Dahar Raikanda

The Fireflight exits hyperspace and holds orbit above the planet Ilum.

Dahar closed his eyes at the helm. He tried to clear his mind and focus on his breathing. This new talent was the only way he knew to communicate with the Force. By concentrating only on the breath coming in and out of his lungs he was able to free his mind of the thoughts and ideas that didn't want to be silenced. He reminded himself that with each breath he took part of the universe into him, and with each exhale he let a piece of himself go into the cosmos.

In this state of connection and clarity he was able to feel the Force. The presence of the voice that had called him was coming from somewhere close.

He spoke out through the Force.

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Dahar had been wandering the broken down halls searching for some sort of answer to his questions. Both the Light and Dark side of the Force had revealed them self to him. Both paths were tempting, promising him a life he had never before experienced.

The Force had begun to reveal itself to him. When he asked, it answered him. He was beginning to learn to look towards the Force for guidance.

Finding a tattered stone bench he sat down and began to meditate. He cleared his head and began to focus on his breathing.

In his mind he began to see a cloudy silhouette. Concentrating on the figure made it become a little clearer, and then it spoke to him...

"Be at peace. For in peace, we Jedi find our strength, our courage, and our wisdom. It is when we are at peace, that the strength of the living world flows through us, around us, and makes us a beacon of light among the darkness."

The words shook Dahar to his core. This was something different than the voice of the Force, for this was a tangible voice, that of another being. "Who could it be?" he wondered to himself. But more curious than the who was the what.

We Jedi.

Dahar spoke aloud to himself.

What does that mean? Could it be that I am to follow the path of the Jedi?

Dahar found some solace in the words the voice spoke to him. He began to think about being at peace and what it meant to him. He wondered if he had truly ever been at peace and if it were something that he could find or be shown. He most certainly wanted to be a light among the darkness. The comfort he found in the message also lead to a plethora of new questions and a longing to learn more.

I must find the person behinds these words, if it is a person at all.

Dahar tried to focus on peace. He emptied his mind and relaxed. He could feel the wind blowing through his hair. The warm feeling of the Light side of the Force returned to him and he felt a connection to the life around him. He felt connected to the very ground he sat on, to the trees and jungle around him. He embraced this peaceful feeling and moved his thoughts to what he should do next.

Through the Force he was able to see a being in some sort of icy cave. He could feel a connection to this being as if it were real and alive. He could hear the voice again, speaking to him, and connected the two. This was the man who had spoken to him, it had to be. But where was he?

Ilum.

Dahar's own words jolted him in surprise as if someone else had put them there.

I must journey to Ilum. If I am to learn anything more about the Jedi, if I wish to join their ranks, I must find this man.

With a new found sense of purpose Dahar traversed the crumbled hallways of the temple back to the hangar. He found the Fireflight where he had left it. Placing his hand on the entrypad he commanded the ship to open. He boarded and took his place at the helm.

The Fireflight lifted out of the hangar and was soon high above the planet. Looking down Dahar glanced at the battered temple. He would never forget the feelings he had experienced there, his awakening to the Force.

He set the nav computer for Ilum. Dahar looked back at the bluish haze of a planet one last time and took a deep breath. With a flip of a switch the Fireflight made the jump to hyperspace.

Dahar attempted to calm the rage building inside of him. Something in this place was attempting to sway him down the path he had left Adumar to escape. His lust for glory and rage was everything he was trying to leave behind yet an influence here was filling him with longing. He decided to use his brief understanding of the Force to try and deduce what was going on. Sheathing his sword he lowered himself to the ground. Crossing his legs and sitting upwards he closed his eyes. He began to take long deep breaths. In and out he focused on the air entering and leaving his body. Slowly he started to feel the Force around him, connecting him to everything that was. Dahar began to meditate on his current situation and started to feel two distinct energies. One was pulling him one way, one the other.

He let his thoughts flow down the first path...

Dahar started to feel in sync to the world around him. He felt a loving connection to all living things. The feeling was exhilarating, energizing, and positive.

Bringing himself back to neutrality he let out a long exhale...

He then decided to venture down the other path to see where his thoughts would lead him. Dahar became more in touch with his worldly emotions. He began to focus on his fears, his confusion, and his feelings of loss and abandonment. He concentrated on Adumar and the regret he was starting to feel for leaving. The thoughts of the battlefield came to him, the adoration of the crowd, the euphoria of victory. He focused on that final moment when he had championed over a combatant. He saw himself standing above a defeated victim, begging for mercy, and remembered the power he felt having a life in his hands. Quickly the thought of power engulfed him. He let his mind wander into an obsession of slaughter, for truly the ultimate power was the control over life.

Dahar opened his eyes. What were these two energies that lead him to such extremes? He had so many questions and nobody to answer him.

He cried out, but in a different way than he ever had before. In great anguish he screamed through the Force...

Somebody help me!

This is Dahar Raikanda of the Fireflight requesting permission to dock.

A moment of silence...

This is Dahar Raikanda of the Fireflight requesting permission to dock.

Still nothing...

This was certainly quite a prediciment. Had Dahar crossed the galaxy in vain to discovered a planet devoid of life? There had been no response to his docking request, yet Dahar felt a presence coming from the planet unlike anything else. It was a feeling inside of him he was only beginning to understand. He connected with the planet, as it if was alive. He could... feel it.

Dahar began to remember the feeling that lead him to leave his homeworld of Adumar. That same feeling had whisphered to him "Haruun Kal". It was this same energy that drew his interests to the planet. As the Fireflight entered the atmosphere he was alerted to the conditions of this strange new world. Noxious gasses were high in volume towards the planet's surface. In the sky however the atmosphere was breathable. He set course for what the computer had told him was the capital of the planet, CAPITAL.

As the Fireflight glided towards the city Dahar was met with an alarming site. There had obviously been some sort of conflict here. The feeling that had touched him in orbit of the planet became ever stronger the closer he came to the city. He brought the ship towards what appeared to be the ruins of a temple and landed in the docking bay. Standing in front of the door he unsheathed his blastsword from his back. The door opened and the air of Haruun Kal filled his lungs.

The feeling overwhelmed Dahar as he stepped from the ship to the hard temple ground. He was connected, he could sense and feel things he never knew possible. It was as if he was in symbiance with something greater than himself.

Wow...

The young man entered the ruins of the temple and traversed the corridors within. As he went deeper his thoughts stirred. He started to wonder if he had made the wrong choice by leaving Adumar. He began to feel empty inside and longed for the familiar, the riches of his planet, and the glory of the battlefield.

I flew all the way out here for this?!

Something was influencing him, he was becoming more aware of the deep seeded anger inside of him. This was quite different than the wonderful connection he felt in his meditation. It was an uncomfortable feeling, yet as he let his doubts and fears feed him he felt euphoric and almost... powerful.

Something definitely wasn't right. His mind in turmoil he dropped to his knees.

What does this all mean?!

The Fireflight exits hyperspace above the planet Haruun Kal.

Dahar sat quietly at the helm, lost in thought. Taking in slow deep breaths he concentrated on the voice that had spoken to him and the vision of the man in white. What did this all mean?

Let the Force guide you... Well what in the galaxy does that mean?

He let his mind empty, leaving behind the thoughts of dueling that so often flooded his thoughts, the wealth and fame that he had left behind on Adumar. Continuing with deep breaths he slipped further away from the here and now, until...

Haruun Kal

The phrase boomed in his mind with a deafening urgency. It was the same voice, the whisper. Was this itself the Force? Could the Force actually speak to him?

Haruun Kal

Again the words echoed in his ears. Dahar was slowly beginning to discover a talent deep inside of him, one always there, but until now unknown. He was learning to communicate with the Force. It was becoming clearer and clearer. Still not understanding what was going on he brought up the Fireflight's navagation system.

Well there it is, Haruun Kal. That's practically the other side of the galaxy! Is this where I'm supposed to go?

Dahar set the nav computer for Haruun Kal. He glanced down at the planet Adumar below him.

Can I really leave it all behind? My family? The fame and glory?

And then a sinking feeling hit him deep in his stomach. He thought about what he would miss the most, and what he was running from, both the same thing. The rush of the kill.

Yes, this is what I must do. There has to be more than...

He took one last look at Adumar and, taking a deep breath, made the jump into hyperspace.

The Fireflight held steady in Adumar space. Dahar knew in his heart that a life awaited him outside of his homeworld. He pondered what the voice had whispered to him, "There is more... follow the Force."

He had heard of the Force before, and the religions that followed it, but that was the extent of his understanding. How could it be something that he could follow, that would guide him? Yet deep in his core a new fire was kindling. He could feel something inside of him, a connection with all that is and was. The more he entertained the thoughts of leaving his home the stronger the feeling felt.

"Was this the Force?" he wondered to himself. "Follow it? I don't even know where to begin!"

Sitting in his pilot seat, Dahar closed his eyes.

Dahar Raikanda's CHARACTER SHEET

Identity [!ident]

Real Name: Dahar Raikanda

A.K.A: Atlas

Homeworld: Adumar

Species: Human

Physical Description [!dscrp]

Age: 36

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 190lbs

Hair: Jet Black

Eyes: Brown

Sex: Male

Equipment [!equip]

Clothing or Armor: Black cloak, black tunic

Weapon: Lightsaber (amethyst blade)

Common Inventory: Comlink, Datapad, Credit Chip, A99 Aquata Breather

Galacron - Dahar possesses the holocron that powered the Gala Praxeum. This holocron can greatly focus Light Side abilities. When combined with other holocrons the effect multiplies.

Faction Information [!factn]

Force Sensitive

Alignment: Gray

Current Faction Affiliation: The Family

Current Faction Rank: Father

History: [!hstry]

CURRENT

Force Side: Gray

Trained by: Aryian Darkfire, Sheog

Trained who: Allison Gold, The Family

PAST

Force Side: Light, Former Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, Former Jedi Master

Trained by: K'munee Jamaru, Kirlocca

Trained who: Adenna Alluyen

Known Skills:

Has achieved great harmony between his body and the Force giving him a much more than humanly possible physique and stamina, able to push body past normal physical limits

Mastery of lightsaber combat Form IV Ataru

Wru'torr: Taught to Dahar by Kirlocca, perfected on his own with his own unique flair to it. It focuses on using an opponents energy against them, forcing them to use more energy then needed in a battle, while saving the form user's own. A Wru'torr user ends up using his or her own body to deliver critical blows, as opposed to using the lightsaber. It's driven by a mindset that must be mastered first, as it brings its brings forth Harmony between the Force and the Body to the user of the form. Because of this, it is a Guardian only form.

As a Wru'torr user Dahar also has a mastery of Retribution and Shatterpoints.

Force Torpedo: This power is a combination of a Force push and the momentum of one's own body. Using the Force to charge his body Dahar spins through the air in a circular motion, gaining speed, and then straightens out thrusting his momentum at his opponent while also delivering a Force Push. Picture a Raiden style move with spinning involved and a Force push upon contact.

Background:

Dahar is of Native Adumari heritage. The Raikanda family lineage goes back many millennia and as such are of noble standing. Raised in the world's capital of Cartann City Dahar lived a privileged life as an only child. At the age of 12, following tradition, Dahar's father passed the Raikanda family blastsword down to his son. Under the instruction of his father, who himself was a prized blastsword duelist, Dahar excelled rapidly at the sport. By age 14 he was ready to enter the battle arena as a combatant. Blastsword dueling is a rite of passage to the Adumari usually reserved until the 18th birthday. Confident in his son's abilities Dahar's father gained special permission from the Adumari royal family for his son to participate. The crowds were amazed at the skill of this adolescent warrior. Dahar was unaware of where his mysterious abilities came from. He was quick on his feet and able to read what an opponent was going to do before it happened. His hand eye coordination was impeccable. At times it seemed as if Dahar had struck an opponent before ever making bodily contact.

Young Dahar excelled in the blastsword arena gaining notoriety as a warrior and a place of honor in his society. Material wealth was plentiful yet Dahar felt empty inside. He was proud of his abilities but questioned the morality of killing for sport and personal gain. Every time he struck down an opponent he would feel a euphoric rush. He became addicted to the kill. But after the momentary glory had subsided he felt as if the balance of the world around him had been shifted and a feeling of grief would overcome him. Dahar grew into a cold young man. The more he quenched his lust for glory the more he felt hollow inside. All the fame of being a champion did nothing to fulfill him.

One lonely night Dahar decided to leave his home. He knew there was something waiting for him out there in the galaxy. He told no one. It was going to be huge. Huge I tell you. Absolutely the best.

Solus finished his drink and walked to the passenger room next to the chess board. He kicked his feet on the table. Solus did not return the smile. Instead a loud droopy sigh escaped his mouth.

"Well, At least there's chicks at the last call............and games."

Solus turned on player two of the chess board. Playing against a chistori was probably a bad idea however Solus was the captain and long friend of Djael. He knew that if djael lost, he wouldn't pull Solus's arm off their sockets.

The Deception hurls through hyperspace as Solus lays back on the controls facing Djeal. Solus took a long deep sigh and began to talk.

"Well, we have three choices. One, we can go to Corsucaunt. Two, we can go to Corellia. Or three, we can stick around this is sector until something comes about. Either way, we're smuggling. Follow me."

Solus lazily got up to make a drink at the lounge. He handed himself a glass and made a Jarwa juice with his own twist of zest. Djeal followed closely behind.

Real Name: n/a

Nickname: Solus

Age: 35

Species: Human

Height: 6ft

Weight: 200

Hair: Brown/5 0'clock shadow

Eyes: black

Sex: Male

Homeworld: (one of the core planets from what solus was told)

Alignment: Neutral

Clothing: black leather boots, brown tight pants with a red lined pattern, tight black shirt, and a coat filled with ammo

Weapons: four shot imperial shotgun, blasters, heat censured rocket gun, multi fire laser.

Non-Force User-Bounty Hunter/smuggler

Inventory: complink, dogtag with name and serial #, remote control (for ship)

Posessions: YT-1300 freighter, named "Deception"

History: The first memory that solus can remember is him being born in a cloning facility in the asteroid fields. All the cloners told him was that they cloned him for a bioweapon study on making the perfect human. Their general opinions for a godly human was a smart, energetic, sneaky, human who thought nothing of guilt, sympathy, and love. Though, when the cloners found that solus didn't live up to their "opinionated" standers, they negotiated that solus must be terminated.

Word got around to solus about the termination by a fair hearted worker. The worker said that Solus will be put in a gas chamber in 2 days, just enough time for him to make a plan.

Finally on the day of the execution, solus happily went along in the routine, walking through the hallways passing every room until... A spasmodic motion happened to solus killing both guard, a violent act on his on team (which was considered treason to both the facility law and DNA structure)

Solus ran through the rigorous hallways and made it to the freighter chamber. He hoped on a freighter and began to start up the engines. Solus pushed the thrusters. The engines roared and the pod sped forward.

his was on with his life...