The Rebel Faction

<font color=blue>A songbird somewhere in the forests of Naboo let out a long and clear note, the sound trilling into the silence of the landscape. The slight dampness of morning dew clung to everything as the sun's first rays bathed the horizon in a soft pink shadow.

It was a new day, a new beginning. A chance to fix mistakes, to lbe given a fresh start and a clean slate. Not many of Naboo's inhabitants were awake to witness the breathtaking scene that nature provided, but there was a lone Jedi who watched as the majesty of Naboo was revealed.

Dressed in a tan jumpsuit, the Jedi Master sat cross-legged on a patch of grass that was slightly higher than the surrounding land, giving him a vantage point to see from. The sound of his breathing was slow and rhythmic as he meditated. As his blue eyes opened to view the peaceful scene, there was a hint of some troubling emotion within the Jedi. It was a sense of mourning, a sense of grief that was difficult to pick up on the Master, except by those who knew him well.

Jedi Master Kahn stood up, his hand straying to his lightsaber on his belt. It was a simple design, clear and concise. However, there was one new change to the weapon. Running his thumb over the handle, Kahn felt the grooves of letters that had been cut into the metal. They were symbols of an old Jedi form of writing, one that was rarely used but could still be found in the Jedi Library. The first was a character for one who had been lost, and the second represented an undying love. The third was a symbol for unborn children, twins. It was Kahn's own silent tribute to Hanna Skywalker, whose ship had exploded one month ago. She had been pregnant with tow life forms that they had created together.

Although he had come a long way in the grieving process, the Jedi Master was still mourning the death of his wife. He had changed after she left his life; he had become more withdrawn and quiet. There was a tinge of sadness to his features now, and his smile wasn't as bright. But as a Jedi, Kahn had dutifully let any anger or fear that he had felt run through him, so that no potentially harmful emotions could gain a latch inside him.

It was time now, after a long leave from training Padawans and engaging in Jedi activity, for Kahn to return to his life. He had been granted time off after Hanna's death, but he felt that now he needed to be doing something, something that would make Hanna proud of him, and perhaps ease his aching heart.

Letting the pure white blade come to life with a hum, Kahn moved gracefully through an exercise, his motion fluid and sure. The blade of energy cut through the air with his sure movements, and he shut his eyes as he felt the Light Side flow through him.</font>

OOC: Open to anyone, though I would prefer that this doesn't turn into a spar if a Sith joins in.

OOC: Yes, open to anyone. Especially those who know Kahn from before, but others are welcome as well.

Ewan was about to become a Padawan and make his journey towards the lightside.He was in his StarFighter heading to a beautiful,glamarous planet called Naboo to rest.He entered the atmosphere after 4 hours of flying.He landed on the outskirts and got out and walked towards the suprises that Naboo had to show off to him.

The water shined,the grass waved in the warm calm breeze and the buildings as clean as a sheet of glass,it was paradise for anyone that took a vacation here.Ewan entered the city and walked through it,it was quiet all you could here was birds singing and the waterfall crashing down into the ground below.This is what Ewan wanted for a long time.

<font color=blue>The Force was an element that existed throughout the entire galaxy, penetrating and binding all of the life forms and inanimate objects together with one another. There were still those who dismissed both the Force and the Jedi as out-dated magicians whose tricks had lost their glamour. However, to any Force Sensative being, the Force was a very real element. It could be felt as a physical and mental touch by those who were in tune with it.

His concentration on the Light Side and his exercises, Kahn was aware of Kamon approaching before he spoke to the Master. The Force had let off gentle ripples, alerting him that another of his kind was near.

Kahn did not often make divisions between the 'pure' Jedi and the Rogue Jedi, as he believed they were stronger united than divided. Of course, he did not entirely agree with some of the Rogue Jedi philosophies, but so long as thier own actions did not interfere with his own duties, Kahn was content to let each go on his own path.

The white beam of energy retracted with a crackle, and the Jedi Master opened his eyes to turn and face Kamon, returning the greeting gesture with a slight bow of his own.

"Indeed time has passed, my friend. Too much time, perhaps."

Momentarily, the shadow of grief crossed Kahn's features. However, it disappeared quickly.

"I have had some problems with the universe, but all in all I suppose I'm beginning to re-enter life once more. How have your own journeys been?"

Adrian woke with the dawn, as he always did, and turned his head to look out the chest-high window of his room, onto the grounds of the Jedi Academy. Birds were only just now stirring in the trees, as their voices broke the silence of the night before.

Adrian sat up in bed, then pushed off his sheets and moved over to the open window, where a soft morning breeze found its way into his room. The sky was already lightened, though only slightly, and even as he watched it grew in brightness.

Despite the newness of the day, there were already people out on the grounds. Jedi who had stayed there all night, and some who had only just come out, possibly to witness the dawn away from the confines of the Academy walls. More birds started singing, and the sky grew brighter.

Turning away from the window, Adrian pulled off his nightclothes and retrieved his tunic and cloak from the wardrobe. He dressed at a casual speed, pulling on pants and boots, then clipping his lightsabres to his belt.

Adrian moved out of the Academy and into the grounds at the same casual pace. Stopping every now and then to take in the morning air or observe other early-rising Jedi going through training, he was regardless in the grounds before long.

That day, the Knight had planned to take his speeder out of Theed and into a nearby forest, to study some data cards on Jedi history and meditate on the subject; the Clone War. He was taking a walk through the grounds first, though, before he planned to go to the library and pick up the information.

At that time, however, Adrian felt through the Force a familiar presence. He hadn’t felt it for a time, now, and it seemed the reason for him picking it up now was a momentary stab of pain. Not hard, but a memory. A memory of pain.

Abandoning his slow walk to the library, Adrian turned around and headed for his speeder.



OOC: “Force Grass”, LMAO!