The Rebel Faction

Luke chuckled, donning a lop-sided half grin that he'd adopted from Han, as he watched Artoo twittle around the mess hall of the Theed Jedi Base. Obviously taking in every scrap of information with that innate curiosity of his, Artoo was spinning his top-dome and location-scanning dish around wildly.

Standing up and rubbing the stubble forming on his chin, the Jedi Master stretched his aching muscles. The ride to Naboo in his T-65 X-Wing, despite being accelerated by Artoo's counterpart status with the ship, was a reminder of that the X-wing was not built for general use. Why Luke couldn't just get a shuttle, like everyone else, was explained only by the aging man's deep-seeded 'farm boy' nature...

Smiling again, he reached down, grabbing the mug of hot chocolate he'd prepared hastily and taking a sip.

EDIT: B-b-bump!

What looked like an asteroid hurdeled through space. To a passer by this looked like anything normal. It was brown with flecks of green on the surface. This asteroid was quicly moving towards the planet Naboo, as if it were somehow attached by a mystical force. However, this appearence was very decieving. The occupant inside was a dangerous foe. A foe which was yet to make himself a key figure in this universe. He was a Vong, but what made him dangerous was not that he was Vong, but the fact that he didn't believe in any Vong teachings. He was not the normal cocky Vong warrior, but a very cautious bounty hunter.

Recently, though, he had had very few assignments. He figured that he might as well see what was out there. He had heard of this planet Naboo, with it's rich vegetation and vast amount of wild creatures. He was also interested in what he had heard about the major political figures of this planet. He didn't care that they were known, but that they were political. Politicians always held grudges, and grudges were good for business. Even though under contract with an independant, he was free to roam. He figured this would give him something to do. The asteroid continued to hurdle through space.

"well, i'm doing fine. I'm hopingone of these days the jeid council will getting around to telling me i can train padawans, like you, luke."
OOC: edited the uncle out, delete the other post above this one by me, if thereare doubles

*Han smiled a half smile*

"You've had many triummphsas well, though, cousin. Also, ya know, i've been wondering, did you let Solo tamper with Artoo's voice patterns? i swear its more vulgar then it used to be."

"its jsut stress, really. Holding the NR intelligence division up on my own back is getting to me, but i'll survive."