The Rebel Faction

He stood. He really didn't think of a reason why. He just stood up. And soon he began walking. He didn't bother to figure where he was going. He just decided to walk. He didn't decide for how long, he just decided to walk. Such was the process it seemed. He would stand, and soon walk in a random direction.

~Two Days Later~

The storm had grown worse. It had lasted for hours, perhaps longer. The rain drops pounded the small stream that was next to him. It was not large enough for a river, though it most certainly larger then a puddle. At least, that was as much as the ewok could tell.

He had his cloak closed about him, his white Jedi robes barely visible beneath the black void that surrounded him. His robes didn't hinder the rain much at all, and he stood soaked completely, save for a few places upon him. The rain, it seemed, would not end for a long time.

He had decided that he would attempt to find some sort of a shelter, or something that would at least slow the downpour. So he decided to listen for the sounds of any sort of life that had decided to attempt the same thing he was doing. Though they had the advantage of sight, as he did not. He soon sensed some commotion not to far from himself, and he increased his pace to catch up with it.

He could sense it. All of it. Logray stood in the middle of a clearing in a forest, surrounded by an assortment of leaves and twigs and stones. Atop a nearby tree, a bird fed its young, while two bears walked only a few feet away, searching for food. Next to him, and insect began to chew on some of the dead leaves.

And soon he sensed it. The weapon of the Jedi. His weapon. He had used the force to send it off into the forest, in an effort to train his abilities in the force. No more then three hours later, he had found it. But that was only step one.

He focused on the object, and, with the motion of his left hand, it began to lift. He began to focus even more upon the lightsaber, focusing on its size, its weight, everything. And that was he reached. Or rather, reached out with the force.

The button that was upon the lightsaber click, followed by a quick snap and low humming. Logray began to focus more, lifting it higher into the air. There was suddenly a louder hum, and then the sound of something hitting the forest floor. The fruit rolled a few paces away, cleaved from the branch that held it.

The lightsaber deactivated, its master and it dropping to the ground. Logray was breathing heavily from the exercise, as he soon lost focus on the world around him. He moved a few steps, leaning against a nearby tree, resting himself.

It was nothing more than a small village in Naboo's countryside. Scarsely populated, small shops, very little. Logray was walking along the dirt path when he passed by one of the small stores. Nothing truly special.

There was a loud noice of blaster fire and a scream. Out of the door burst five humanoids, one a carrying a sack in one hand, and a blaster pistol in another. The others had one holstered next to them.

At the sounds Logray spun around to face their direction. Using the force to enhance his speed, he chased after them, closing in on them in a few seconds.

This is a perfect time to test this out.

He dropped his lightsaber behind before running in front of their path. They stopped.

The one in front, holding the blaster pistol and the sack, apparently the leader. He stepped forward laughing.

"Hey look, the little bear is trying to stop us!"

Logray responded, meanwhile focusing on his lightsaber, "I would suggest you drop your weapons and whatever it is you stole."

It hung in five feet in the air behind them, pointed towards the leader's back.

"No, actually, I think we won't," the leader smiled, raising his blaster as the others proceeded to unholster theirs.

"Your mistake."

There was a hiss and a low humm as the lightsaber came to life, flying through air and piercing the thief's back. Logray quickly lept forward, grabbing his lightsaber out of the falling man's back in the process, and delivered a quick slash to one of the thieves on the left. The body fell to the ground, its head follow suit. He quickly ran to the right, and using the wall to help, leaped upwards, cutting the arm off of one of the others. As he landed, he swung it again, cutting off the legs off of another theif, just below the knee. He cut the last one's right leg off and then followed through with the hand holding the blaster pistol.

He grabbed the sack, and began walk alway from the bloody scene back to the store.