The Rebel Faction

"Come with me Amanda," Poreon hissed as he rushed out of the bridge room. At a fast jog, he made his way through the secret passageways and annexes of the Capital Ship in mere minutes, Amanda following closely behind. The two entered a turbolift that would take them directly to the hangar bays. In short turbolift trip, Poreon explained what little he knew of the situation.

"Something's happened to our comrades on the ground. We have to rescue them." Poreon concluded as the twin doors of the lift slid open, revealing TIE Interceptor Squadrons and stockfreighters.

"We'll take the YT-5700... it's the fastest and our best option." Poreon explained as he raced up the boarding ramp and began cold starting the 77 meter ship. "Got your lightsaber?" said Poreon, winking at Amanda.

As Zeta continued to walk silently with the rest of his comrades in the royal Noghri home, he felt a presence speak to him, one that he recognized well, it was Master Poreon. He did not communicate with him, not sure if doing such an action would make him be discovered somehow, he knew not if the commandos near by were force sensative or not, he didn't want to find out either. So instead he closed off his force presence for a small moment, signifying that he had heard Master Poreon. Hopefully Poreon would understand such odd behavior from Zeta, and understand his reasoning for doing it. After a moment or two he unblocked his force presence from Poreon and waited. If their was to be any communicating at all between the other Naboo Sith Order members, Zeta would not be the one to do it, at least not without being mindful, something Master Snack had always taught him to do.

Besides, now it seemed Zeta had other things on his mind other than communications. The group suddenly seemed to stop, moving into a large room of sorts, a very empty room at that. Nothing existed in the room except for a large table and several chairs. Zeta turned to look behind him and as he did so, he saw the two large double doors the group had entered through to get into the room, slam shut quickly behind him. He quickly turned back around and waited, his eyes resting to look upon the large brown table that was centered in the middle of the room.

Chikami still relatively new to the force only feels a slight tremor instead of the recognizable voice of Poreon. Not realy knowing what happened he ignores the tremor, but decides to be more careful of force signatures from here on out.

Entering the room full of chairs and having the doors slammed shut behind them Chikami begins to wonder <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Whats going on here, and what was that strange tremor in the force." <!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Noticing the noble Noghri enter Chikami abandons all thoughts and quickly returns to the present. Chikami sits when one of the nobles motioned the sith to sit.

Sitting slowly Chikami watched both the Noghri and his fellow sith waiting for something to happen.

After the Noghri had finished speaking, Zeta's mood had changed, though it was unseen. he was the first to speak up on the matter at hand.

"Fear has no place here..We are cautious, Brackilish, caurious and mindful, not because we need to be but because we have learned to be that way. You do the same, I'm sure..."

He paused, watching Brackilish's reflection through the window. His own facial features were impassive, and Zeta could not gather anything from him. He continued on.

"You assume we have nothing to offer you, Brackilish, however, we would not be here if we thought otherwise. We do not believe in wasting any of our own time, nor yours. We do indeed have something to offer you, Brackilish, in fact...I invite you, Brackilish, to come see just what it is we have to offer...If it is not to your liking, well then, we'll gladly be on our way."

Zeta's words were honest, no lies were held within them. He had kept his gaze on Brackilish the entire time as he spoke, his voice never wavering. His own eyes held truth. He did not know what Brackilish had seen though.

Chikami not wanting to mess anything up at this point decides not to speak on the matter. He decides to keep silent and see how the situation plays out before comitting to any sort of action that was not already spoken of by his brethren.