Faction In The Safety of The Unknown [Eclipse Rebellion]

[Adelle Bastiel]

The hallways were empty. Adelle blinked, unsure of where she was in the derelict. She was sure she'd been following on the heels of the young padawan but the girl was nowhere to be seen. Had she imagined it or was it a vision? The silence stretched on around her, broken only by the small sounds of a station in severe disrepair. She cast one long glance into the dark hall in front of her before turning to retrace her steps.

. . .

Suddenly the Force pulls Song's mind from the chaos and back to the present as he gasped and leaned into his staff for support. Almost like he just ran a marathon from how fatigued he suddenly felt. Song would like to think that it was just all in his head, that the visions meant nothing. Yet there's been a few times when the visions became a reality.

A couple of faces have disappeared from the room, or at least to Song it seemed like that as his mind was occupied at the time. Song took a deep breath with the mindset of seeking clarity and calm. Granted it was just a breathing method to calm himself down after he experienced a vision. Even so his watchful eyes shift from one person to another that spoke. Hearing Lori spoke of what they should do, Song found himself questioning what exactly he came here for. Sure, Song supported the idea of rebelling in respect to Bakura. However, from his understanding the Eternal Empress has done a lot of good since her reign began. Of course, as the Voice pointed out it could very well be the Empire's propaganda. Even if that was the case, Song felt like there was some truth behind it.

The main thing that drove him to be here was to obtain the money to bring his family, his younger brother especially, out from poverty. To ease their suffering as it were, but with this talk of fighting and exposing the Empire. It didn't sound like they had his interests at heart. Just as he was about to step out, Song could sense anxiety with the purpose of seeking for something, or someone in this case.

"Excuse me." Song mumbled to the people around him so that he could squeeze through. Some might have shot some disappointed glances at him, but he was just a boy in their eyes. He could feel the Force tickling his mind, showing him brief images of a hallway that Song recognized to be the hangar, a starfighter that Song doesn't recognize, but he recognized the face of that Padawan that had disappeared from the meeting. Confliction met with frustration was what Song felt in the Padawan. The meeting had indeed turned sour in her presence, and while he felt some wished for her to stay. Others no longer saw her as a warrior of light. But as a naive child who hasn't done any research when it was quite the opposite. A lot of minds were so focused in vengeance and confusion that it was pretty overwhelming to the Seer.

So many thoughts, so many emotions of turmoil, Song had to get out of that stuffy room to get some air. To find some peace in his mind, and yet even as the walls separated him from the meeting. He could still feel them, hear their cries so to speak no matter how silent. Primary reason number one as to why Song never goes into crowded spaces as he feels what people feel and frankly he can't seem to tune them out. The young boy found himself leaning against a wall in the corridor as he kept walking until there was finally silence. He didn't know where he was, but Song finally found the right distance where he can't feel the others, or at least not as strongly. Song knelt down as he focused in calming himself and enjoying the peace while it lasts.

. . .

He slipped out past everyone and through the door, following the corridors a while until finding Song . He leaned against a wall, and offered the young man as comfortable a smile as he could. "You alright? You uh, you seem pretty shaken up over something. Don't have to talk about it but, you need to?" Despite the dark flood of emotions that could've been pouring off of him, Darlyn just couldn't resist his need to make sure the kid was alright. Soft spots sucked like that.

Two occupied a hallway back towards the meeting room, one standing, one knelt on the floor. Shadows rolled off one like he smoldered with fire and roiling storm clouds surrounded the other. Adelle could almost hear the hidden planet calling these two. She tilted her head, hood and veil shifting with the movement. Words were never her strong suit. But she could feel the hidden planet creeping through her veins, her mind, like tendrils of vines searching for the sun.

"There's a place you need to go," she found herself saying. "You've been called."

Adelle left and had almost arrived when she felt the planet's influence leave her. Living Force, she must've sounded crazy to the two of them. But what was done, was done. She slipped back into the room to find the organized meeting she left had now shifted into an organic mingling between cells as ideas and resources were swapped. Elly had remained in the same spot, thank the Force, or she never would have found her in the cramped room. Adelle started to weave her way through the crowd.



Vidalu Na'an | LE-03 (Leigh) | Kalic Daws | Darlyn Excron | Song | Tranquility | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Equipment : One(1) shoto lightsaber, One(1) standard E-11D blaster carbine, One(1) industrial-strength syntherope (50m), Libeta (under eyepatch), One(1) encrypted comlink transmitter
Tag(s): Taozi Fuyuan | Kalic Daws | Darlyn Excron | Caedyn Arenais | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | Adelle Bastiel | Song | Aloy Vizsla | Kahlil Zambrano | Subject 73 Red (optional) | LE-03 (Leigh) | Tranquility | Eina L'lerim, Maximar Fugold

Well, at least she'd been able to help a little bit. Na'an followed Loreena with her eye as the poor woman made her exit, aware of the murmuring of the cells breaking up into their own groups. Leigh had done a fantastic job salvaging the meeting and setting the Rebellion's new direction, as expected, but one look told her that the droid was as disappointed as she had expected her to be. Not for the first time, and with a little shiver of apprehension, she wondered how long 'the Voice of Abbaji' would be able to remain behind the scenes. The leadership as it was hadn't used what Leigh had given them, not in any decisive way. If this last hint didn't provoke someone to step up, would she have to--

"There's a place you need to go," she found herself saying. "You've been called."

Adelle left and had almost arrived when she felt the planet's influence leave her. Living Force, she must've sounded crazy to the two of them. But what was done, was done. She slipped back into the room to find the organized meeting she left had now shifted into an organic mingling between cells as ideas and resources were swapped. Elly had remained in the same spot, thank the Force, or she never would have found her in the cramped room. Adelle started to weave her way through the crowd.

Na'an hadn't seen Adelle Bastiel come in. But the sound of her voice chased whatever she had been thinking about away as thoroughly as fish fleeing a falcon. She perked up, visibly brightening at the words that had been in the back of her skull for days.

"Stars' End," she blurted, unable to keep the sudden glee from her too-loud voice. "I knew it. I karking knew it!"
Na'an was on her feet before she knew it, all but vibrating with the sudden frisson of anticipation that had set her blood to singing. "Between Daws and the Rabbit and the Old Stones and, and the Cereans, and--" She paused momentarily, her expression shifting with a sudden realization. "The Call's widening," to herself more than to anyone else. "Something's going wrong, something the Empire's not got a grip on either, and the Call's going out. The dreams. That's what's been bothering me--and Doc--we're here to take them there."

So that was it. She should have known from the moment she'd felt the Miraluka enter the room, that her promise to him would require her to take him to the green planet, but so many others besides! Her eye scanned the room, flitting from face to face as quickly as an insect. "Daws. The Rabbit. The redhead, the blue guy...and...and..."

And what? Who? Na'an looked from cell to cell again, wondering. Was there someone else? Why was she abruptly so sure there was? She jumped down half the bleachers in a bound, dead set on ferreting out the answer to that compulsion, before another thought gave her pause. She turned back to Leigh, looking up at the droid that had followed her sudden fire and thunder with silence.

"Leigh?" She poised it to her partner as a question this time, rather than a statement. Asking permission. It came with sense that there was something terribly important about Na'an getting it, before throwing herself back into the path of the green planet and its mysteries.

 

[Maximar Fugold]

Two occupied a hallway back towards the meeting room, one standing, one knelt on the floor. Shadows rolled off one like he smoldered with fire and roiling storm clouds surrounded the other. Adelle could almost hear the hidden planet calling these two. She tilted her head, hood and veil shifting with the movement. Words were never her strong suit. But she could feel the hidden planet creeping through her veins, her mind, like tendrils of vines searching for the sun.

"There's a place you need to go," she found herself saying. "You've been called."

Adelle left and had almost arrived when she felt the planet's influence leave her. Living Force, she must've sounded crazy to the two of them. But what was done, was done. She slipped back into the room to find the organized meeting she left had now shifted into an organic mingling between cells as ideas and resources were swapped. Elly had remained in the same spot, thank the Force, or she never would have found her in the cramped room. Adelle started to weave her way through the crowd.

Max winced his mind flooded with the smell of the green planet, a dream he only half-remembers a dream belonging to the being he know copies. his blue eyes fallow the Jedi, he had to know more about this place. Why would it call to him but also why does it seem so conferting. "Were would this green planet be?" Max asked fallowing the jedI into the room. Trying not to seem like a crazy man as the humans say.

giving a glace twords Song Max couldnt help but stare a little longer then normal as he spoke "you okay there ma'am?" Max asked not being able to tell is Song was male or female but with the mans face he assumed female due to vary little human interaction in the last five years.

 

[LE-03 (Leigh)]

Equipment: Passive/Active Holonet comm system, multi-phase arm cannon (part of chassis), Five (5) standard thermal detonators, One(1) 50-meter syntherope coil
Tag(s): Taozi Fuyuan | Kalic Daws | Darlyn Excron | Caedyn Arenais | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | Adelle Bastiel | Song | Aloy Vizsla | Kahlil Zambrano | Subject 73 Red (optional) | Vidalu Na'an , Eliana Shan, Kahlil Zambrano, Maximar Fugold

"Leigh?" She poised it to her partner as a question this time, rather than a statement. Asking permission. It came with sense that there was something terribly important about Na'an getting it, before throwing herself back into the path of the green planet and its mysteries.

Leigh found herself, for once, at a loss for words. This sudden change in her partner's mood was not unfamiliar to her. In the time since Na'an's first encounter with the green planet, the mercurial nature of the human she loved had returned in full force, sending her spinning from impulse to impulse, from frustration to joy to rage to grief to abstraction almost faster than the droid could follow. At first, Leigh had not minded. Back when they had lived together on Dantooine, it was the one thing about the human she had never fully understood, but had found strangely fascinating. And it was something she had missed terribly during their time trapped on Kalidan--when all other feelings had been eclipsed by the enormity of the Empress' betrayal. If the green planet could bring her human back to herself, Leigh had reasoned, she would allow it without complaint.

But...

She could not explain it with logic. Leigh knew that much, that despite being her own kind of alive the Force was utterly beyond her. But something about the eagerness, the naked longing even the mention of the green planet evoked, that left her circuits ill at ease. Neither Na'an nor Adelle could ever explain it, either, even as it led them farther and farther into the Force's mysteries.

Farther and farther away.

"...You get a day," she said at last. She had, after all, no excuse to keep her. And her rebellion needed all the help it could get. "I will remain here to solidify plans with Miss Arenais, and rendezvous with you at Outpost Delta. I have some ideas regarding communcations spikes that may be productive." She paused, taking in the relief and gratitude spreading luminous across her human's face.

"I will," She said in a sudden impulse of her own, "Retrieve you myself if you are even an hour late."

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Equipment : One(1) shoto lightsaber, One(1) standard E-11D blaster carbine, One(1) industrial-strength syntherope (50m), Libeta (under eyepatch), One(1) encrypted comlink transmitter
Tag(s): Taozi Fuyuan | Kalic Daws | Darlyn Excron | Caedyn Arenais | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | Adelle Bastiel | Song | Aloy Vizsla | Kahlil Zambrano | Subject 73 Red (optional) | LE-03 (Leigh) | Tranquility | Eina L'lerim, Maximar Fugold

Na'an's heart felt like it was going to burst. Without a word, she bounded back up to where Leigh was, reaching for Leigh's good hand with both of hers. She pressed the robotic fingers to her face for a moment, eye closed, relishing the cold feel of the metal resting gently against her cheek.

"I won't be late," she said, softly enough for only the droid to hear. "I promise."

This was, she suddenly realized, the first time they would be apart--really apart--since their home on Dantooine had burned, and for a moment she had to fight against the urge to make the moment last. Or to bring Leigh with her, to the green planet, where she did not seem to want to be, but would follow her if she only asked. Or to not ask, and simply....remain here. With Leigh, who even in her silence seemed to be begging her to stay.

But if she stayed, then the Force would keep calling. So Vidalu Na'an let Leigh's hand go. And, as the droid turned made her own way towards the exit Loreena Arenais had used, she slipped down to the main floor as lightly as a bird, her fingers brushing shoulders as she went. The redhead. The blue boy. The Rabbit. Others.

The last shoulder, the one her hand rested on, was that of the Miraluka.

"Daws," she murmured, strangely calm, strangely sad. "It's time to go save you now."

 

[Maximar Fugold]

Max looked to the humans leaving the room heading to this green planet to which had called him,them, its hard to comprehend the feeling this gave himself he could tell the being ignored the call but Maximar He hadnt made that choice. He must know and there may never be another chance like this for him. Thinking breifly to himself and the bond him and the being hes assuming identity of.

do you think this will help us acheave our goal?
A chuckle resided in his mind before a answer was thought back I cant tell you, the beuty of life is what you make of it. Make the choice for yourself its one of the few true freedoms us living creatures have.

taking his hand off his temple and opening his eyes he looked around before exiting the room retriving his pistol and fallowing the others to the green planet they speak of.

 

[Kalic Daws]

Kalic looked up when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He had honestly lost what was going on, having drifted into another, thank the twin suns not painful, vision. One that again lacked any useful context, at least to his mind, but it was one none the less. He’d hear Vidalu, nodding a little bit as he got up.

“Where’s.... Dang it. Ok.... I’m ready. Whatever this is going to be.” He then sighed a little, and quickly tapped the comm on his wrist, setting it to contact both the ship he flew in on, and Lori.

“Guys, get going. I’ll be leaving a different way, and Lori, your mother definitely had some good starships in her time. May the Force be with you all....” He wouldn’t get every answer today, but hopefully he’d get a little closer. As he nodded to Na’an, he’d tap a button to send a signal to Jee, just to tell her to get off the Sleeper and come meet him to go. Time to see what this was about.

Vidalu Na'an Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Song Adelle Bastiel LE-03 (Leigh)