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This should be easy now that I have the hang of it. Correx thought to himself. If Hayley words were true about size not mattering than he can see no problem why he shouldn’t be able to lift a chair. However he just can’t drop the chair especially if it is that old which put pressure on him. First he concentrated on feeling the presence of the force. Letting flow around and through him almost in acceptance of it. Similar to what he had done to the pebble he expanded his mind, releasing another connection between himself and the chair through the force. He felt it but before he attempted to move it he took a moment to make sure that hurt, anger and fustratraion wouldn’t interfere even if he did fail lifting it. He kept himself calm and relaxed. He pushed for the force and moved to left the chair up. At first it did move but he persisted until it slowly lifted off the ground and held it in midair. Learning from his last mistake instead of dropping it he held it up before slowly putting it back down. He opened his eyes feeling a sense of accomplishment but not enough restraint to even move a muscle in that emotion.

Sucking it up had always been hard for Correx like most cathar but it was harder for him as he isn’t used to losing. He closed his eyes and relaxed. Like last time he slowed his mind and felt the presence of the force. Gradually he became accustomed to it again then moved out towards it. Like a tendril of his mind extanded towards the rock. He imnaged himself picking the rock up. It didn’t move. He tried again but concentrated more, keeping out all the random thoughts from his mind. He reached out, and felt what it seemed to be another presence to him. On another level of peace as he felt he took hold of it and moved it. The pebble wobbled and gradually lifted. It was at head height where he held there for a fews seconds before losing concentration and the pebbled fell down. Correx opened one eye hoping that he would get approval.

Correx stared at the pebble while he listened to her. She made it look so easy. He doesn’t even know where to begin. What the hell does reaching out with you mind mean? He didn’t do that while he fought the kiltik as far as hes concerned. He closed his eye again to help him visualise what he is doing. He calmed himself again into a trance, listening to the still small constant wisper. Feeling it all around him. It is quiet literally everywhere and he hadn’t realised it. He felt the pebble infront of him even though he can’t see it. Keeping himself focused as if he was hunting, visualising everything in his head he mentally reached out towards the pebble almost physically doing it. Imagining himself grabbing and lifting the pebble up however he knew it did not move. Again he tried but more intensely, lifting it up and holding it. Again it remained stubborn on the ground. Growing a little annoyed he tried again but resulted the same. Fourth attempt and it still didn’t move. Without realising it he grew angry and he lashed out at it feeling a connection between himself and the rock. It moved across the floor. Correx opened his eyes and breathed heavily knowing that he did the complete opisite of what he was meant to do. Failing the task he looked down a bit ashamed.

Correx sat down infront of Hayley, thinking about the question. Anger is that one emotion that gave him strength. He lightly squeezed Haley’s hand before closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe. And exhaled. After he had his breathing under control to the point he doesn’t have to think about it. Let’s start at the beginning. Correx pushed his mind to the very first memory he had of anger. It was when he was 5 year old and between another cathar they were fighting over a stick. Such a petty thing now only made him laugh. But he was looking for the reason why he got so angry over it. Self interest seemed to be the obvious answer there. Correx recalled another memory year later when he had matured. A time when he could claim his own tree. Another fight with a cathar over an object. Self interest. Months later he remembers a time when he killed another cathar for a mate. Shame, guilt and anger built up in Correx. He didn’t get caught but the scar stayed. Memory after memory passed through him until he reached the blood hunt. The hatred and anger he had towards the kiltik and he realised himself. How he had gotten himself into the the situation. If he did survive the encounter he wouldn’t be able to survive the shame. He would rather die. He replied the scene over and over again. He lashed out at the giant kiltik. Channeled the force through his arm and sent the bug flying. It gave him so much satisfaction and then killing the rest of them with nothing but two knifes and claw. That’s it. I put myself higher than everyone else. I find it shameful not to be the best. Most of his memories good and bad came to that conclusion and upon finding the answer His rage immediately vanished. Letting go of his self pride left him quiet. Into a calm state. Almost peaceful. He forced himself to relax more to the point that random thoughts did not race through his head. To be still. Gradually a foreign feeling seeped into his mind. Starting off very queit. It moved slowly. It put him into a peaceful trance. It enveloped him and made connection to everything around him but still seperate. To him it felt like an individual touching his mind. It started speaking to him but not with words but through... Almost like emotions and feelings but far from it. It’s calls him and he understands it. He feels it around and through him. A piercing but carefull energy that revolves around everything.

Correx didn’t see the humor but he didn’t press for it. Well until she said her real name. His ears slightly flattened in annoyance, not understanding why she did such a thing once again however, he did not question why even knowing that he would never know the answer like most questions in life. He learnt to live with that which put a of humility in him. Along the road he learnt what he could. About the culture and environment. He thought it would have more green. Even though plants, grass and trees are scattered in groups across the horizon but it seemed dry. Maybe he is just used to Cathar where the whole planet was basically a jungle but he still expected a bit more life on a planet where he sees the Jedi as preserving life. Probably the planet had been to war and that war layed waste across the surface. He did not ask Hayley. Another time. Approaching the Jedi temple, Correx concluded that it did seem as a very old structure. Its general shape is a pyramid, something he would have to get used to. Hayley indicated him to leave his knifes at the front which he did without question. Then she showed him to a large chamber filled with seats. Being in the temple made him a little uncomfortable like many places. Urbanisation isn’t particularly his favourite environment. He missed the twisted trees of Cathar where the homes are built into. Once again he would have to get used to it. He very well may be living here. He watched Hayley walked towards the middle of the room as she asked a question. “Well I guess, when I was little I always like most of my kind we dreamed of having the ‘power’ of the force. But unlike most I had been gifted however, at the time I have disregarded it. Until I was 19 years of age. It was during a blood hunt, celebrating Sylvar a Jedi a while back. My group or streak if you will travelled to a nest of kiltik. Because it was close to the ground my streak decided to ambush them from above. Like always I felt the adrenaline run through me just before we attacked. Because in past years we had been so successful in eradicating he has not planned throughly. Which resulted us being surrounded. It was only ten minuets into the brawl when we knew defeat was unavoidable so we tried to run but we couldn’t. They were everywhere. By this time only me and three others were still alive. There were fifty of us. Shame and anger built up in me. My natural instincts were to flee as fast as I could but there was no where to go. Those emotions built and built until I heard it in my head. It said to me ‘crush them’. Instinctively I pointed my palm at a 30 meters tall kiltik. An energy traveled through my body and I lashed it out to the giant bug and it went flying. A new kind of anger grow in me. It grow absolute hatred to the kiltik and I enjoyed slaughtering them with a newfound strength that awakened in me. After that when I went back home it became clear to me that my dream came true. I actually am a force sensative. From there I decided I will dedicate myself to discover it.”

Remembering his all to new manners he replied, “Thank you Helen Nekka. My name is Correx Lilu and yes I have come to commit myself to the order.” He made sure his knifes were in their sheaths before walking along the dirt road. Expecting to be escorted by Helen.

The assault fighter, Hunter as it came to be known arrived as Ossus. A seemingly peaceful planet in the eyes of Correx, as to be expected however. The centre of jedi. Correx steered his ship through the atmosphere and onto a landing pad on ground with the permission of the mainframe. I made it. Three words that danced in his head. Before he jumped out of his fighter he brushed himself off, making himself presentable. Shorts and a sling probably wasn’t going to be considered presentable but it’s all he has. He deactivated the air lock and the front hatch opened up. Fresh air filled the ship instead of the stale recycled air. A good enough welcome party for him. He climbed out the hull and dropped to the ground.

Identity Real Name: Correx Lilu A.K.A: Young hunter Homeworld: Cathar Species: Cathar Physical Description Age:27 Height:2.1 metres Weight:199kg Hair: fur: gold/brown, striped down. Skin colour: yellow/gold, brown striped Eyes:gold/yellow Sex:Male Equipment Clothing:Dark brown shorts, utility sling. Weapon:Dual homemade hunting knifes (teethed) Common inventory: 48hour of food, 20 metres string, paper, pen. Faction information: Force User, Force sensitive or Non-Force User: Force sensative Alignment: Current Faction Affilaition: Current Faction Rank: History: Force side: Light Trained by: n/a Trained who: n/a Known Skills: n/a Background: Born and rised on Cather, quiet a long time after the mandorlians had invaded, the Cather repopulate their home world. He grow up as a great warrior. Learnt to fight and hunt and exceeded in both. Some believed he was going to be his species elder the way he flew to the top. He became known amount his people hence he got the title ‘young hunter.’ It was when he was 19 on a blood hunt celebrating Sylvar. This was when he learnt of his force sensitive powers. Throwing a kiltik back a distance with the force. Knowing what he could potentially become he searched for the Jedi order. Ship registration: Name:Hunter Class: fighter/light freighter Model: Assault Aggressor Manufacture: triton inc. Length: 20m passengers: 8 Pilots: 1 Armaments: 2 heavy laser cannons, 1 ion cannon. Twin 6 holster proton missles. Armor: Z-9 deflector shield. Anti-Personnel Defences: n/a Appearance: Modifications: 10 bleed off vents. FourX ion engine, three Quadex power cores, extended vanes.