The Rebel Faction

Tyscio smiled, "Breakfast!!.. Now you are talking. Lead on miestro."


The last time he had said that he had a certain Jedi Master in his arms and an Ewok scouting ahead.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Strange...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, he thought.


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Association with these Jedi is always interesting.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

OOC: Yes, this is Leia


Azakhaban turned his attention completely away from his "bar company" when a large plate was dropped with no certain gentleness down in front of the Wookiee. He looked at it dubiously, snuffling.

A large, juicy slab of meat lay before him, and it certainly did not look well done. Typical Wookiee.

Azak rumbled in approval, extracted a few credits payment to toss to the tender, then picked up his plate and drink and moved away from the bar and it's odder patrons to a booth, where he dissapeared into the extremely diverse crowd easily, even being the tall Wookiee he was.

Tyscio eyed the young Jedi speculatively as they stepped out. The man had seemed almost nervously fidgeting about and his eyebrows were furrowed in..

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Nervousness? Stress?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


The young man seemed to be searching for something and Tyscio knew from his words that he knew not what. And then it struck the Caprician in a sad way.


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> How alone these Jedi must be. How alone they must feel. As if the entire weight of the galaxy rested on their shoulders and yet, if the whispers and stories are to be believed, the darkness continues to grow...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


The nature of the galaxy.. harsh. As harsh as the hot Tatooine sands blowing across his boots as he followed Kahn.


And yet, something amazing happened when Kahn seemed to look out over the horizon. His furrowed features relaxed a bit and the lines around his eyes disappeared. He seemed a bit at ease with himself.


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> As if he found something familiar. As if he <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> felt<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> something familiar. I wonder...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


Tyscio knew from experience the road to leadership was not an easy one, especially when one attempts to live up to the expectations of their teachers, of the legends that went before...


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ..as they try to live up to the expectations of themselves.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


Tyscio maintained an outward appearance of nonchalance but his perceptions increased with wariness as they entered a local cantina.

Korban took one sniff and patted his stomach. "Fine dining at it's best.." he grinned ironically to Kahn and stepped in behind the Jedi.

His light metallic blue/dark blue clothes seemed to set him a bit apart but with the darkness in the place, not many really noticed.

He walked up to the bartender.

"What's on special?" he inquired innocently.

There it was again....

Kahn's force presence had washed over her again, but this time much stronger than before.

What was he doing here?

He was supposed to be on Naboo, wasn't he? Hanna knew that Kahn had another home that he resided in on Naboo. She had never been to that home, but knew of its existence.

Kahn usually told her of his whereabouts, only because they had become so close as time had passed. His presence seemed to catch her by surprise, as she was not expecting him. If she did not know any better, she would have thought that the force itself was playing tricks on her. She knew it was not though, she knew Kahn's presence when she felt it.

Still she had that funny feeling. Something was different about him. Kahn just was not Kahn, she could not pinpoint it.

He seemed a bit out of place, somehow. She stopped dwelling on that matter and went to thinking of why he could be here. Perhaps he was on a mission, visiting. Though the more she thought, it did not really matter why he was here, just that he was here and that she would get to see him again.

She began to think about if she should leave his home, or stay. She came here often, just to check up on things when Kahn was gone. Now she was torn, beside herself a bit.

Should she go looking for him or wait for him here?

I'll wait...

He always stopped by his home, usually, no matter what. He liked to check up on matters as well. Kahn would most likely find that she was here anyway, all he had to do was search for her....

As the Jedi Knight entered the cantina, he reached out carefully via the Force, mentally searching the planet for Hanna. The location surprised him: his home away from home, the place Hanna had given to him for his stays on Tatooine. Why would she be there? Not that he was angry, but it did make him curious. He wished things were different between them, wished it with all his heart. Maybe Hanna was beginning to feel the same way? Well, he'd visit her later on. Maybe she was part of his search; maybe even the answer to it.

The prescence of the Dark Side jerked Kahn's thoughts on Hanna to the being sitting next to him. He recognized it immidiately: Malice. How could he forget his one-time best friend's Force prescence? The Jedi glanced around, noting that Koriban was asking the bartender about something, and that no one else seemed to have given the 2 travelers much notice. He turned to Malice, keeping his face blank and his tone neutral.

"Hey buddy, long time no see."