The Rebel Faction

Rocks, nothing but rocks. It was a horrible planet. A planet of canyons upon canyons upon canyons. Yet it was here that the feeling emanated from. Here that his senses had drawn him to. No matter how much he had tried to distill the urge it had kept coming back. Eventually he could no longer put it off, eventually he had taken his ship, left his hideout on Nar Shadda and allowed the Force to be his guide. His hand had hovered over the controls in his cockpit, eventually punching in the coordinates on their own accord. Coordinates that had led him here.

Four months had passed since Cor-Si had arrived at the home of Taja Loraan. A visit that had been very short lived indeed. He had gone there seeking answers, answers to questions he didn't understand. Answers he had never received. Instead he had been dragged along to Vjun with a woman he was quite sure was insane. Once arriving on Vjun he had immediately made excuses to leave and had never returned. Instead he had returned to his former ways of studying the Force through what little knowledge he could find in references and a holocron he had managed to buy on the black market.

Two months after escaping Taja, Cor-Si had began to feel a need, no a desire to leave his hiding and seek out a powerful force user. Fearing that it was Taja, calling to him again he had tried his hardest to ignore it. To ignore it in the vain hope that the urge would leave him. It hadn't. over time it had constantly increased to the point where he had snapped in the middle of a Nar Shadda walk way. He had been heading back to his apartment having just been to a repair shop looking for a replacement part for his refresher when a man had asked him for change. At the time, the urge was calling to him stronger then ever. His mind felt awash with the need to scream out. And scream out he had, mentally. He had launched a devastating force scream straight into the mind of the beggar, one that had leaved him dazed and pleading for help. It had been the pleading that had made him snap. Pulling his lightsaber from his belt, he ignited the blade and slashed it in an upward motion that cut right through his right hip to his left shoulder. Fearing that suspicions would be aroused he had rushed back to his apartment and not left for two and half weeks, barely surviving on rations.

Eventually the urge had become too much, the desire too strong, and that had led him here. His ship was concealed in a dark cave. A cave that had previously been occupied by an animal of some sort. That animal was now dead. Leaving the cave Cor-Si had pulled his black hood around his head and began a long trek to find the Force user who had been calling to him for so long.

After an hours walk through treacherous alleys and ravenous canyons he had come across a temple. There was nothing grand or extravagant about it. In fact at a first glance it merely appeared to be another part of the rock surface. Cor-Si didn't doubt that if it hadn't been for his Force senses he would never have found the temple in the first place. At the bottom of a great many steps he waited. Waited for the Force user to reveal themselves.

The voice was hoarse. Hoarse and rough. Turning his head in ever direction, Cor-Si's eyes scanned the immediate terrain for the person who had spoken. They found nothing. Could the voice belong to the Force user whose presence had called to Cor-Si for so long? Mentally shrugging Cor-Si decided there was only one way to find out.

"My name is Cor-Si Dejourn," his voice issued out, a loud, confident voice without a hint of fear. "I come seeking a powerful Force user. I know not his name but his presence has weighed heavy on my mind for some time, his senses have drawn me toward him."

Peering into the dark shadows that stretched from one wall to another, Cor-Si still concentrated on finding the mysterious man. His rudimentary Force senses pushed outward as far as he could muster, desperately trying to seek the owner of the voice. Suddenly there he was. A small presence in the back of his mind. Though Cor-Si could still not visually see the man, in his minds eye he could detect his presence, though faint and growing more distant by the second. Almost as if the Force user was shutting himself off from the Force itself.

"Please, I need help. If you have talents of the Force then at least grant me audience to beg for my case. I promise that I bring no trouble with me, nor shall any follow. All I ask for is a moment of your time to explain myself."

The presence in the back of Cor-Si's mind dimmed even more. Dimmed to a point where Cor-Si could only detect a small part of it. Almost as if trying to look for a small hut in the middle of a sandstorm at a distance of a hundred meters. As if by trickery, a man appeared. Walking from the shadows that clung to the wall the man stood firm in the winds that whipped around the temple.

"Thank you." Cor-Si spoke.

Cor-Si watched as the two blades sizzled at the air around them. A silent gulp forced it's way down his throat. Whilst his ability to use the Force had increased over time, his skills with a lightsaber were still very sloppy at best. With slight apprehension, he started to think of ways in which he could prove his trust to this man. Prove his worthiness to learn from him.

"Were I to say I was a spy for them, then what? Would you cut me down right where I stand? Would you find an alternate way to keep me quiet? Don't get me wrong, friend. By no means am I confessing to being a spy, I am merely curious as to what the result would be. For inevitably there is no way that I can prove I am not, which means it will be your decision to decide what I am. Eager student willing to learn, or shifty spy for the seedy BDE. And when you make your choice, there will be a fifty - fifty chance as to which outcome I receive. Death or training.

You want proof as to my allegiances, then I shall give you that proof. I am a Force user. My general duty is to the Force. My allegiance is to the Force. Beyond that I owe no one nothing. Thats the way my life is, that's the way I like it. Simple as. You want proof of my Force powers. Fine, Proof you shall have."

Reaching out with his mind Cor-Si felt his surroundings. He narrowed in on everything he could detect. Every life form, every plant. Every move of the wind to every sandstone that fell from the rocks. The rocks, that had been what he was looking for. Drawing on the Force he began to lift several of them into the air. One by one he threw them in the direction of the man whom carried lightsabers. Each one shot through the air, a missile guided by Cor-Si's mind.

It was obvious that the man would detect them. Not only through the force but through simple sight. As for how he would react, how he would treat this threat, be it as a demonstration or a vicious attack, was entirely guesswork in Cor-Si's eyes. Moments before the rocks reached the face of the man, they spun off, each one barely skimming past the mans body, each one crashing into the surrounding walls.

"That is the best I can offer you. You see now that I do have control of the Force. Even if that does not prove I am not a spy, at least it proves part of what I have told you is truth. Now please, make your choice so that I can begin to learn, or face my death proudly."