The Rebel Faction

Amalia returned her own smile, though not at its best, she was still encouraged to smile nonetheless.

"Very well, I Thank You."

She slowly stood up and bowed to Kahn.

"I'm afraid I do have to bid you a farewell for the night. If you'd like, I'll walk back home with you, my home is just near yours...."

"..Besides, I don't think it wise to walk alone at such a very late hour as this, and I'd really not like to walk home all alone."

"Quite alright, right now, he knows no difference in the force. He knows bad and good, but he treats every force user the same. As he should...I just wish he were a little more cautious when it came to Sith and just more cautious in general.."

She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her Jedi robes.

"He is due to see his father again soon, I dred sending him to see Malice though. He knows not to cause any harm to him, or else his visitation will be taken from him, but I am concerned that he'll want to convert Lono over to the Darkside..."


"I want Lono to discover his true calling for himself. To find his place on his own, without influencing him to turn to whichever side his parents see fit, I want him to choose for himself."

"He's three, but he'll be four in less than six months from now."

She smiled, thinking about how far Lono had come at such a young age.

"He knows a lot for a little boy his age."

The two had stopped for a moment while they talked and Amalia turned back around to walk forward, the smile still remaining on her face.

"He reminds me of you in some ways, I don't know why, but he does."

Maybe that was because she had watched Kahn, watched him grow. Some of the things Lono did, it brought back memories of Kahn and how he was as a young boy. He reminded her of Lono in a way.


Kahn's home soon came into view...

Amalia sent him a force message before leaving.

They are not mistakes, just learning experiences, experiences that we improve upon.

She headed home for the night, hoping that tomorrow would bring her a better day.

OOC: You'll have to ask Gash.

IC: The Next Morning..

Amalia, unlike most mornings, had risen from bed early. She was anxious to begin her day. Today, though finding it hard to believe, the order would decide Amalia's fate. If they did not accept her back, well then, Amalia did not know what she would do. The order was really all she knew.

She quickly got dressed, wasted no time in eating her morning meal, and then set off for Kahn's house. She wondered silently to herself just what would come of this day.