The Rebel Faction

"By your silence, i accept your refusal, sir. I do not wish to bother you any longer, be well, master Jedi." He turned away, his hands pulling his hood slowly over his head as the rain began to fall. He walked into the crowd, blending easily, disappearing into the throng of people as Han went about his business.

"Others have greater needs than....and their needs outweigh mine. It was foolish of me to put my needs above the needs of others."

he sat down in the speeder, his pack over his shoulder. "I have seen places i could not have been. People i should not know, old friends i should not mourn. I have seen children, i know that they are my children, but i can not remember their names, where they were born."

"I remember waking in a dark room, and a blade piercing my skin. I remember running for my life in the darkness. I remember the city and the bar where i found you. past that, all is lost in the fog of war......"

"If that is where you wish to go." He guided the speeder upward, towards teh clouds as he drove towards teh archives. The trip was short, uneventful, quiet. He stepped out of the speeder. It was just another pleasant day on Coruscant. Eyes looked quietly upward, towards the stars, never downward, towards the past and things long forgotten.

They walked into the archive, , and Mits turned, looking at him. "What do you expect to find? As i remember, the Great Library of teh jedi burned, or mysteriously disappeared during the purge. Anything that was vital was put into the grand computer system, and i don't have access to something like that. You'd need like government clearance to do that."

He leaned back against the wall, his eyes moving about the room.

" A cushy government job, you, no...couldn't have ever had one of those." He smirked as he saw the name and password go into the computer, his jaw dropping ever so slightly when the authorization came through. "Well, i stand corrected." He sat, fingers flying across keys at a second terminal, scanning the records for anything familiar, anything at all.

"WHo you related to in the government?" He added, almost an afterthought as he studied the records, his eyes moving quickly through several different search programs, digesting the information as it camme, the speed blinding, almost maddening. Hurs passed, thr air filled with the clicking of keys and the hum of computers.

"Han, come take a look at this." He looked over his shoulder, head turned ever so slightly. "It's a recording made on Barab I, sixteen years ago. I found in the performing arts section, almost by accident." The recording played quietly, the sound muffled due to the library and its abhorence of noise.

It was a shockboxing match, one of the things that the Barabel had contributed to theculture of the galaxy. It was a wicked fighting art, emphasizing letahl punches and close in fighting, using special gloves that carried an electrical charge through them. The match played, the two Barabel pounding the hell out of one another. The winner stalked back to his corner, triumphant. He disappeaered out of the view with another man, a human, young, male.

"Han, i think that's me. I don't have the foggiest clue as to why i would spend time on Barab, especiaaly with shockboxers. This is getting foggier and foggier..."