The Rebel Faction

The sun was shining brightly, and I could feel it on my skin, warming and loving. I smiled, and looked up at the blue sky. in the distance I could hear the waves washing onto the shore and then dragging back against the rocks. A droplet landed on my face. I laughed, carefree and happy. This was what I wanted. The droplets continued, wetting my face. I sat up, and saw that the waves were raising towards me. I opened my mouth to scream--

My eyes snapped open, and I felt the bacta all over my body. The wires were hooked into my arms and legs, and the bacta flooded my mouth. I coughed once under the bacta, and then the bacta surged into my mouth even more, causing the coughing to increase.

I was drowning.

I felt the cold floor under my arms, and the pain in my lungs was amazingly impressive. I coughed hard, bringing up the thoick bacta onto the towel. I rolled onto my back, the towel covering my waist down. I looked up at the blurring lights on the ceiling, and blinked hard trying to wash it out of my mind and come to.

"K-K-Kam-m-o-on?"

I coughed again, and trioed to get up, but slipped on the bacta on the floor. I fell back down, hard, but tried again, this time at least getting into a seating position. I leaned forward, and held my face in my hands.

Here it comes....

My eyes burned as the remains of the bacta evaporated from them. the droid came over, and wiped down the bacta off my body into a tube.

"We cannot afford to waste this, sir." The droid's hollow voice reported.

"That's fine, it's fine." My tone was sad, but not because of the droid. I looked away from Kamon. I didn't speak as the droid finished the procedure. I stood up, in silence, and walked out of the med bay. I saw my belongings including my lightsaber, but I left them there. I had no intention of staying in the TTR

I stopped in the hall, looking over my shoulder at Prince Kamon. There was a sadness to my face, heavier then any I had ever felt,

"I don't belong here, Kamon. This is insane. You are all professionals, and trained Jedi. I am not. I am a fringe assassin, that's all I know how to do. I wasn't cut out for descent work."

"I'll think about it, until then I am going to my room to gather my things."

Taking my stuff out of Kamon's arms, I gave him one last look, and then turned and walked back to my empty room in order to pack...

...and to think.