Kamon stood on naboo. The familiar but unfamiliar habitat was something he enjoyed. Plant life was always welcome.

The gentle flow of the Force put a warm feeling in him. Normally that was something only Whisper could do. He missed her already.

He had only been gone from Tholatin for a few hours. It wasn't that far away, but he still felt like he shouldn't have left her.

He was preparing to move to take two more planets. Planets the coalition needed. The imperial factioin were already moving fast. He needed planets and ships.

Walking up to the top of a hill, he took a seat. He moved into a meditative position and relaxed. It was time to think.

Naboo. The seat of an oout-dated Heirarchy, but still a beautifully serene place. It was ideal for weddings, religious gathering, and of course, Jedi meditation. It was warm, the sun off in the distance of space, and I felt it wrap around me as I called on the Force.

The currents of the Force flew through the air, I could almost see them. Some where a blueish, I imagine, and the others were red. I figured that it was the good and evil of all things floating along, doing nothing but stirring in the warm summer air of Naboo.

I wish life was just that simple. It seems the more I know, and the more people I get to know the more complicated and blurred the big picture gets.

Noise broke the silence, from a distance away. Music flooded into the air, as the sounds of one of the up and coming dance acts from the lower levels of Coruscant pulsed out of a stereos speaker. The beat was euphoric, and a soothing female voice sung simplistic lyrics over the top of the melody. The amazingly small unit was placed on top of a rock, by which there stood a woman dressed in what looked like work out clothes.

She readied herself before beginning to slowly motion her hands in front of her body, closing her eyes as the Force began to slowly ebb into her being. As a Jedi she felt a oneness with the nature around her, but unlike most she could not meditate and practice in silence – she needed an active workout, one that would good her heart pulsing and adrenaline flowing.

With a rush of air Arriana struck a balled fist through the air, before continuing on in a repetitive yet fluid motion of kicks, punches and guards…

Kamons mind reeled. Unwanted thoughts were getting in the way. Suddenly a flashback...

Kamon walked down a hall in the castle. He could hear his brother arguing with his parents. Not something untypical. It happened all the time.

He was on the balcony above them and looked down. The three of them stood there arguing about something Zerxes had done. Probably he had killed another guard.

His brother was getting out of hand. Someone would have to deal with it. Suddenly, kamon saw his brother draw his lightsaber.

Kamon watched with awe and sadness as his brother surprised their parents and stabbed each in the stomach then the head.

Kamon suddenly felt pain. he screemed intensely. The Force was flowing through him, uncontrolled and unchecked. A storm was brewing outside of the castle. Kamon fell to the floor unconscious. The next thing he knew, he....

Kamon came out of the trance breathing rapidly, sweating, and crying. The pain was terrible. There was something on this planet causing it. There had to be. He would have to leave.

Sitting outside in the sun, Damalis rested while she waited for her ship to be put through preflight diagnostics. She paid to have it done, since it was above her electronics knowledge. It was why she'd spent extra on a ship with a good autopilot and stuck to the shipping lanes when she went anywhere. Damalis could program it and could, if forced, pilot the ship, but she wasn't anticipating anything going wrong where she had to do so. A business trip like this one should prove to just routine, or at least, the tall blond hoped this would be the routine.

This being her first actual business trip Damalis was hoping for the best. She'd finally decided it was time to expand her smaller ventures and get active in the process of doing so. Right now she made enough money to live nicely off of the patents she already held, but Damalis was feeling a little pressure from the clock. She was only twenty-two but still, she felt as if some people wouldn't see her as doing well and thought about the future. What if her company folded? Or she lost her patents? Things were so unsure in the world today, with so many things happening lately, she felt it was time to jump while things were hot, instead of letting interest wane in her product, then trying to make it.

Here on Naboo was a perfect market, as well. There was enough good families and people of moderately good means that she'd found more than one person willing to carry her product. Several boutiques in some of the larger cities now carried her fabrics and textiles, which had really given her a boost. Now she not only had a thriving business but she now had actual employees. Not many, one or two good ones, but it gave her hope for the future.

Damalis was good with clothes. It was the one area of interest to her that she was certain of herself in. That's why when she'd gotten the idea for a new synthetic fabric, she'd gone to the right authorities, gotten it patented and then sent about getting it produced. She was now in the fashion business and had a good success at it. Oh, she wasn't a great name like some people, but those people? The really big people? They used her fabrics. And that was good enough for Damalis.

So now she sat waiting for her ship to be finished, feeling good about herself, and looking like anyone's idea of a young fresh business woman. She'd toned down her normal wild outfits, this one colored a light gray that was shot through with dark blues here and there, her ankle length skirt and tailored jacket spoke of the utmost quality, but it was definitely a far cry from Damalis' normal leanings for brighter colors, yellows, pinks, even rainbows and such strung together. She looked lovely as always, but a lot less flighty, which had been the idea. The last time she'd been on Naboo, Damalis had just gotten rid of her apprentice robes, quite gladly too. Trying jedi training had seemed like a good idea at the time, but the longer she worked at it, the more Damalis found it not right for her.

Oh, she could do the training, well, everything except the lightsaber, but the entire lifestyle just grated on her. The whole apprentice robes thing had really hung on her like a dark cloud. Damalis was a bright creature, lovely in a way that she full well knew but never abused, and she craved bright things that matched her. Plus, she hadn't been able to bring herself to face the fact that Jedi's DO fight. They'd rather not but they do end up fighting simply because of the people who seek them out, and Damalis didn't want that. She didn't want to fight at all. If she was the woman who squealed and ran for cover, then so be it. Personally she couldn't stand to be the woman who ran someone through with a singing lightsaber. She'd made peace with that herself, dropped out of her training, and then moved on to other things. Damalis still heard the call of the Force at times, but that usually came in the form of precognitive visions that most of the time took her awhile to decipher anyway. They had come in handy a time or two, but they were too random for her to rely on them any.

It was in this frame of mind, remembering her times on this planet before, that Damalis waited on Naboo. Things had changed around her, and still were, but the tall lovely blond was what she'd always been. A bright spot even in the dark that still sparkled no matter how colorless the wrapping.

Former site of Otah Gunga, Naboo.

The smell of rotting flesh and pustulant bodies was an aphrodisiac to Lupercus as he walked unseen around the massive lake in which Otah Gunga once lay. Wreckage lay everywhere, washed up on the shores, some even still floating aimlessly as the tall man watched quietly, a smile the most visible feature on his face, teeth glistening in the muddy light of the grey skies. The Hunter walked slowly, as if wandering down the garden path on a beautiful Sunday, stopping only to smell the roses. But for him, the roses were bodies, gungans of every age and occupation, babies to elders, some in many pieces and others in one, their bloated bodies warped by the water and the explosion that had claimed their lives. Still smiling, his presence masked by a lifetime of training and necessity, Lupercus was brought to a halt at a spot he remembered well. It was where he had been shot out of the water with his Master and where they had brought more pain to the defenders of the people. His head dropped slightly as his other senses kicked in, his eyes darting quickly around him as he sensed out the actions of the battle once again. The Champion of the Sith dropped to his knees as he sensed the dried blood of one of the padawans, but stopped as his attuned senses caught something of much more import.

The traces of a powerful death were overwhelming and Lupercus almost choked on his laughter as he remembered the death of the pretender Jedi, Vonta Horn. She had insulted his master once too many times, and for that Lupercus did not permit her to walk away. He and Chikami had struck her down, the intense screams of her death sending a shudder of pleasure down Lupercus’ spine. Gently removing a vial, he quickly took samples of the two different blood types he could find, before placing the small vials into his belt, hidden from view. While he held no concrete plans for the samples, the experiments he could do would be pleasing, if not fruitful. Rising off his knees, Lupercus stood there staring soulfully out across the lake before movement nearby drew his attention away.

The young gungan was a scout of sorts, sent by the remnants of the gungan people to ascertain whether a new city could be rebuilt on Otah Gunga’s foundations. With reflexes of a snake, Lupercus snapped his blaster out and fired off 3 bolts, all impacting with violent precision in the teenagers head, leaving it a steaming pulp. Chuckling to himself, Lupercus slowly made his way back to the ship and as he entered the luxury yachts cabin flopped himself down on one of the plush seats.

“Computer, to Theed. We’ve got some drinking to do…”

The navcomm buzzed rapidly as Lupercus closed his eyes, the LY 3000 quickly and quietly lifting off towards Lupercus’ rented Hangar in Naboo’s capitol city, the Dark Prince falling rapidly to sleep.

L’ahout stood in the shadows, watching everyone who walked by. He was a careful man, always taking things slow, and with much forethought. He had to, especially on a planet like Naboo.

L’ahout wasn’t your normal human. Actually, he wasn’t human at all. He had dark grey skin, and black hair with streaks of grey. He was a Mar’hute, of the sect B’lai – the craftsman sect. He was one of the three Mar’hute to have left the planet of Vandelhiem on the probing mission.
With the Alm’Pu’ti missing again, Pu’Ti Marcus had decided it was time to send a few scouts out. L’ahout did not know how the other two scouts had fared, but his progress had not been the greatest.

L'ahout studied the people moving about with his coal black eyes, looking for someone whom he could approach to question about where one could find a so called Jedi Master. He knew there was a school somewhere on this planet, but he really did not wish to go walking through a school full of babbling jaul’Kron. L'ahout choked, the thought of the Jedi being jaul’Kron almost made him chuckle, his chest heaved with silent laughter. He had seen only one other person who was capable of using what the Jedi called the Force, and the man had obviously only been in the jaul’Kron school for twenty or so years. He had at least a century to go before he reached significant enough strength to be considered for graduation. Untrained as they may be, someone in a gaggle of jaul’Kron might be able to sense him, even while he was stifling his seventh sense. And everyone knew how much jaul’Kron talked. This mission was one of stealth, and information gathering – not an advertisement of where to find his people.

A flicker of light caught L'ahout’s left eye, a splash of gold. At almost the same time he felt the presence of an untrained ability. Peering through the crowd L'ahout examined the woman. After a few minutes he returned to his observations of the crowd. The golden haired woman would not be able to help him – she was so untrained she probably couldn’t tell if the grass was green.

Kamon stood up. This place was harming him mentally. He would have to leave. Maybe he would go to Corellia. He hadn't been there in a while.

He walked down the hill towards Theed. His whole intention was on going to the spaceport and leaving. That hardly ever happened though, so Kamon kept an eye out.

He began walking towards the spaceport. After sometime, he was within a few yards of it. A spacecraft was landing but Kamon thought nothing of it.

He entered the spaceport and began walking towards his bay. It was in the middle of the port and it was quite crowded. He stopped when he saw a woman sitting in front of one of the hangars. She looked familiar, but the clothes seemed to take away from it. He wondered who she was.

OOC: Sorry meant to post as Kamon.

I couldn't sit anymore, my legs were beginning to fall asleep and my mind was gooing to follow suit fairly soon. I diodn't know how long I had been sitting there on the hill, maybe a day, maybe only a few minutes, that was how it was with Jedi meditation, you never know what to expect. With a short pull from protestiong muscles, and a quiet moan as I stretched out the kinks ion my neck, I began to walk back towards the city.

I had rented a hotel in one of the up-scale joints, and I was really looking forward to laying down on the bed, and letting my mind take over. I need to sleep, badly. The warm breeze was slightly colder now, and it helped to keep me awake, but it wouldn't last forever. Soon, my knees would buckle, and I would end up sleeping in an alley. I passed a few of the lower scale hotels, wincing as I did so.

Oh, if had gone to this one, I would be there already. But no!

I shook my thoughts away, and I continued through the busy streets, weaving through peoples of ever different race and size. The smell of a thousand different sweats was almost sicking, but it too made it difficult to want to sleep.

My hotel was drawing closer on the horizon, and I let a small smile cross my lips and a sigh to escape them. I rolled my shoulders back, trying for the umpteenth time to crack the tiredness out of them. The pressed the door open, and started towards the room that was mine on the thirteenth floor. I needed sleep, even more so now!

Maybe I'll go check out the marketplace afterwards.:rolleyes

Looking a small palm unit, Damalis checked to see how much longer she had to wait. Being in no real hurry it was really no big deal when she did leave, but with nothing else to occupy her attention the lovely blond found herself checking the time regularly. This time it said, at the least, she had about an hour to go, more if they did encounter something wrong.

Highly unlikely since the little vessel had passed inspections with flying colors not over two days ago, but Damalis was cautious concerning things such at that. She'd had a couple relatives die when ship malfunctions had caused accidents and she wasn't taking any chances. Besides, as said before, she was in no hurry.

Putting the unit away as she glanced about her, Damalis was eager for something to do. She was, as most hyper people, easily bored at times, so she knew she needed something to occupy her mind while waiting. Maybe she could get up and check out a nearby cafe or something. Noticing a few people mingling about, Damalis didn't think twice about smiling brightly at anyone who she caught watching her. She was a friendly girl, some thought naive, but generally a trusting sort, who didn't give a second thought to the idea that there could be any danger in such a bright and sunny place.