The Rebel Faction

Leia saw Kahn wave out the window to somebody else who was apparently still on top of the other building.

"Who are you waving at?"

She became aware of something warm and wet running down her face, and she touched her forehead gently. Her hand came away red. She had a huge gash running across her forehead from where she had flown face first out the window, and now it was beginning to hurt as well. She grimaced, and wiped her hand on her thigh.

"And if possible, why don't they come over here for a visit..."

She kept her message short this time, giving nothing but an answer to his request.

I'm on my way...

Amalia took a quick moment to look around her, particularly studying the length between her window ledge and the open window across from her.

In all Amalia's time as a Jedi, believe it or not, she'd never had to make such a jump as this. It would be her first.

She took in a deep breath for a moment, closing her eyes for just a second or two while she began to work on letting the force flow completely through her.

"Here goes nothing"

Her mind was clear as she thought of nothing but that jump and that window's ledge. The jump seemed to take much too long, well at least longer than Amalia had expected the jump to take.

Nonetheless, she found herself landing feet first, she seemed to wabble a bit as she landed on the platform ledge, anything but graceful. Though still quite fair for her first large jump.

However, she made the best of it as she casually leaned against the window frame, almost making the task seem as if it had been nothing, when in reality, the large jump had been anything but.

She smiled lightly.

"I was just in the neighborhood....Hope you don't mind me dropping in and all..."

She'd already had a quick glance of inside the room and knew exactly where her feelings within the force had come from. Even her train of thought seemed to fall into Kahn's own, no harm in that. A lot had happened in just one day, but then again, this was not any different from any other day in the life of a Jedi. After everything was all said and done though, it was how you handled the day and all that went with it, that made the difference to help you carry on...

The Jedi Knight had watched as his Master readied herself for the jump. She seemed a bit hesitant at first, but once she launched herself into the air he recognized a look of determination and focus on her features. Amalia Azalin was one of the few Jedi Masters; her connection with the living Force ran deep and true. He had witnessed her great skill before, but never really taken the time to dwell on it.

As she landed beside the two other Jedi, Kahn, too, felt relief wash over him. He knew that he was capable of dealing with dangerous situations, and did not doubt his own abilities. However, when he first became a Padawan under Amalia, he had always felt protected and secure in her prescence. She had been the savior to a lost little boy, the glimmer of light in a dark tunnel. And he never completely lost that tendency to feel safe when she was near.

As Organa spoke to him in a joking manner, he grinned once more. It always helped to flavor the atmosphere with humor after having a rather disturbing encounter. Laughter could heal the soul, as one figure in history said long ago. And it was true.

"It's just not you, Master Solo. Perhaps your more of a yellow person. What do you think, Master Azalin?"

His eyes were dancing with laughter, although he was keeping a straight face. Kahn considered Organa to be a friend, but he had never really developed the bond with her that he shared with his Master. He knew that the Jedi Master was often away on business, tending to both her Jedi and non-Jedi duties. And, for this, he respected her.

Leia sighed as if remembering something, and she began to look around herself, as if searching for something.

"Those two and the man I pulled out the window are the property of the New Republic Special Ops now, and they probably will never be seen or heard of again. I can't really say anything more, but... there is a small staging area set up on the first floor of this building. If you can find my comlink, you can call the two guys up from below. They were my backup for this mission, and I didn't keep an open channel with them for security and stealth reasons..."

Something was going on between Kahn and Amalia that Leia was not privy to. She could feel it...

She kept quiet and ignored the feeling, and everything else that came with it. Instead she focused on other things, such as how they were going to get out of here. Her gaze centered on the door.

"We're also locked in this room unless there's something you can do about it for us, Amalia... I have no idea where my comlink is."

Leia frowned, and looked at Kahn.

"You really should stay put now, and rest. You have done a lot here, today... and you are injured, in a worse place than me."

Leia herself then rose to unsteady feet, herself not being injured in any way to impede her walking abilities too greatly. Her gaze centered on Amalia and her eyes seemed clouded with pain, her expression strained. But she made no noise or expression to reveal any fact that she was struggling with pain. She seemed suddenly concerned as well.

"What happened to the man, the one hanging on the ledge of the other building, the one that the snipers were after?"