The Rebel Faction

Kas listened intently. He is past memory recalled the name of the Aiki, a very strong force sect as he remembered it.
"Thank you for answering. One last question; What did you feel about this planet that bade you to come here. I have felt ripples in the force, or rather, my past has while I have been unaware. Can you explain what brought you here?"

Aboard the Free Wind orbiting Vandelheim

The second in command was quite nervous about the situation. He had the founder and leader of the Vinda Corperation onboard, and had for the last two days. His captain had never been that late. He had been contimplating sending down a strike team to search, but the rest of the bridge crew thought it wasn't such a hot idea.

He sat in his quarters, reviewing paperwork, the tension building.

Tension. It ate away at his mind like a Gnkat slug at a fiberous rope. It streached his emotions to a wire. He reviewed the situation.

Tension.
Two days late.
Hasn't been back to his hotel in two day's.
More than usual flood of strangers heading out in the same direction that his commander had last been spotted.
Seth Vinda aboard to go back to Brental.

It was enough to make him loose his mind. If he sent out a strike team, the locals may get very mad, and Mr. Vinda had plans for this planet. If he waited his commander may die.

Tension

Decisions

Tension

Decisions

Tension

Slapping the comm unit on his desk, he requested Mr. Vinda be put on the holo.

Tension

Decisions.

He should have been a doctor.

On impulse, and impulse alone, Pu’ti waved his hand at this Observer Jedi.
She slumped instantly.
“Sleep well Jedi, because of your rashness I must now count the wounded of my people. But it isn’t entirely your fault.”

Pu’ti motioned to the two guards. “Put her in a secure room, with a good bed. Two guards outside the door, and a note inside telling her to please not leave.
If she does leave, just have them follow her. No aggression.”

They nodded, and walked off with the Jedi floating between them.

Pu’ti stood, frowning. Why had he done that? Something had sprung up inside him. Something slightly familiar…

The part of him that was Kas Katta was slowly melding into oblivion. It’s memories stored with the rest of his memories. They were the most recent ones though, and still had that fresh feel to them. Pu’ti searched his mind for …

“Vinda…”

Vinda was here. It all flooded back now. He was supposed to meet his ship days ago!

He may be Pu’ti, but he sure couldn’t break arrangements just for personal reasons…

Narcissus

Vandelheim Spaceport



As the Chrome vessel gingerly touched down upon the landing pad, Vinda observed through the window the bustling throng of different species...

"...better put this on sir..."

Vinda looked up to see an aide offering him a small Gas-mask, and as he threw him a puzzled expression, the aide explained..

"...hlor4, the air has high traces of it, breathe it in and you'll have your own purple haze..."

Nodding slightly, Vinda grimaced as he slipped the mask on, it only really covered both his nose and mouth...

The engines from the ship whined down, The Narcissus's engines had a very distinctive sound, and those who knew it , knew instantly Vinda had arrived. With a small rush of air and a hiss, the air-lock opened and the gantry extended.

As Vinda stepped down it, he glanced up to see Achinta already waiting for him at the bottom, Vinda nodded in acknowledgement.

"...We have reservations at the same hotel Mr Katta stayed in, I have already spoken to the manager, they say our Admiral checked out days ago, and they haven't seen him since...we have found his shuttle however....its empty"

Vinda's face frowned upon hearing the HRD's words..

"..well we'll have to check and see any of the locals has seen him..."

(he prodded Achinta)

"..you can do that.."

Achinta simply nodded..

"..I'll go back to the hotel, I assume they have security footage, yes?, maybe something there, worth checking anyhow..."

As they walked out of the parking bay,he glanced down and pointed at a crude drawing upon the floor...

"..what the frell is that?..."

Achinta smirked..

"..thats a picture of a Mynock sir..."

The CEO paused, cocked his head to one side and shook his head , as they both slowly walked away, he muttered under his breath...


"...doesn't look like a Mynock to me..."

Sahrah banked left into a turn and buzzed the tower at the spaceport once more before punching her engines up to get clear. Seth was down and everything was fine for now.

She was about to set down somewhere not too far away to stay on call but a nagging feeling kept her airborne. Kas was missing and it wasn't like him so something had to be up. Had some rival company taken him hostage in the hopes of dangling him as some ransom bait for Vinda?

<span style="color:red;">If he were here I'd probably joke about how they couldn't get more'n a cred to sell him off</span>, she thought to herself and smiled.

She slid her visor up and turned on her long-range scanners to do a quick reconnaissance of her surroundings. Nothing special: average ship traffic, a few patrols, a familiar signature, a few cargo shi---a familiar ship?!?! Sahrah's blue eyes squinted carefully at the flashing green blip...it wasn't Vinda's.

<span style="color:red;">Helloooo my little blinking friend...and who might you be?</span> she said to herself as she called up a quick display about the ship.

The screen lit up with a colorful presentation and a lovely spinning picture of a Yt-1300 - its weapons systems highlighted in blue for quick reference and admiration.

<span style="color:red;">Just give me a name you piece of crap!</span> Sahrah rolled her eyes in frustration and proceeded examine the text next to the spinning craft.

She flipped on her communications almost instantly. "Hey, sir, I have a birthday present for you," she pushed a button and her A-wing's computer sent a small flood of data to Vinda.

As the door slid shut behind him with a rush of air, Vinda removed his face mask he had been given, and looked around the lobby, curious as to why it seemed so deserted.

Striding up to the reception, the CEO's shoes echoed around the lobby, he couldn't help but feel that something wasn't quite right...
Murmuring under his breath, he retreived a small blaster from within his suit pocket...

...he had to pick this hotel....

Glancing around as he approached the reception, he pressed his finger upon the customer waiting alarm on the off chance someone would answer..
He frowned slightly as a small chime sounded , but no-one answered.

Sighing to himself, Vinda walked to the other side of the desk , and scanned the database for Kas's records...

...Aha!....

His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he saw Kas had checked out days ago, but had yet to check back in.

Regardless of this , Vinda made his way to Kas's room in the hope of finding something that might shed some light on his sudden disappearence, as he thought about this briefly, he stopped abruptly , noticing that Kas's door had been left wide open.

Gripping tighter onto his blaster he peered cautiously into the room from the hallway, and gingerly stepped in. Vinda couldn't shake the feeling he was walking out of the frying pan, and into the fire as he glanced around the trashed hotel room.
Smashed furniture, broken mirrors, the whole place was a mess, almost as if someone had been searching for something...

...either he's had one hell of a party.... or...

A sudden vibrating in his pocket, interrupted his thoughts and made him jump ...

"..in the name of!..."

Vinda stopped short as he realised his comms-unit was on silent alert, taking a moment to catch his breath, he listened to Sahrah's message

"...Hey, sir, I have a birthday present for you..."

Switching his data-pad on , his eyes scanned the information transmitted to him, and nodded to himself..

He replied, though with his voice still showing traces of annoyance...

"...excellent work Sahrah...I'll contact Achinta, stay where you are he might make his way back to it...."

He sighed heavily as looked around the room once more, confused more now than to begin with...


....its not my Birthday...