The Rebel Faction

The lamba shuttle, why anyone would have it as the transport of choice for thier fleet, Dr Mixenhine would never know.

Nevertheless, the apparantly second-class starship had to do. As long as it got him there he didnt really care. He just hoped the monstrosity of modern engineering wouldn't break apart upon landing.


The agitated Doctor peered up from his seat towards the cockpit.

"Pilot, how long till we reach the planet."

"Not longer Doctor, we're coming out of hyperspace above Lok now." chuckled the pilot.

"Hmmm, now all I can do is pray that you dont crash this wretched vessel into the surface spreading my atoms across the planet."

Hmm, that idea intrigued him, splattering one's atoms. Possibly the idea for his next design.

Enough of this dilly dallying he thought. He was here for a mission, his first actual mission, and here he was thinking that the chiss government hired him to tinker with machines . . . at least there he was in his element. There was something decidedly alien about this whole going on missions thing. It simply didnt sit with the Doctor.

Like a twitching rabbit, he looked through the polyplex window and down onto the round orange orb that was Lok. It cast a humid glow into the cabin, causing the doctor to wince and turn away.

Doctor Floggle reached into his napsack and pulled out a silver tube of sun lotion. Squeezing out a sizeable amount, he applied the cream vigourously to his nose and forehead.

The glancing cabin crew could barely hold back thier giggles as the doctor went from a pale pink to a colour resembling that of the trees of Endor.

He began to fidget with various items from his bag, making sure everything was in perfect working order . . . pens, instruments, a camera, all going through last minute checks so as they wouldnt fail him on the field.

The fidgeting began to grow into a small shiver on his right hand, then into a spasm, his left hand shot over to steady his right, and he cleanched his teeth, putting his hand into his coat as to hide it from the rest of the crew.

He looked nervously back to the window, now noticing that the shuttle had broken through the atmosphere and was heading down to what would become his home for God knows how long . . .

To say she was not pleased was an understatement.

Laran's foul mood was evident on her face -marred with a severly bruised eye and split lip - as she disembarked the transport ship and into the steril Compound. Her normal confident, even stride was interupted with a limp and her right arm was held securely inside a gel splint.

As she moved through the corridors she came across a human technitian and grabbed him by the collar with her working hand. " Where is Floggle?"

With a shaking hand the technitian pointed down the hall. " Th- the Doctor is in Laboraty 3A. D- down the hall and to your right."

Pushing the Human out of her way she stormed - and limped - down the hall to the Lab and without notice to the man inside she entered the lab.

" I am not your errand girl, Floggle!" She closed the distance between them quickly. " Do you have any idea the number of men I lost getting your specimens for you?! 300 Wookies, alive and in good condition."

She was seething with rage pushed him up against the glass of the chamber he stood in front of, holding him there with her hand. " Seven of my agents were torn apart getting you your Wookies. You've got thirty seconds to tell me why I shouldn't take that out of your hide!"

Her crimson eyes narrowed and a wolfish grin played across her lips. " Are you threatening me, Doctor?" Laran smoothed out his lab coat, the smile never faltering as she took a step back. Dr. Mixenhine began to relax and as he started to turn she lashed out.

Her fist struck hard and fast, stirking across the side of his face with the back of her hand and driving him to the floor. With her good hand she grabbed the Human around the throat and slammed him against the glass, sending a spiderweb of cracks spreading out from where his head connected.

" It is obvious you do not know who you are addressing," Laran hissed, lifting his feet off the floor. " I do not take lightly to threats. You are fortunate that the Admiral still has use for you, else you would be bleeding from ever orriface of your body."

Satisfied her point had been made, Laran let him fall at her feet. " Do as you please with the Wookies, just do not forget who it is you work for and how percarious your position is Human."

"The results are most encouraging." Said Floggle, wincing through the pain. "I've managed to increase the overall bio matter conversion rate by point nine percent, producing an even more impressive effect than the trade federation had ever managed to produce."


Floggle hobbled over to a desk near the punctured test chamber and fumbled through some buttons on a control panel.

"Ahh found it!." He proclaimed, pressing a switch bringing down a large vidscreen from the ceiling, which began to run the test footage from the earlier experiment.

Both the scientist's eyes filled with fascination as the weapon did its work.

"Marvellous, simply marvellous." Exclaimed Tobal.

"I have order that construction begin on the prototype delivery system right away, then we can begin official field testing.

However, for the time being, the main test is ready."

"You have the wookies?" Enquired Hadul.

Floggle shot a glance to Laran, while rubbing the bruise on his head, then glanced back to Tobal. "Yes, I requested they be moved into the main test chamber as we speak. The final stages should be finished now . . .shall we?" Said the doctor, motioning towards the lab door.

"Lead the way Mixenhine," Said the wheelchair-bound scientist, "lead the way."


The doctor strode one, with Tobal in tow, and cocked a sneer at Laran, which merged into a painful wince from a piece of plexiglass that had scarred his upper lip.


Bide your time Mixenhine, she can wait for hers, and believe me, she'll get it . . .get it good. . .

The main test room lit up, in a brilliant white, flooding the room.

In the centre stood a long cylindrical shaft, approximately a foot in diameter, which descended from the roof, down through the plate glass below into the test chamber holding the wookies.


Floggle turned to Tobal and spoke.

"Everything appears ready, I'm commencing with the live feed to Mr Xilen's office." He said, turning to pass Laran. "At least there's one chiss that can see the importance of this project." he muttered, just out of earshot.


"Are we live?"

A crewman nodded in return.

"Good, activate the test cycle."

A siren activated in the chamber below, and an orange beacon flashed on and off, causing the three hundred strong crowd of wookies to become quite agitated.

A whiring could be heard, and slowly but surely a glowing element dropped down inside the centre shaft and into the test chamber below.

"Goggles please."

The small vile of green dust cracked onto the floor and spilled out, and quickly started to fizzle, then glow, then it exploded into a bright lime shockwave that consumed the chamber below.


Then it was gone.



"You can remove you're goggles now. "


As the patron's surrounding the cheerful Doctor Mixenhine removed thier protective eyewear, they gazed into the test chamber in amazement.

The chamber was now empty, not a single wookie hair had been left.

A small round of appluase went up from the staff around, as Floggle turned to one of the camera's mounted on the wall.

"I present to you, the mark two Chiss Hex chemical weapon."