The Rebel Faction

It had been too long. Vonta horn had left on many long joureys and had always managed to come back. But at least she had always let her ship, The Saberstrike, and her crew know where she was going and a whole number of contingency plans to enact in the event of her capture. But there was no word from her.

The Android Strike had called the Alderaanian guard based on Drewwa with an urgent plea.


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Quiet.

All the world was quiet and peace.

This mind was clear of all thoughts. Disconnected from it's body in order to surpass it and all of it's set bounderies. Giving the user such a sense of control as was unparreled save by that of a jedi wielding the force.

The silence that is deafening is at once broken. A soft beep came from a work station set up near by.

The mind recconnects to the body with speed that is only achieved through rigorous practice. At once there he is in a body again. Back strait, legs crossed and arms sitting on his knees. Toryn stood from his daily meditations. A necessity to maintan his abilities.

He stood up the office was lite only by candle light. The faint illumination from the flickering flames made his shadow dance as he moved. This was his private room for meditation. Only priority messages came through at these times.

He grabed a towel as he wake up to the station.

There was a call on a private channel, that reserved for Jedi Vonta Horn.

"Toryn Sabreen here, Vonta to what do I owe the..." He was cut off as he saw someone other then the female jedi that he once sparred off with. "And you would be?"

The female on the other end was black hair and had the look of a fighter about her. Face looking more then a little serious, "Strike, the android counter part to the Saber computer systems on master Horns ship. But I have no time for pleasentries. Captain Horn is missing. She was fighting a battle on the planet of Naboo leaving us in orbit. We tracted her movments but then all of a sudden her signal was just gone. We sent a search party to look for her and found no sign of her in the Gungan city that she had been in."

Toryn's all too human features equaled her concern. "From the sound of it she may have been vaped in some sort of weapons discharge. As much as I would like to think other wise."

The droid looked as if she was being treated as an ignorant. "Yes, I considered that option. But when I scanned the coordinates at which she dissappeared, there was nothing to indicate an explosion that would eleminate all trace of a being's remains."

"Well then how do you know that she is even still alive?" He asked her.

"Becuase I can still feel her presence in the force." A new face replaced the androids. A nohgri, and the last master of the Aiki ways.

"Irman, are you sure?" The Teras Kasi Master had to trust the old man masters and students share a strong bound. That was a fact that he knew well.

The short alien contined with a nod, "Yes, but all that I know is that she yet lives no more no less."

A new picture appears again. It looks like Strike but in a formal dress rather then combat fatiques. "Saber I presume."

"You presume correctly Master Toryn." she says calling him by the formal title of his order.

Several data files streamed into his station. Saber continues where Strike left off. "There was no evidence of a weapons discharge but at the time we lost contact we detected these anomalous energy signatures."

The man scanned them rubbing his chin as he did so. "I well inform Commander Trespe of this the Teras Kasi and the Aldeeranian guard well do all that we can to help to locate master Horn."

With a nodd the communication came to and end, the screen fading to black.

He punches in a link on a secure channel.

"Greyy we have a situation..."

On Bonaden a stange droid types at his keypad. He is not strange as his is a droid but in the fact that his has a giant trench coat built onto his frame. Covering his back and sides leaving his arms free of sleeves. An adavantage of being a drdoi is that you never have to change cloths.

At his daily Routine of filling out reviews of current cases and posible security leaks the droid in his large window view office is oblivious to the danger his designer is in.

The quadrapedal, dog-like droid K7-9 sits in a corner out of the sun that shines in. Lating in the shade the dog sits and conserves energy. Looking as if her was a normal dog sleeping. A normal dog with metal inplace of flesh and bone.

Zed stops for a moment looking at his counter part with a moment of affection. One could not see the affection in his feature for all that he had was a droid head made like ahelmet and a visor like optical unit. He had been alone long before the dog/droid joined him. Now he was never longely with his constant companion at his side.

A signal came on line. A highly encrypted file. The droid types it out. Immediatly he is surprise by what he finds upon analyzing it. The code was one that was once used by The New Alliance. And one that was used specifically by the Civil Law Force that he commanded.

He transmited a data stream to the computer and decrypts the message. All that is needed is a quick glance. Vonta in trouble and anomalous readings are all that they have to go on.

As much as he was loyal to his former master he could not drop every thing and go to her aid. He had responsibilities to the VC. But there were others with more Experience in such matters.

With a few key strokes his sends the message on it's way.

"Help her Mr. Katta." He says out loud.

K7 looks up as his master speaks. When his sees that it is nothing it puts it's head back down and returns to standby mode.

There was a diminutive figure in the halls of the Nubulan B-2 frigate, the Saberstrike. He walks with his head to the ground deep in contemplation. On Naboo he had been near his pupil. Vonta and he had taken different paths as the force demanded of them.

One lesson of the force. Do it's will to the best of your ability.

*Sigh* He let the air from his lungs come out. He was concerned.

He passes several polished bulk heads. At his hieght he had a good look at his reflection. His gray Nohgri skin was leathery in nature. Not that anyone else could really judge his age. But he was nearing the age of a revered elder. In all of his days of training he was amazed at the longevity that his training allowed him.

He looked away from his image. The kind, calm features that distinctified him were foriegn among his kind. The life of a Nohgri warrior was one of patience and vigelence. When they started to walk his people begain lessons in the art of the hunt and the way of the warrior. Taking life was their way.
But it is no longer his.

He continues on. His sandeled feet make barely a noticable sound in the hall. A human female came around the courner and was frightened for a moment. He immediatly makes an apology and continues on his way. A bit more noisely this time. His feet shuffling slightly.

He is the last of his order, and Vonta, Vonta was the hope for the continuation of the Order of the Aiki. He turns into an open door.

"Lights." The dark room is illuminated revealing a deck of learning. There were rows of data files in shelves that ran parrellel to the walls. In the center of the room was a holo-cube on a pedastal. It was the Aiki Holo-cron. The last remenants of the teachings of Aiki master Morehei. This device was his guide to the ways of the Aiki for the past forty years. He pulled himself away from the memorys that device brought up.

He looks about him. Vonta was a brillant inventor. This deck was an excellent librairy. In reality it was more concise then the Secreted Aiki librairy that was his home on Obrai-Skai. Beyond the librairy was the Train and meditation facilities.

It was to one of the sound proof rooms that he went to. Sealing himself in he sits cross legged. Falling into meditation.

He falls into himself, into the deepest recesses of the force. He feels the connections between life forms in the star system around them. The beings walking about the ship.

The sensory depravation room is filled with a total darkness. Irman begins to access the Aiki ways. His body begins to show a faint aura of blue that fades at first and then grows in intensity. The pitch black is pierced by the blue light. Irman is making an even deeper connection to the force. Using himself as a conducter of force energys. Energys that fill every molicule of his body.

Feeling about he looks for that one familiar form. From where they are he can feel nothing. But then he reaches out. Stretching him self to the force begining it, pleading with it for a sign of his padawans existance. He waits as the moments pass by.

Warm. He suddenly feels warm. As if he were meeting family. He feels.

"Vonta." He whispers. The life that he feels is hers. He holds fast to the prescence trying to locate the source.

As he looks for her the warmth fades slowely replaced by a chill and then a freezing cold wind that froze him to the bone. Something cut off his search.

The light emminating from his form slowly faded. Until the room was pitch black once again.

The security at the Guard's homebase was tight the Aiki master admited that much. He had to use every Nohgri skill force intrusion to enter un-noticed. The Aiki was a peaceful man now but he still remembered his lessons from his tribal elders vividely.

He slipped past Sabreens guards unnotice and entered the office. Moving in a fashion more befitting a wraith the a corporeal sentient. He was moving to stand 10 feet behind the director's chair when he spoke to him. Calling him by name.

Taking the 4 and half foot diminutive master by suprise. "Impressive."

He states matter of factly. "I have never been discovered as easily by any one before. Aiki training combined with my Nohgri backround makes for quite sound intrusion abilities."

Irman had studied the history of the jedi as recorded by the Aiki founder master Morehie. The 8,000 year old sentient had an amazing librairy of information on the planet of Obrai-Skai. Listing the history of the Aiki, Jedi, and dark force sects. But the Teras Kasi were only alluded to in brief passages in his studies. Nothing was concrete about his knowledge about them. Only that they were a group that intervened to keep the force users in check when they went too far. This group demanded further study in the future.

His gaze fell on the Teras Kasi, Irman could not help but to feel grateful towards the man for his efforts.

"Do not lose hope friend. I have sensed my pupil yet again. While in deep meditation." He puases.

"I searched out for her, Vonta and myself share a unique bond. As only one that a teacher and a student may share." Stoping he steps forward laying his right hand on the desk in front of Toryn.

"I found her in the force. Her presence. She is alive that much I already knew but the I sought to connect with her. To ask her where she was, and maybe even sense her place of captivity." His other hand rose up in a fist.

"But then I was cut off. As if someone was blocking my efforts." The small Aiki took a deep breath and released it, at the same time uncleanching his fist.