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"I see" He noded his head in understandment. At first, it was reilife that swept over him. He fianly had found out just what the feeeling he was experiincing meant. There was a chance he could be sensative to the movment of the force. But then, just when he felt like things couldn't get any better, a slight tinge of uncertanty, and even fear, over swept him.

The Senate on Curoscant had been debating wheather or not force sensative creatures should even be aloud to exist. It was mostly fear on their part, and this senator for the Imperials seemed to have it out for them.

The Imperial senator, trance had already forgotten his name, seemed to have it out for force users and force sensatives alike. Trance had managed to catch a bit of the debate on the halonet before resting and before the untimly crash of his vessel.

Tranced muled over severl things. One, the way the Imperial senator spoke, he said he feared force users and saw them as a hazard to the safty of "normal" creatures. But he sounded more like he saw them as some kind of threat to him personaly, as though they were in his way.
But then again, many of the anti-force user senators spoke of them that way.

The second thing he mulled over was the possible fate of the jedi and force users. It was discussed that they be taken to a concentration camp (not in so many words) and left under a strict guard but other wise lead a relativly normal life. They would be prohibited to use the force under any cyrcumstance.

The point was to exterminate force sensativaty entirly. Even trance knew that was ludacrise. From what he under stood about the legends of the force, for those Jedi or sith who mated and reproduced, thier children were just as, if not even more sensative then the parents. Not to mention that every living being was capable of being force sensative, or atleast force aware. Even the diverse animal life of the galaxy from what he had heared was capable of detecting the movments of the mysticle force. To get rid of it, you would have to forcably staralize every force sensative female and male. And even then, you would have to use strict select breading methods to make sure no child was ever born with the ability again.

No, what the Imperial senator spoke of was not protection, it was genocide. To permanitly rid the galaxy of the force was impossible. Trance shook his head at thies thoughts, they seemed...evil, even to some one as hard core as him. He heaved a deep sigh, fiannly looking back to the Sith who placed him here. "Sorry." He said, shaking his head again. "To answer your second quetion, why I was hiding my thoughts from the other one, I have other questions about...things. Things that I feel only your lord is capable of under standing. Please, is there any way i could arange som ekind of meeting with her. I don't care how long it takes. I'm willing to wait"

The shuttle broke into the atmosphere with a bump, turning from white to bright orange. It would have been incredibly hot, had the sheilds not been up. The JDAT waited by the ramp which he would soon lower.

A few seconds later the sheilds stoped glowing and the pilots called back to the cabin. "Altitude: 50,000 feet. Temperature outside: -20 degrees. Windspeed: 80 mph. You are clear."

The JDAT wasted no time, before they even finished he was already opening the door and lowering the ramp. With a snap hiss the door slid up and the JDAT looked back. Only once. He then lept out of the shuttle and started his controlled plummet to the surface.

"They're getting closer, Lieutenant," Atra said impatiently, through clenched teeth. Piercing green eyes glared down at the controls as she watched- and felt- another unwanted arrival.

"That much you can see," the lieutenant answered.

Atra yanked her eyes away from the machinery to spare a glance at one of her officers. "And a non-Force user such as yourself can really tell the difference?" It was a statement, not a question.

The lieutenant cleared his throat. Having gathered his bearings from their last encounter, he was in a much better position- and mood- than before. He stood next to the Dark Lord, shoulders square but with a humility that would rival even the most dribbling servant.

"No, Ma'am."

"Of course not," Atra answered coolly, her gaze having returned to the viewscreen. Idly, she reached behind her to pull up a chair, silently and secretly marveling at the workers' installation and wiring.

Of course, such compliments weren't meant for this time.

"Are you afraid, my dear lieutenant?" she asked after a long moment of silence passed.

The question apparently caught the officer off guard, and his head shot up. Was Atra looking at him and not at the screen, he might have had the blind stupidity to stare. Yet, her eyes remained on the Temple viewing screen.

"No, Ma'am."

Atra's lips quirked into a dark smirk. "If I were in your stead, I would be afraid," was her amused confession. "Having the Imperials hunt you down like dogs-- frightening, eh? You'd be treated like the rest of us for associating yourself like you have."

The lieutenant didn't answer. He wasn't sure if Atra was being serious or not; he could only guess. Her eyes remained on the screen, as serene and calm as if she were one with life itself. Her tone carried only the smallest fluctuation: enough to keep her from sounding monotoned.

"Clarification, if I may ask that much.." the lieutenant answered.

"I wonder how the Lightsiders feel about this?" Atra asked airily, not answering her worker's plea for elaboration.

The lieutenant's mouth twitched in internal frustration, and his eyes returned to the viewport. He wondered exactly what Atra and Luke were conspiring..

"Then that is your Choice, the Dark Lord here, is In a Room near the centre, I never bothered the learn where, I knew that she was like a child, playing with her farthers creations, she is not ready to be Dark Lord, she is to dependent. I say good bye, and I hope you live through this Experience, though I very much doubt it."

With those Final words Storm hurried off towards his Ship, the Ivory Hawk, all his stuff had been brought in by R5, and the ship was ready for some Blockade running. Powering up the ship Storm prepared his Nava Computer to take him to Jek'tar, his Second home, and the place was in Wild Space and it was Secret, no one ever had anything to do with the place, because it was so remote. Lifting off Storm hit full throttle, flying through the atmosphere at 400 kph, Storm could see the Cruiser on Sensors, and he saw the drop ship. Storm raced through the Atmosphere and came out; the Cruiser on his Left side, Storm had made sure he came out of the Planets Atmosphere well out of the Cruisers Weapons range.
((Vegilla! Do you want to post an Attempt at Intercept? It might give the JD/AT some body to kill when he gets back.))

Atra, Dark Lord of the Sith, was striding purposefully down the hallways on an evening patrol. It was a physical, not mental, job, and Atra wouldn't be doing it if her officers weren't working on the current Imperial case.

She checked her chronometer. It was indeed late; usually she would be elsewhere, training, reveling in the glory of the night.

Her eyes narrowed as she rounded a corner.

"And who might this newcomer be?" she asked, her voice filled with a sweetness that only representatives in galaxy counsel rooms would recognize.

A newcomer indeed, huddled against the wall in such a pitiful display of a torn decision. She angled her head: he was outside of her personal quarters.

An eyebrow was raised, and grotesque humor entered her mind. This one could indeed be played the fool. She walked a half-circle around him to take him in from the other side.

He didn't know who she was-- he didn't know who anyone here was. He had the Force, however, and that was all that mattered.

Anulling her previous question, she spoke from a different perspective."What are you looking for?"

Atra smirked, her voice filling with laughter. At once, the surrounding glowpanels brightened, and she raised her booted foot to tilt his face upward.

"Ask them quickly, lest my mood dissipate," was her only order.

She remained standing there, fully attuned to the Force, waiting with patience for him to finish answering her question.

Draiman was with in the Medical Bay and soon left the large doors, he had a bandage over his right hand and over his two middle fingers before he threw his black gloove over it to protect himself so others weren't curious.

He adjusted his shoulders hearing a crack come from his spinal crod which made him relax much more before he proceeded outside, the big heavy doors of the Temple opened for him as he left the Temple and stood upon the path way looking over the Desert surface.

His eyes where covered by some shades, certinaly developed for the sand, his hood was placed over his head before he crossed his arms over his chest and made a tight grip around his chest.