The Rebel Faction

ARRRRRG! He seemed to be repeating the same things over and over again, like a broken message-recorder.

Raven got up out of his lap, and stormed out of the room, finding herself not caring which direction she was headed. It wouldn't have made too much of a difference, anyways. She couldn't leave, so what's the point of knowing where everything is on the blasted ship?

Raven once again punched a bulkhead, hating the fact he was having an effect on her.

"I may have few friends, but they're loyal. Once the dust clears back there, they'll come and find me. His persuasion skills need a ton of work. I doubt they've change the style,or the method in years!"

Raven nailed the wall one more time in frustration, wanting, more than anything to get away from the annoying sith. She didn't know how long she'd be able to hold out against him.

Instead of the anger he was hoping for, Raven winced at the strength that his hands had on her shoulders, and echoed by the throbbing of her fist. Her gaze to the affected hand only made her wince even further.

Raven hadn't even realized, until that point the severity of the punishment she gave to the confining walls of the ship, seeing the flesh as the knuckles torn up, the most recent blow re-opening cuts from the previous blows.

She didn't like what she saw. Raven shook the sith off, and stormed down the hall again, only to find it a dead end. She nearly slammed the wall again, only to remember the aching knuckles, and instead her fingers shakily touched the wall instead.

No, they can't. They have to come for me. They have to...

Raven turned her back to the wall, only to slide down to the floor. She imediately wrapped her arms around her bend knees, burrying her face. There was a slim chance that the sith was right, but she couldn't give up hope yet. Not this soon.

All she could do at this point was burst into tears.

That sith can't be right.... can he?

Raven blinked, not too entirely sure of what the sith was implying by the image on the datapad.

Just the same, he hit the replay button, and the words once again repeated themselves.

Okay, looks like him, and sounds like him.

Raven frowned, gently grabbing the datapad again, replaying the words again.

"No. You've gotta be kidding." Raven murmured, shaking her head. She noticed his smile grow wider in reaction.

Her fingers tightened against the datapad, and she shut it off, not wanting to hear it speak to her anymore.

"If it's true, then why did he bother bringing me along?" Raven asked, once again her eyes blazing at the sith.

"Well? Any thoughts? You seem to have plenty of them to spare."

Raven was definately treading on thin ice, that same ice cracking as she walked along. If Tobal had seen her when she purposely set off the explosion, then maybe it was enough? Her feverent grip on that hope was slipping, and she struggled to cling to that hope. She hoped that what the sith was saying was a lie.

Raven had enough. Of her life, that mission, the sith, everything. All the things he told her had taken their toll, and she closed her eyes to shut it all out. Of course, it hadn't helped her any, for those damned words from the datapad still echoed in her ears.

Raven hadn't known Tobal very well, but she had originally believed that he was a person to be trusted. Maybe it was all a mask to hide his contempt?

Her eyes opened again, her fingers recalling that she had a datapad in her hands.

The thin ice had cracked completely through, and Raven just let the sith have it, smashing the datapad as hard as she could the side of his head, satisfied to see the datapad shatter into pieces.

"You bloody @#%$." she hissed at him.

Raven hated being handled like she was some insignificant little girl. She detested it while she was still little girl back home on Naboo, lead around sometimes like a ragdoll. That was one of the main reasons she hated being a princess in the first place.

Raven touched her stinging face, only to find that it was still warm from the contact, hearing the threats and continued nagging from the sith.

Raven sprung up from her seat, tempted to rebel against the threat that he informed her of, but held back. Her own face was extremely close to his own, her hands clenched in fists.

Good gods, she had enough with it all already. All that she knew was that her perceptions about everything had shattered. Maybe they all hated her? Perhaps they did, even a little? Did it matter? Not anymore.

"Why does it matter to you?" she asked, snorting indignantly.