosen out of her hands.

"He isn't wearing black now is he?" Asri countered, yanking them back. "I don't think he wants to keep up the 'goth' look these days don't you think?"

"How would you know Akisi?" The crimson scaled female hissed. "I'm his sister, not you."

"Just because you are related doesn't mean you would make the right choices for him. If he had a preference, he would have said so before we left." Asri added with a smirk. "Besides, variety is a good thing, you should try it."

"Just what are you trying to imply here?" Varcanna said warningly.

"I haven't seen you in anything but black pantaloons and vests, please tell me that's not your entire waredrobe..."

"What I wear is none of your business!" Varcanna snarled.

"No..." Asri said with a shrug. "But it doesn't leave people of a very good impression of you...."

By now it was a tug a war between the two females, with the clothing as the rope. It was here the salesman risked intervening.

"Hey! You rip it you bought it!" He yelled.

The females stared at him for a moment, making the poor guy feel like he was two inches tall, until Varcanna let go of her end of the clothing with an angry sigh.

"How about this." Asri offered. "You go shop for what you feel he would want over there and I'll do the same over here."

"Fine by me." Varcanna hissed. "The less time I have to stand next to you the better. Not like you'd be able to buy anything anyway since I am the one that knows the family account codes."

"Oh don't worry your pretty head." Asri said with a smile. "My recently deceased father insured I have plenty of credits to spend." To prove the point, she held up her own datapad.

Varcanna blinked in surprise at her for a moment, then turned a darker shade of red then Asri thought possible before storming off to another side of the market place. Asri could only chuckle.

Dolash was silently contemplative, absorbing the words of Trazu, his thought processes rolling along slowly as he spoke. Finally, once the story had been told in full, Dolash began to speak his own mind on the subject.

"I ask for your forgivness for me to use this term, but I must say that what you have told me is... interesting. From what you have told me, it is in no way your fault that this terror manipulated you and others, nor the damage caused. You are freed from it's influence, and that is what is important.

"What makes it interesting - and again, I apologize for describing it as such - is that there is a possible connection here. Possessions and gods tend to relate back to the power of the Force. In this case, clearly, it sounds as if the power that coursed through your bloodline was of the dark side. That makes things a little clearer to me, although as you are not fully briefed on what I'm talking about, its' reasonable that you might find what I'm saying confusing.

"There is a ghost that we have brought back to the temple, a dead being's remaining essence in the Force. Both Sith and Jedi appear to be capable of rising, meaning that if this thing you banished is of the Force, it may also yet return. We do not know why, or what may be causing it, but the Force is forcing out some of the more powerfully attuned, which is worrisome. If whatever is causing this were to bring back your curse, it's entirely possible your bloodline is still at risk.

"There is no need to cause a panic, but under these circumstances I must heartily reccomend that you consider training yourself in the ways of resisting the Force. If this... thing was of the Force, then it may be your only protection. Your son is training as a Jedi, and is under the watch of some of the most powerful individuals in the galaxy - I personally guarentee his safety, but if it comes for you when you are not here, you will need to be strong to face it.

"Also, if this was of the Force, it's prolonged heritage in your family would surely have left a trace, as evidenced by your son's Force Sensitivity. Here, you could learn to use these powers to defend your mind against the intrusion of such spirits.

"There are too many unknowns in this situation for me to suggest that leaving in the near future is a good idea. Until we know more about what possessed you and can assure that it does not return, it isn't safe for you until you can confidently protect your mind... not to mention, the minds of your companions." he added. "Your sister, at the least, may be at risk - perhaps easier to possess than you? You have built a lightsaber, but tell me, have you mastered the Force? It can help you protect yourself, protect others, and divine the truth about that which plagued you and the possibility of it returning. Here, you can learn of it.

"I am not necessarily suggesting you become a Jedi, but at the least, I offer you the chance to stay, to focus yourself, to find peace from the past and strength enough for the future. At the least, I am sure your son would be glad to have you here a while longer."

Dolash nodded, he was confident in what he said. Trazu needed some time, just what he did with it was less than important - he would become strong with time, but here, he would be under the dilligent watch of the Jedi until such a time as they knew that it was safe for him to go out once more.