The Rebel Faction

The dramas unfold around the innocent bystanders as the Sith and Jedi look to gain dominance over one another. All around there is the devastation that left in the wake of each and every battle between these polar opposites. These soldiers of the force possessing great power.

In the city of Theed Toryn helped where he could. In the city there were nothing but bodies left behind. The ground being littered with disembodied arms and legs. Often he came accross more then one decapitated body. Debree from another battle left dozens dead and several dozen more injured.

One stood out in his mind, the sight of a little girl covered in dust and all manner of miner cuts and abrasions. Blood flowing steadily from a gash on her head. Toryn took out his combat medkit and cleaned the wound. Comforting the child as best as he could.

Yes, force users possess great power and have an even greater responsibility to use it wisely. When they get out of hand some one else has to step in. Normally those from the shadows, the Teras Kasi.

From the shadows he watches the Force user called Amalia. She was in the data files. He had felt her through the bulk of the conflict. Teras Kasi of the advanced schools can feel those with force strength. Even determine if they hold allegiance to the dark or light side of the force.

Of all of those that are fighting today Toryn fears her the most. The light well fight for her and the dark well test her to see if they can completely turn her from the light and possibly to their cause.

Kenshin came trying to help that The master Jedi Amalia rebukes immediately. The jedi Kenshin was known to him. He saw him after the rescue of the Teepos and Vonta in the Krath incident. This was getting out of hand here and as a member of the Teras Kasi it was time that he stepped in too try and help to bring this conflict to a close.

He held fast to the shadows waiting to for them to sense him.

"Hmm," she muttered, the murmur coming out more as a mocking tone, though her face showed no sign of expression whatsoever.

Silence ensued, Amalia breaking it after a few heartbeats.

"Well, Kenshin, let's suppose you're right..."

The woman shrugged nonchalantly.

"...Let's say that I am bitter and that maybe, just maybe, somewhere amongst all that darkness, there is a little bit of will to fight for what little hope that resides somewhere deep down within me. What difference does it make???"

Just when it seemed that Kenshin was about to answer her, Amalia started to speak again.

"Wait..there is something I have to show you...both of you."

Amalia narrowed her eyes in anger as she directed her attention onto both men.

"Allow me to share with you my world, or what it will become, anyway..."

Setting herself into deep concentration, the Jedi Master reached out to both padawans', sending them both small fragments of a vision, a premonition through the force.

They saw the anger in her eyes, the blood that spilled onto her hands, but a amidst all that, they saw the one she would slay....

Yet even after she had showed them the truth, the woman's face still remained in an impassive state, that was until after she spoke again...

"...So you show me and tell me where my determination and hope is supposed to come from now!"

Amalia felt the presence that waited within the shadows, but she paid no mind to it due to her own rage.

A figure clad in black storm commando fatigues stands from the shadows. He can be silent no longer.

"I do not know what you showed the Padawans Master Amalia." He called her by name as if he knew her, "But I do know the carnage that has been waged around the innocents of this sphere."

"They are all dieing jedi!," He yells, "Not in the future, but RIGHT NOW!" He had taken off the ebony black helmet that he wore in one swift motion. Revealing a deceptively young face. With features guant with anger.

The sight of that injured girl still fresh in his mind. Knawing away at his insides. Bile was rising in the pit of his stomach as he was sickened at the arrogance of these force users.

"What about their hopes Jedi! Their dreams!" He says then, in a lowwer voice, "What about their hopes and dreams that are dashed with some of you that fall to that dark snuff out a soul?"

He was acting as a voice of those that he saw killed here. He was a soilder, 80 years old, 60 of those were spent in times of seemingly perpetual combat. He saw the damage in the wake of lord vader. The Bodys that lay across the grounds after he had been displeasure. The Inquisitors were no less different in their treatment of the ordinary beings around them.

The very jedi here were falling prey to the dark side. And just becuase they were selfishely looking for 'selfrealization'. He looked at her with disdain.

Kenshin turned to face the man that had just appeared. When the trooper finished speaking, Kenshin answered with a slight frown.

This man spoke logic, but did he understand that if Master Amalia fell to the Darkside that there would be more bloodshed?

"Please sir, do not complicate this matter..."

Jensen slowly began to stand up, just in time to see a man just appear out of the shadows apparently with a military background.

Jensen listened as the individual spoke, as Jensen gathered his own thoughts he slowly made his way over to the man as he finished speaking.

"She’s a Jedi Master…"

His eyes narrowed with a contempt about the way he spoke to Amalia.

"…You will address her with proper respect."

With that he made his way over to where Amalia was standing, this time directly in front of her. Jensen studied her closely, and shook his head in disbelief.

His voice trembled as he spoke to her again

"That’s impossble…"