The Rebel Faction

"Of course, High Elder." Varex replied in their own tongue, keeping his eyes on the Daemun envoy.

There was a brief period of silence. Varex searched his mind for the proper words to what he wanted to say. It had been some time since he had used Basic. Most Cree'Ar didn't bother to learn it, considering themselves above such primitive speech, but Varex knew better.

"Greetings to you." he began, pausing a bit for dramatic effect, "I am Varex Tarien, Most Holy Envoy of Borleas Queyver. This is High Judicator of the Cree'Ar Dominion, High Elder Kal Shora, Bringer of Fire. We greet you both, and the Black Dragon Empire. And your names are?"

If he stumbled over his words, he could not be faulted. Varex was very uncomfortable looking upon Cree'Ar and knowing in his mind that they were merely imposters. Infidels, no matter how civilized they might be. Kal Shora had asked whether they should be honored or insulted. He felt the latter.

Speeding through hyperspace in the Sihoyguwa, his now-ancient Sith Infiltrator, Ahnk cursed himself for his lack of reasoning ability.

What was it that made the Cree'Ar undefeatable? Their weapons were unique, and their detirmination was formidable, but the one advanatage they had over every enemy they faced was their conduit technology, utilizing negative energy to create tunneling phenomena anywhere they desired to travel.

Another species in this galaxy fit that bill as well.

He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it.

The Cree'Ar.

And the Gree.

The Cree'Ar.

The Gree.

Cree'Ar.

Gree.

Everything was falling together in his mind as he headed for Lonatro, according to estimates made by his friend Mr. Smith, the most likely world one would go to if they wanted to take an undefended Gree Hypergate. He had to get there first, and when he arrived, he had to destroy it. He had to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands.

He had to...

"Ah." Varex said, stalling to attempt a rudimentary understanding of what the Cree'Ar imitator had said, "Ah. I'm afraid I do not know much about your technology. It sounds very interesting, though."

Though he had said otherwise, Varex was neither interested nor impressed by the Daemun technology. In the end, it was nothing compared to the gods. He passed a brief glance back at Kal, but seeing no apology for lack of information or explanation of the 'Mysteries' forthcoming, he turned back to the nameless emissaries.

"Well. We are very interested in continuing these negotiations, but I think we should find some place a bit more quiet to speak of such things. Some place away from prying eyes, if you will."

Almania.

Things had been mounting in the realm of the Alderaanian guard since the strange incident with a fleet of hostiles entering and then leaving the system space.

The fleet was preparing for action as it always did. Training for eventuallities and getting as much inteligence from their networks as possible.

Vonta Horn had been training members in the Observer order to pass the days. There had been many a promising student. Many choosing to differentiate into a single force study or into many.

On this particular day The original Observer jedi was aboard the saber strike. Vonta's Nebulan B-2 frigate. Of her own design the ship was uniquely outfitted with advanced computer systems giving her a complete out post with witch to do her research, training, and missions. The Training frigates were actually a better fit for the stated purposes but vonta preferred her ship and her crew. They had been loyal to her for years now and that loyalty resounded through the force in this place.

"Saber," Vonta calls out into the dead air.

In the librairy of the vessel a life sized holo-gram appears next to the table that vonta worked at. It was covered with data padds scattered all about in a pattern that only the jedi could discern.

The holo-gram appears backwards looks from side to side and turns around smiling lightly as she comes to face her captain.

"Ma'am, may I be of service?" The Hologram was the mind of the ship but was given a holo-graphic form to manifest herself with any where on the ship. The Computer was unique as having a synthadroid counter part that was the very image of the hologram in everyway. The ship and the droid shared a positronic network that allows them to share experiences with one another.

"Yes cross reference the data for the Kathol rift historical files with..." Vonta never finishes her sentence.

She convulses for several moments as she is hit with a force premenition.

She saw several images, a Green planet, Soilders, a round gate with an obilisk beside it. Throughout the vision she felt the dark side permeating this place.

"Captain?!" The holo-gram moves to vonta's side, with no response, "Medical teams to the archives something is wrong with captain Horn."

The vision passes and Vonta regains her pose.

"No saber. Belay that order." She manages to say weakly, "It was just a disturbance in the force I am fine."

The holo-graphic woman looked doubtful but she would not go againest her captain.

The vision had a Hyper gate in the vision.

Only located in the Gree conclave.

Another bidding of the force. One that she must follow she makes way to the bridge knowing that she is begining yet another journey.

Varex struggled to bite back a sigh of frustration. The technologically advanced Daemun people were quickly getting on his nerves. It seemed that they seemed to take offense to everything the Priest Lord said, as if they expected for him to know everything about their people.

Come to think of it, Varex wished he did know everything about their people. It would make this whole meeting so much more easier. It seemed right now that everywhere he 'ran' with these negotiations, he met up with a dead end.

Finally, the Daemun people actually did something helpful. Screens that were obviously meant for data exchange between the Daemun and Cree'Ar people emerged from the pad before them. Perhaps he'd survive this negiotiation without attempting to strangle the Daemun envoy's after all.

"Very good, very good," Varex muttered to himself, "Now. If you'd be so kind as to pull up the schematics for the ReMAT?"

Sure, it wasn't the most tactful approach, but Varex was qucikly getting fed up with the Cree'Ar imposters, and it was better than nothing.