The Rebel Faction

The silver star yacht drove through the atmosphere in much similar a way to how it arrived. It rocked visciously, bucking and bouncing until it finally broke free into the stars of space.

Leaning back in his seat the pilot wiped the sweat from his brow. He had only been on the planet for litle over a day and yet the events below had changed his life, most likely for ever. The pilot, Cor-Si Dejourn, was young with short, spiked blonde hair and deep blue eyes. His skin was a tanned complexion, his height tall and his body of average build. Much different to that of the other person on board. CorSi turned to study him. The alien was much shorter, half insectoid, half humanoid he was hardly what someone would call a typical looking Jedi but that was just the way the Force choose to work. Mysterious ways as many said. The alien and Cor-Si were both dressed the same, each wore a beige coloured tunic and homespun brown robe. Cor-Si having only just adourned his moments before take off was yet to feel accustomed to it. Master Vodo had told him it allowed for Jedi to feel more open to the Force and grow accustomed to it but Cor-Si still had his doubts.

"I'm er....sorry about that master. I've never really gripped the finesse of flying. Never had the need before," Cor-Si spoke up, deciding the silence was uncomfortable, "So it's a five day journey to Cejansij. I was wondering if you could tell me more of the Force?"

Cor-Si sat on the cold metal of the craft as his master directed hime to. Te news of.....things, moving around inside him was certaily startling. He shifted uncomfortably trying to put his head round this new factor.

"Can these midichlorians take controll of us though? What happens if we get cut off from them? I still don't understand how they can give me controll of the Force."

Cor-Si was begining to feel more and more uneasy in his cross legged position. It all felt somewhat familiar. Almost as though he had been here before. It was impossible of course, he knew that aswell as any one...yet still, it was almost as if this was not his first time hearing these things.

"What of meditation Master? I have heard many say it is common among Jedi, why do you do it?"

"I'm sorry Master but I fail to understand how you mean. I have sometimes felt...stirings and strange suspicions of strangers. Would that qualify? When I was seven, apparently, my mother took me shopping in the local market, after awhile I had a...vision, I s'pose you'd call it, off an accident on the fifth bridge. My mother assumed I was using my imagination but fifteen minutes later the bridge collapassed. Is that touching the Force?"

A ringing sound began to sound behind Cor-Si. Stretching his legs he walked to the replication unit on the starboard side of the ship and withdrew two bowls of steaming green thakitillo. It was the most impressive and expensive food that Cor-Si had onboard and he had exhausted the last of the supllies needed for it just making these two helpings. He placed one of the bowls infront of the powerful Jedi Master, hoping that it wouldn't fail to impress, before returning to a sitting position.

Putting a spoonful of the heavily flavoured thakitillo into his mouth he felt the lushious curds dissolve and fill his hungered stomach. His Master, he noticed, had pushed his own bowl slightly to the side and was once again meditating. Feeling slightly let down that his meal had failed to leave an impression he followed suit. Stretching his arms out so they rested on his legs, he pushed his thumb and middle finger into each other in an immitation of the only position he had ever seen someone meditate before. He had no idea how long he had been sat there, twenty minutes, forty, or an hour maybe, when he felt the first twinges of something inside of him. It was a feeling much simillar to standing beneath a waterfall,save for with each drop of the Force that hit him it seemed a sense of enlightenment came with it. He could suddenelly feel the blood coursing through his body. The movement of cells shifting in his skin, the extremely slow growing of his hair.

"Master I...I feel something. I feel...attuned to my body." He tried to reach out further. To get the same sense of the ship that he did himself, but his attempts were in vain. Beyond his own toenails and hairtips he cold still grip the world through only regular senses.

"This is amazing master. Is the Force always such a rush?" He continued to reach inwards, moving across his lungs and up his heart, through his brains and down to his nerve endings that allowed him to feel everything without the Force. As he returned his senses to his heart he felt the usual emotions to be found in a being capable of love, and emotions. He pushed it ever deeper until he froze in his tracks. There was something darker in there. Some kind of longing and sadness that he couldn't understand. It was as if he was sad about something he couldn't even remember. His eyes fluttered open. Had he shut them? He couldn't remember. He let his gaze flick to the chrono on the wall. Seven hours had passed since he had entered his meditation.

A small smile appeared on Cor-Si's lips. As happy as he was that he had touched the Force, he couldn't help but be bitterely disapointed at his inability to go any further. Was it always such a slow thing, devoloping a connection? He shook his head and turned away to look at the helm of the star yacht. He couldn't help but feel he had let his master down.

Standing up he busied himself with the controlls and double checked the hyperspace route he had plotted. A steady beeping began to fill the front of the craft just as the powerful Jedi approached him from behind.

"I think I need it Master." Cor-Si chuckled. Punching in a command to trigger an alarm in his room when they arrived he allowed himself a few minutes to centre his emotions. There was something very worrying about this trip but he couldn't work out what. Something was directing him here, that much he was sure of but what?

He moved away and headed towards the corridor to the quatres.