[Originally posted by Asopa] A figure sits in deep meditation within a dimly lit room. Brows twisted in concentration she grips her own knees tightly. Slowly the thick fog begins to thin, a ghostly plain filled with grass and trees seeps through. A soft sigh escapes her lips as the vision becomes clearer. For months now Asopa had been training vigorously to regain her meditation, lost when she turned her back on the force to become a medic. Even before then Asopa could never be accused of being focused on anything beyond the next experience. She hopped from one intructor to another in the academy always looking to augment her position with the knowledge of other specialists, spies, smugglers, medics...anything to make herself feel more complete. "you are doing it again!" Asopa scolds herself as she vainly tries to keep focus the vision begins to cloud. The fields continue to recede into the fog and is slowly replaced with her own meditation room. "I know...I know... not good enough" Asopa resigns to the glaring portait of Lord Vader as she returns to her feet. "mistress, you will want to see this" a voice offers from the doorway. A tall pale blue Twi'lek stands just within the doorway noticably disturbed. Asopa has always been outwardly kind to Zis'is despite a sibling like jealously of her tall slender figure and beatuiful features the men always seemed to prefer. "What is it sis, this better be important" Asopa muttered as she allowed herself to be led down the hall to her office. On a com screen atop her desk a holonet reel played. scrolling text told of a massive attack on Naboo. Casualty reports rolling in hourly worldwide as even more terrorist bombings rock Imperial strongholds. By the date on the footage it had been weeks since the attacks, not unusual at all considering the remote location on Dantooine they now called home. "Do you want to start preparing the Tie fighters or the destroyer?" asked Zis softly. "Neither" Mulled Asopa, "I think we need to be a bit more tactful than that, book transport passage." Both women made short work of packing various garments and personal effects picking carefuly civilian outfits for the journey and were soon speeding towards the Dantooine mining outspost starport. Incomming transports were flooded with civilian refugees as Asopa and Zis began unloading cases from their Av-21. It was not uncommon for a few plain clothed rebel freedom fighters to be near the protocol droid at any starport on Dantooine today however they were openly wearing republic insigias. As ASopa and Zis near the boarding ramp the guards approach. *writing bug is contagious lol. I hope you enjoy areading as much as I have writing. more to come i am sure. The guards sauntered over oblivious to how easily they could be struck down. "travel ticket ma'am" guard wearing sargeant rank asked politely "check the bags private." With a calm smile Asopa presents the sargeant with her bording pass "Is there a problem sir?" With a raised eyebrow "What is your reason for traveling to Naboo today?" the guards inquired. Zis'is, always being so skillful at captivating men's attention with her graceful movements and silky voice was busy displaying various blouses and skirts holding them over her form for the private's viewing pleasure. It would be hard for anybody not to laugh at the scene if they knew within the same trunk not inches from a the guard's boot lay a small pouch holding an Inquisitor's lighsaber and comlink. "We have been living on Dantooine ever since the Empire controled Naboo, since it is now a free planet we are returning home" The sargeant looks from one traveler to the next and shrugged, damned if they looked like soldiers. Handing back the boarding passes "As you say, it is a free planet again. At your own risk ladies not all of Naboo is completely secure yet". With restrained relief Asopa and Zis'is repack and enter the transport, taking their seats just as the ramp closes. "That could have gone worse" Zis sighed as she settled into her seat. "Oh it likely will be" as Asopa difts off to sleep. Arriving in Theed it was easy to see why so few wanted to come to Naboo. The once crowded streets of the capital city lay deserted building marred with scorch marks from bombs. Even the path normaly cluttered with speeder bikes outside the nearest cantina was barren. "Well, something tells me ground transport will be out of the question" Zis chuckled as she looked around. "come on lets get you checked in at the hotel, then i will see if the Arc is still operable" suggested Asopa as she gathered up cases. Checking in turned out to be more breaking in as the hotel was a deserted as the rest of the city seemed to be. Anything of value that may have been within their room long liberated by some self serving individuals prior to fleeing the city. Asopa disappeared into the bathroom emerging moments later sporting denim pants a matching low cut top and black ribbed jacket. A blaster slung low on her right hip tied to her knee adorned one side and a cylindrical case the other. Eyeing the pouch Zis carefuly questions " are you sure it's wise to carry that thing around here? you aren't exactly in practice or popular at the moment" Absently feeling the hidden lightsaber's outline with her left hand Asopa contemplates the question before commiting "If i am spotted anywhere near where I am going it will hardly matter." adding, "besides I would rather have every option I can." "same old Soapy, just make sure you pick a weapon before the fight starts" Zis chides before entering the bathroom herself. Moments pass and Zis finaly returns to the room dressed all in black with a stealth field generator buckled around the waist of her pants. Silent goodbyes are said through hugs before seperating. With Zis vanishing into the shadows Asopa's mind now turns northward to where IACC had always been and thoughts of friends not seen in what felt like ages. Asopa made her way quietly around the exterior wall of the starport the the head of the great Theed falls. As she stood near the ledge looking out over the vast northen plains a chilled breaze swept fine mist across her cheeks, a promise of the rains to come. Turning her eyes skyward confirmed the winds promises, large black clouds had begun to choke out the stars. The moonlight no longer strong enough to cast shadows, had been reduced to a highlight around the stormclouds to the east, a last defiant claim to it's night realm. Asopa turned back to the task at hand, Sneaking into the hangar past unknow numbers of rebel pilots to her old ship. Starring up at the launch strip Asopa frowns child like. Dekard or Snow's stature would have made the task of peeking over so much easier. Having the same vantage as a Bothan had often yielded its own blessings charging about the battlefield, overlooked for the larger troopers. "loook before you leap...pfffft" muttering to herself force jumping up to the lip before sprinting into a dark corner of the bay. As usual her impulsiveness has not seen a tragic end, the Pilots continue pre flight checks as crewchiefs pump fuel into their aircraft. Two births down across the hangar stood the next abjective, Asopa's old ARC-170. Anger welled within Asopa like a bear ready the maul, the bastards had repainted the old ARC from Asopa's trade mark black and purple back to the original republic colors. Easing her pack the ground Asopa pulls and MSE droid from the main compartment and holds it up to her face. "lets play a little game of Kat and mouse shall we?" she wispers softly before kissing the little droid on its sensor. Placing a themeral detonator within it's compartment Asopa releases the droid to scurry across the bay towards the makeshift command desk to be greeted by amused and bewildered rebel officers. The comotion builds with crewchiefs and pilots laughing as the officers dive trying to catch the litte droid. "Oh what do we have here, A Torchwood droid!" one rebel proclaims proudly an instant before being violently ripped apart by a thunderous explosion. Her small form would be little better than a blur to Asopa's next victimes red blade hissing to life. The death strokes a stunned pilot and crewchief were far to swift, too merciful to appease the anger now feeding her actions. Flesh smoked softly as their bodies fell in unison. A melody of anger and vengance was errupting across the hangar as fuel pumps joined the chorus. Asopa slipped into the pilots chair fluidly snapping breaker switches into place and pressing buttons with the air of a triumphant conductor waving her wand into the air. A final climatic note as the ancient ARC-170 rides a plume of fire down the launch ramp. With an agrssive roll right the pilot and machine power dive down the great cliffs. With heart pounding and fists clentched upon the flight controls Asopa fights the increasing G forces to pull level out within the falls basin. Ravaging water and plant life alike the powerful twin engines create gouges on the landscape, a heard of kadduu and gungans mindlessly scatter within the wake. "you are out of your damn mind you know that?" a pitched voice scolded from the com.