The Rebel Faction

The Graveyard



Ahnk, Neela and Dram were sitting around a table aboard a star destroyer that happened to be nearby when they arrived.


A new class, thought Ahnk. The vessel was not as large as your typical Imperator but it had differences that the usual Imperial warships lacked. Gone was the bridge protrusion at the back and gone were the blisters of weaponry. In fact, from the outside the ship looked positively unarmed. But it was Imperial and, as a rule, Imperials did not fly around on unarmed ships.


So, what sort of ship was this?


The technical part of his mind wanted to ask the Captain about the ship but found it hard to voice his questions as the multitudes of lifeless eyes staring at him through the expanse of the viewport seemed to subconciously demand attention.


"What the hell," started Neela, pointing outside, "are those?"


The Captain was turning the card that the Prelate had given the group over in her hands as if wondering what to do with them. Her eyes went from the card to the viewport and Ahnk wondered if she was looking to the creature for strength or just confirmation that it was, in fact, dead. The mere gesture chilled him.


"They are known as the Blood," the Captain finally replied matter-of-factly. "They invaded our space a few years ago and were stopped by only the narrowest of margins."


"Where did they come from?" Ahnk asked realizing that he had not heard or seen anything quite like the creatures floating about outside.


"That is a matter of some debate among those scientists who know of the circumstances," the Captain replied. "A rip, for lack of a better term, opened in space close to the Belkadan System but where the other side of that rip lead was anyone's guess. Those that crossed over from the other side of that rip were not really talkative about their origins as they wiped away Belkadan's defenses and the Blood were not very forthcoming either."


"So someone else came through?" Ahnk wanted confirmation. "A warning?" There were some nomadic peoples that traveled space as primitives crossed land and a danger in space (just as on land) could force those nomads in directions they were unfamiliar spreading word of the danger trailing them. The "Wandering Ones" or "Wandering Ryn" came to mind.


When he remarked on this, however, the Captain smiled grimly. "Oh, they spread word alright. Just not in the way you would imagine."


"What do you mean?" Mr. Dram asked, moving his repulsor a little closer.


"The first to cross over called themselves: Themiens." She paused looking at each of them but the name meant nothing to Ahnk and his company.


The Captain sighed, "In any event, the Themiens attacked and pretty much conquered Belkadan and the outlying areas. However, that is where their conquest stopped."


"Due to the brave men and women of the Imperial Navy, no doubt!" exclaimed Neela giving a little gesture that Ahnk could only interpret as "hell, yeah!"


"No doubt," the Captain murmured dryly confusing Neela and causing a slight chuckle out of Mr. Dram.


"By staying close to their rip in space," Ahnk answered seeing Neela's confused expression, "these Themiens also stayed close to their supply lines and base of operations, presumably, on the other side."


"You've a military mind, Mr. Rashanogok", the Captain complimented and Ahnk inclined his head in response.


"How come INS did not hear about it?" Neela asked. When Mr. Dram turned to stare at her, she said defensively, "Usually when the Empire triumphs, most people's second call is to INS to brag about their achievements."


"Second call?"


"Well, the first is to their immediate superior to angle for a promotion," Neela grinned.


"Simon Kaine ordered a complete blackout of the events as they were happening. He felt that the knowledge of the invasion may prompt our enemies towards unwise enterprises." the Captain answered.


"Kaine was worried your Empire would fall." Ahnk mused.


"Kaine was worried that such enterprises would weaken the Belkaden defense and the galaxy would be overrun with the Blood." the Captain replied, not rising to the bait.


"But he did not know about the Blood at first. You said these..these.. THemiens invaded and captured Belkaden," Neela broke in again hoping to find some solid ground to rest her falling reputation.


"Standard procedure," Mr. Dram, who had once commanded a Torpedo Sphere, remarked. "Blackout the offending system. Everyone always jams transmissions to limit the enemy's ability to communicate."


"It all started rather ordinary enough," the Captain started to comment. How attacks and acts of destruction could be considered 'oridinary enough' by the Imperial Captain left Ahnk to wonder about the Imperial mindset. "It was reported as an attack on Belkadan by persons unknown and so the standard system defense fleet was thought to be sufficient. The system was in blackout so Command thought nothing more of it until, after a few days, the blackout was not lifted. So, the region defense ships were sent in. It was not until after their defeat that we knew something out of the ordinary was involved. Granted that far out, the regional fleet would not be large but, even so, it was thought to be overkill as the number of enemy warships first reported was relatively small. I am talking two to four vessels. When
Command heard from the remnants of the regional fleet, the count was five vessels about half the size of an Imperator."


Ahnk frowned, "But no word as to the rip in space?"


The Captain shook her head, "No. The Imperial leaders of the defending ships put more emphasis on the attack on Belkaden than on where the attacks were coming from. We are conditioned to worry about the problem first rather than the cause of the problem."


"Except, in this case, the cause was also the problem," Mr. Dram concluded and the Captain nodded.


"The fact that the defense units were lost to so low a number of attackers was either evidence of some massive ineptitude on the part of ourselves or something special regarding the attackers. Given the state of affairs between the Empire, the Imperium and the Coalition, Kaine personally went in to shore up the sector fully prepared to execute and replace those he found lacking. What we found instead was a planet guarded by ten enemy warships, about half the size of an Imperator and troop carriers coming through the rip towards Belkaden. Whatever the method of the enemy troops gathering, they were deployed from a staging area right inside the rip straight to the planet."


"That left their capital warships to provide a screen," Ahnk pointed out.


"And they did. Very effectively. What we did not realize was that these vessels were special, even in their own universe or dimension or whatever was on the other side of that rip. Our weapons had little to no effect against their armor and their weapons cut through us like we had none. It was surprising and it was devestating."


"And this invincibility was attributed too?"


"The fact that their ships were constructed with materials, elements found indigenous to their universe. That and their subsequent interaction with our weapons principles in this universe," the Captain shrugged. "As it was explained to me by people smarter than I, all materials and elements inherent to our universe function and interact as determined by the laws that make up this universe. The same can be said of other universes."


"But, wouldn't some laws be constant between these universes?" Neela blurted out. Ahnk was surprised. Evidently INS reporters used their minds at times.


"Some probably would," The Captain acknowledged. "The Themiens had ships that flew around in space like we did after all."


"But built along different principles, with exotic or unfamiliar materials and elements," Ahnk interrupted. "Different combinations to produce different types of energies..." he mused.


"All with devestating effects," Mr. Dram remarked.


"So what happened?" Neela asked. "And when did the Blood burst through?"


"Quite honestly, we aren't sure." The Captain admitted. "When Simon Kaine arrived on the scene, he acted against the only weakness these Themiens seemed to have."


Ahnk grinned, "Their numbers."


"Exactly. With ten warships, you can effectively cover most approaches to the planet from capital ships but fighters would be a problem. The Themiens did not seem to utilize fighter craft though they were not totally unfamiliar with the concept. They had some weaponry designed to be used against single-manned craft. They also did not seem to have droids but that is neither here nor there. So Kaine used fighters to slip into Belkadan and try to organize resistance."


"Did he get much success?" Ahnk asked wondering how the Belkadans themselves would feel about their Themien overlords. Or were they overlords? They may have been liberators for all he knew.


"Not much. Small pockets seemed stay active. As they grew to a certain size, Kaine would ship in weapons and supplies with these fighter runs but, when he would get back to them they would be gone. Eliminated or destroyed or just gone over to the Themien side. Only the smaller groups seemed offer any type of consistent resistance."


"Is it any wonder that some would welcome these Themiens as liberators?" Ahnk put his thoughts to voice.


The Captain smiled ruefully. "I know what you are getting at and, I suppose, it is possible. But I don't think so. Simon Kaine was very aware of public sentiment and under his watch, he kept the people comfortable. In line, but comfortable. It is very rare for someone to chance his life on something if he is comfortable. But, even more than that, in the case of Belkadan, even some of our officers and fighter pilots changed sides. It was perplexing and it started happening when Kaine directed his capital warships against system-wide targets. If the Themiens wanted to secure the system, they had to move more of their limited fleet away from Belkadan."


"Which opened up more holes in their defense," Dram interjected.


"Kaine felt the more their limited fleet could be spread out, the better the chances of overwhelming one. And it worked with one ship. Completely obliterated it. But, it was after that incident that some of our own soldiers started to inexplicably change sides."


"And here I thought everyone was a Kaine loyalist," smirked the Jedi Master.


"Now you know why I said 'inexplicably'," the Captain retorted.


"External?" Ahnk frowned. While the Force allowed one to sway another's mind, the rule of thumb depended on one's ability in the Force and the other's weakness of mind. It was not point your finger at someone and suddenly have then dance to your tune.


"And now you know how we found the Blood," the Captain started. "We found a pattern to where our people were turning and so we mounted an assault which is how we found the Blood. Even then, when we first found them, we did not realize the true extent of the danger they posed. They seemed like animals at first. Creatures to be killed without a second thought.

Creatures of various sizes and even with slight physical differences but, more or less, similar as they all seemed to congregate together."


"What was the nature of these creatures?"


The Captain smiled grimly, "Massive psyonic abilities. Telekenesis and things of that nature."


"So what made you think these creatures were from the other side? For that matter, what made you think they called themselves the 'Blood'?" Neela asked perplexed.


"The fact that the Themiens seemed to know about them and from what we gathered from them directly."


"They spoke to you?" Neela started with surprise, glaring at the eyes outside the port as if expecting one of the cadavers to suddenly up and start speaking.


"Perhaps, I should have said indirectly," the Captain amended. "We spoke to those under their control. Some of whom were former Imperial soldiers. In any event, the Themiens seemed afraid of them, at least those that acknowledged them."


"You mean some did not? Acknowledge their presence?" Mr. Dram asked.


"Some even their existence," the Imperial Captain replied. "In the end, Kaine's strategy changed and all the forces under his command were tasked with one objective. To mend the rip in space."


"And how did he do that?" Ahnk demanded. "You can't just grab a scientist and show him something and say, 'do this or that'! Believe me, I have tried on numerous occassions to do that very thing. It takes time. Time to learn, to understand, to experiment..."


"It took almost a year," the Captain informed them.


"So how did you keep a war with these monsters quiet for nearly a year? Even communications blackouts are that effective after a time!" Ahnk snapped.


"Quite simply, we took the war to them," the Captain stated matter-of-factly. "Kaine took a force and crossed over leaving behind those with the task of closing the rip. I daresay the effects we felt from the Themien equipment crossing over to us they felt with us crossing over to them. Our weapons became much more frighteningly devastating. However, we also found the Blood more numerous than what we imagined and, in the end, the Themiens were forgotten as our focus became more and more against the onslaught of the Blood. To this day, I wonder whatever became of the Themiens after the rip was closed."


Her eyes darkened. "And I wonder what would have happened to us if the rip was never healed."

After returning the pass back to the scientist-turned-Citadel priest, Ahnk and his crew turned their attention to smoking out where the Aridian System was located.  It seemed that no one had ever heard of it.
 
Ahnk had to stop and reflect on that. 
 
How many worlds were out there that were basically throw-away planets not found on any common galactic map?  He had a few such places in his own private data-base with a few hidden facilities, most notably, his cloning facilities. 
 
How many hidden facilities had he simply forgotten about?
 
The galaxy was a big place after all.
 
Neela was on the comms chatting with her home office contact getting caught up on all the Imperial Center flim-flammery that constituted news to those masses while reaching out to grasp at straws.
 
Ahnk looked at his consumable storage and found them at half capacity.  He grumbled about how a half-man and a skinny INS woman could eat like pregnant banthas but he realized, if he was being generous,  that the Jedi he had taken to Onyx had also played a part.  The Cree’Ar had not seen fit to keep their captives well fed.
 
Still, he did not feel like being generous and so laid the blame at Mr. Dram’s feet  or, rather, at his repulsor-lift.
 
He was about to remark on the half-man’s eating habits when Neela signed off and heaved a dramatic sigh.  Ahnk’s eyes narrowed.  For a woman, Neela was about a subtle as a Star Destroyer.
 
Mr. Dram, though, nibbled at the bait.
 
“What is it?” he asked, turning his lift towards her.
 
“There is only one person who may know where the Aridia Cluster is,” she replied after holding her breath to increase tension.  It was like having a small nugget of gossip.  She struggled with the desire to share it immediately to get the immediate satisfaction of people’s reaction and wanting to hold it in to keep the attention on her for as long as possible.
 
“Did he send you the map?” Ahnk asked bluntly popping her bubble.
 
She frowned.
 
“The person I asked did not know.  He did, however, tell me who might,” she clarified.
 
“And you contacted this person and they sent you the map?” Ahnk persisted.
 
“What?  No.  He does not know me!”
 
Ahnk sighed.  “The holonet is rather expensive now with the Reavers trashing the network and with the war and all.  You spent enough credits to buy your own ship.”
 
“What?  Why would I do that?” Neela asked confused.  “Oh, I know it is expensive.  That’s why I tried to download my inbox updates all at once.  Saved me a pretty penny, eh?  Not bad, if I say so myself!”
 
 
Several thoughts entered the former Sith Master’s mind at once and after a few moments, he simply asked, “So who are we looking for?”
 
Neela grinned.  “Grand Moff Gutt!”
 
 
*
 
 
Gyndine Compact
 
Gyndine
 
 
 
Seated upon a raised chair overlooking the hall was a rather rotund man with a bored expression.  His fingers rummaged through the stainless steel bowl next to him and pulled out a piece of greasy fruit.  The small orb disappeared into the man’s mouth, the slurping noise only drowned out by the cries of the kneeling fellow below him.
 
Mr. Dram, Neela and Ahnk were awaiting their turn and Ahnk realized why the line to see this overlord was so small. 
 
The kneeling man was trying to give reasons as to why he could not pay his debts but they could see the story was having no effect on the Moff.
 
He started sucking the fruit juice from his stubby fingers one at a time as the kneeling man continued.  At long last, he wiped his greasy fingers on his lapel and finally stared down at the man.
 
“I have heard your story and am not impressed.   Our glorious Emperor has requested his due taxes and taxes are the lifeblood of government.  My own modest local tax rate helps keep the schools open.  So tell me, why should I spare you and hurt the children?”
 
“But.. the schools have been closed since..” the kneeling man replied confused when the Moff stood up enraged.
 
“Silence!  Take him away and seize his property.  If it is not enough, sell his family!”
 
Another skinny man who was standing off to the side wearing a Captain’s uniform that was wrinkled snapped his fingers and two stormtroopers came forward from the ranks lining either side of the hall to take the man away.
 
“Captain Yatta, who is next?”
 
“Um… “ the Captain looked down at his report and, not finding what he was looking for, looked up and motioned for the next in line to come forward.
 
Neela strode forward, “Neela, INS. Imperial Center!” she introduced.  Ahnk and Mr. Dram stayed back in line not wanting to draw attention to themselves.
 
Ortho Gutt looked down at Captain Yatta who shrugged and motioned her forward.  She moved closer to the bottom step and stood straight waiting.
 
It seemed the Moff was waiting as well and Neela’s confident expression seemed to grow to confusion.
 
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Ortho half burped out a question, “What can I do for INS?”
 
“I am looking to enlist your aid in finding Simon Kaine.  I was told..”
 
It took all of Ahnk’s self-control not to force-choke Neela to death. 
 
Stupid girl!
 
“Simon Kaine!” Gutt's glazed eyes suddenly sharpened and he peered at the INS reporter as if seeing her for the first time.
 
“What do you want with Simon Kaine?”
 
Neela frowned.  “I am looking for him,” she replied as if it was self -evident.
 
“Obviously!” barked Ortho, sending spittle down the steps.  Captain Yatta seemed to giggle a little at the outburst.
 
Before he could continue a loud voice intruded into the hall.
 
“My dear Grand Moff Gutt!  However do you fair?” boomed an exuberant question.
 
Ahnk  was one of the many that turned towards the voice.
 
“Thracken, you old dog!  How did you slip past my screens?” Gutt shouted back.  He shuffled to his feet and started to descend.  He went as far as Neela, placing a wet, meaty hand on Neela’s shoulder turning her to the newcomer, placing himself squarely behind her, his other hand resting on her hip.
 
Neela might have said something but as soon as she was turned to face the newcomer, she saw he was not alone.  Two large, armored looking soldiers flanked the human, one holding a chain to a collared creature.
 
“What is that?” Gutt asked, nodding towards the creature.
 
“A gift, oh Glorious One!” Thracken replied, gesturing to the creature.   “In these treacherous times, one can never be too careful.  This creature is a gift from the Dominion and will serve you well.”
 
Neela heard Ortho swallow behind her and heard his nostrils breath in and out heavily.   It made the small hairs on the back of her neck crawl.
 
“What does it do?” Ortho trying to mask an effort to keep his voice from cracking.
 
“Why it sniffs out force users, of course!” Thracken replied, almost gleefully.
 
Neela’s eyes darted to Ahnk and Mr. Dram turned his head to stare up at Ahnk.  Ahnk’s features did not so much as twitch in exasperation at his companion's seeming transparency.
 
Amazingly, enough the creature’s attention was directed to a group of people on the opposite side of the hall.  It’s neck flared and it suddenly gave out a high-pitched scream and a ripple of fear moved through the group.
 
One person darted out of the crowd and Captain Yatta barked an order for the troopers in the hall to apprehend the runner.
 
There was no place to hide and it seemed the young man did not have a lightsaber.  He was captured rather quickly and brought before the Moff who was still gripping Neela.
 
“I… I thought the Empire was a safe haven for force users,” she stammered.  “Didn’t the Emperor say..”
 
The man Thracken smiled and nodded.  “Of course.  Grand Moff, do you know this man?”
 
Ortho stared at the young man and saw the pleading in his eyes.  His gaze then shifted to Thracken whose own expression was one of hunger.
 
“I do not know this man,” the Moff replied.
 
Thracken’s smile widened and he turned his gaze to Neela.   “Well, my dear.  It seems this man was not seeking asylum but is a spy against the Grand Moff.  We would be glad to take him off your hands.”
 
The comment was not exactly seeking permission.
 
Ortho swallowed again as his mind raced.
 
“The Dominion has no plans for the force users under your charge…” Thracken added.   There was an implied yet in there somewhere and Ortho lost his nerve.
 
“He’s yours, Thracken.  I appreciate the help!” he answered rather jovially masking his beating heart.  He turned to glower at Captain Yatta as if the young man’s attendance was somehow his fault.
 
“I was hoping to arrange a meeting,” Thracken stated and Ortho’s grip on Neela tightened.
 
“Maybe later, Thracken.  I have… a date.”  He moved his hand from Neela’s hip to her rump and Neela’s eyes widened in surprise.
 
Thracken’s eyes narrowed and looked as if to examine Neela.
 
“A little plain for your tastes isn’t she?”
 
Before Neela could react with indignation, Ortho’s arms wrapped around her and held her tight as if holding her would protect him.
 
Thracken laughed and turned away.  “I shall await your pleasure, Grand Moff.”   The armored giants plowed after the man as he made his exit.  Before they left the hall, one of the armored guards handed the chain of the creature to a stormtrooper without a word.
 
Ortho whispered hoarsely, “Come, my dear.  Let us discuss this in private…”
 
“She is with us..” Mr. Dram spoke up and the Grand Moff noticed Neela’s companions for the first time.  He was about to dismiss Mr. Dram but one glance at Ahnk stopped the words.
 
“...I am sure your friends would love the hospitality of my ship while we play our little game.” He whispered into her ear.
 
She was starting to realize why there were not many people in attendance.  No one wanted to be noticed by this man.
 
Ortho sloppily inhaled his drool as he gazed at the back of her neck.  As Neela started to tremble, he stuck his tongue out and licked her neck’s length.
 
“Come!  All!  Up to my ship!” he announced.  “These are my honored guests!”
This post was edited by Omnae (12:28pm 28/05/15, 10 years ago)

Aboard the ISD Predator
 
“Skinny bitch,” murmured Ortho as he started to unbutton his uniform.  It had become quite restrictive and had hampered the swing of his arm, he was thinking.
 
Neela was on her knees dazed, tasting copper in her mouth.
 
She felt a hand grab a fistful of hair and suddenly she was being dragged up.  Suddenly, her fear turned to anger and her hand wrapped around something heavy.  Mustering what strength she could, she violently twisted around causing some hair to rip against his grip sending darts of pain all over her head.
 
 
*Thwack!*
 
 
The heavy object connected to Ortho’s temple knocking the stocky man out cold.
 
 
 
*Thud!*
 
 
Neela was heaving breath in and out as she stared at the unconscious Moff and in a burst of hatred, she started hitting the man with the object still in her hand.
 
 
“You!”
 
 
“Will!”
 
 
“Show!”
 
 
“Women!”
 
 
“Respect!”
 
 
 
The door opened and both troopers walked into the scene.   Neela stumbled backwards dropping the object and fell into the Moff’s gargantuan bed.
 
“I… I… didn’t mean to kill him,” she stammered, the enormity of her crime flooding into her mind.
 
One trooper leveled his blaster at her while the other bent over to check the Moff.
 
“Is he dead?” asked the Trooper with the blaster.
 
“No.  There is a pulse.” The other replied. 
 
“The Moff is going to want her dead, though.”  He continued straightening up.
 
“Pity,” the trooper with the blaster remarked.
 
“I guess.  A little skinny for my tastes.” The other trooper turned around to contact the ship’s medical staff when he suddenly crumpled to the ground.
 
Neela’s mouth gaped open as she saw the one stormtrooper stun the other.  He stared at his partner for a while and then turned to look at Neela.
 
He lifted his helmet and stared at her with piercing gray eyes.
 
 
“My name is Luke Skywalker and I am here to rescue you..”

Leaving the Gyndine Compact

“Son of a bitch!”  Ahnk’s fist slammed into the consol as Sihoyguwa entered stealth mode and started to slip away from the system.
 
“The one man that could actually be of help and dippy over here loses him!” Ahnk thumbed a rude gesture Neela’s way and she put her hands on her hips in anger.
 
“Now wait a minute!  I did not lose him!  He left me and was gone before you opened the door!” she snapped back.
 
Ahnk was not one to lose a ground on a good growl and he was due a good growl.  “Does every man flee the other way with you?” he growled.
 
“Now that’s not bloody fair!” Neela shouted back, hands still on hips. 
 
“And while we are at it, what the hell were you thinking mentioning Simon Kaine in that crowd!?  Why didn’t you just ask them to send a signal to Coruscant while you were at it and ask the Cree’Ar if they had seen him around and maybe had come up with a plan to killing them?”
 
Neela was breathing heavy as Ahnk stood up and noisily banged around on his way to the Mess.  “What was I supposed to say?” she demanded.  “It was the truth!”
 
“You work for INS!  You lie for a living!” Ahnk snapped back looking for a bottle of liquor.
 
“I have never lied on a story in my life!  I report what I am told!” Neela stated tears welling up in her eyes.
 
The Jedi Master rolled his eyes at the contradiction. 
 
“How was I supposed to know he would turn out to be a sadistic rape…. Rape… rapist!” she had broken down now and was sobbing, her shoulders shaking at the emotions welling up from the memory.
 
Ahnk’s eyes were smoldering coals and when he turned, aiming his anger towards her to retort, he suddenly felt the tendrils of genuine confusion in her.  Here was a woman who lived in her own world not understanding that the rest of the galaxy did not fit inside.  He felt no deceit from her and while he felt it a product of stupidity on some level, it was probably more that she was just an innocent.
 
“The galaxy, the Empire… is not a nice place.” He finally whispered to her as he sat down opening a bottle he had found at the back of a cabinet.
 
Neela stood there shaking and quietly crying while Ahnk poured himself a drink and after a while, pushed the glass towards her.  Crying women always seemed to take the heat out of his anger which frustrated him to no end.
 
Neela slid down into a chair, reached out and took the glass sipping the alcohol.
 
They sat there quietly for a time when Mr. Dram’s repulser-lift banged against a wall as he tried to maneuver into the Mess.
 
“You two have got to see this…” he started.  He had been working with the data crystal the man Ciscero had given to Neela.
 
He showed them a datapad and Neela sniffed, sipped some more and scooted closer to Ahnk to get a better view.
 
It was a partial message from Supreme Commander Kaine:
 
Director,
 
Sometimes the goal was destroying your fellow enemy.

Sometimes the goal was destroying an idea.

And sometimes...

Sometimes the goal was to lose. To manipulate your enemy on a grand scale. To shape their thoughts and their creature comforts. To bring validation to their propaganda.
 
 
“What does it mean?” Neela sniffed.
 
Ahnk stared at the transmission for a bit and then turned to Mr. Dram.  “Do you know where Director Isard can be found?”
 
Mr. Dram grinned.