Space

[Kautra Nadio]

the "Kootan" slowly drifted through the void, its engines cold from the long slumber in the freezing clutchs of the vastness of space. Kautra sat on his sleeping mat, in a cross legged position. He had maintained his meditative trance for some time, digging deeper into the mysteries of the Force. His attempt to unlock the secrets of the force, were not in vain. He was able to open his mind further, and expand his abilities to a new limit. Though there was still much that he needed to learn, and in no way did his new abilities make him a master of the force.

 

"Well" he said quietly to Neada, his companion Vornskr, "its time to awaken from this dream of ours, I since the Jedi Order need us." He slowly rose to his feet, his joints popping and creaking as he did so... sitting for so long, his body became tired and weak. Neada rose to her feet as well, stretching her body, and yawning deeply.

 

Kautra watched her do so, and smiled in a way that only a mustifarian could. His blackend skin stretching in an unnatural way for a mustfarian face. He walked to where Neada was stretching and patted her furry head, as he fed her what little food he coud muster up in that short period of time.

 

It had been some time since his ship was brought to full power. The main lights flickered and flashed as the crackeled into life. Casting unfamiliar shadows on the walls and roof. The main heater in the ship began to vibrate into function. Shooting a thin layer of dust in the stale air of the ship. Kautra coughed slightly, for he was standing infront of one of the vents when the heater kicked on.

 

The ship creaked in a familiar way, that reminded Kautra of the first time he turned the power on when he first aquired the ship... another unnatural smile fell apon his face again. The smile drifted as he took his spot in the captians seat. The holo screen flicked on, showing his current location in the void of space. His current location was unknown to him, he had drifted further then he had thought. As the ship slowly came back to life, Kautra sat and debated where the force was to take him next.

 

After a few hours of meditation he opened his eyes and inputted the corods for the Helix Staion, where the force was pulling him

Edited November 24, 2008 by Guest

[Doran Krote]

Doran, was sitting in the cockpit of his ship as it drifted through space. He looked out towards the never ending abyss in front of him. After he snapped out of that he set a course for Coruscant. He needed to get to the Imperial Spire, which wouldn't be much of a challenge. Doran took off his helmet, smoothed his hair down and set his helmet down next to him. He let out a yawn as Coruscant came into view.

[Xae-Lin Ardel]

As soon as the entourage of Jedi and Alliance ships were safely hurtling towards their destination via hyperspace, Xae unbuckled from the pilots seat & motioned for Trip to follow her.

 

She led him to the ship's common area and motioned for him to sit down. Her face was drawn and quite serious. The whole situation situation reminded her of the last combat situation that she'd entered into with her last padawan.

 

Then again, she reminded herself, we're not exactly going up against the Arach'tar again. Her face unconciously scrunched in horrible rememberance of being wrended apart at the molecular level.

 

"Jarin," she began quietly, "as I'm sure you're likely aware by now that there are peace talks currently going on that are being hosted by the Empire." She paused, wondering for a moment if it really was such a good idea to bring him with her. Then she thought of how fearlessly he'd thrown himself in to battle to defend her, she knew that she should put more faith in the Force and in her new padawan and decided that her worries were unfounded.

 

"Also you know that I've been assigned a mission by the Grandmaster,"Xae finished, going on to bring her padawan up to speed on what she knew of the mission so far. ((Check your PMs))

 

"I have some research to do and information I need to gather before we arrive and I would like you to complete some flight sims while we are enroute so you can familiarize yourself with the ship you'll be flying. You can find everything that you need in the ships computer," she concluded, standing then walking over to a storage unit and bringing out a sim helm so he could practice.

 

She left him to his practice and set about gathering what bits of intellegance she could from the Jedi's contacts and other sources about information pertinant to the mission. She spent the rest of the trip compiling what data she could on the mission's objective target.

 

A few hours later the computer beeped and burbled to indicate that they had arrived at Bilbringi.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

(From the Last Call Thread)

 

The Dreadfully Unpleasant and Very Unholy Chariot of Unwarranted Suffering was the most fearsome and evil looking, and evil, spacecraft in the history of evil, and among the written and oral histories of spacecraft design. It was genuinely more evil than any Death Star or Suncrusher, or even the Executor itself, or a Borg Cube, or any Exael Class Fighter built by the renowned evil Lord Norithan Shirak of Curst. One day, Ar-Pharazon saw a skull flying through space on its own volition. The DUVUCUS was more evil than that too, and it sailed through hyperspace like a bullet fired from a huge gun, towards a wizened sultan's unprotected cranium.

 

Inside this evil ship, Ar-Pharazon shed his disgusting robe, which had had covered his body throughout this disgusting episode. He had it burned and then ejected the remaining ashes into space. Outer Space had always been an attractive dumping ground for Ar-Pharazon, and over the course of years, he had littered enough garbage to coat an entire moderately sized planet. After the littering, a shower was definitely in order. It was a nice hot contrast to the bacta tank, and it loosened up his muscles.

 

He finished and dried himself, and rummaged through his wardrobe for one of many custom designed dark jumpsuits. He filled his prosthetic arm storage compartments with various drugs and supplies for emergency medical treatment and then donned a midnight black cape, which pinned together atop his chest, underneath an expensive silver-colored breast plate. His matching silver boots looked like the shoes Zeus would wear, when murdering a nation. His silver gauntlets were then fitted over his hands, locking into his jumpsuit three inches above his wrists with small fine golden clips. His wardrobe was made fire resistant, for unforeseeable adventures involving fire that may pop up along the way at him or by him. His belt is full of small tools and pills, which can provide a plethora of predictable and some less predictable bodily and mental effects. Two red bladed lightsabres hung at his sides, from his belt, with another one hidden in his prosthetic arm. A small collection of throwing knives was also placed throughout his belt, some of them coated with poisons, and some not, for those boring non-combat situations. Fully suited, Ar-Pharazon stepped over to a cabinet.

 

He opened a golden compartment full of several small bottles labeled ”˜poison' in various dark colors, and he unscrewed the caps and proceeded to down each one individually, as he has done for years, to retain those immunities and resistances towards less enjoyable substances. He also swallowed up some diseased meat and a few very poisonous orchids. He opened up a sealed bag labeled ”œstem cells”

[Starfire]

Despite the fact of being roughly the equivalent of a country bumpkin in space, nothing really significant happened within the transport as Kale rode his way to Coruscant.

 

(Bowels of Coruscant)

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust's ship speeds through hyperspace, as the Hunter contemplates his next destination. Coruscant was a failure, and mostly, he admitted through clenched teeth, because of his carelessness in using the Force. He remembered the days before he was trained, when he specialized in hunting them. Now he felt sickened, relying on his powers like a crutch. At that, he stares at his cybernetic arm, flexing it.

 

Yet what fool throws away power when it is there? Would you go back to being powerless, dependant on some overgrown worm to avoid being tossed around like a rag doll?

 

He contemplates his next move. Allies to gain? Assaults to launch? No, something simpler. He smiles and punches in a change in coordinates. Revenge, and repaying an old debt would amuse him until something came to light. Besides, the rest of the Sith Order was sure to be acting on his orders, and playing with those captive Jedi would give him an open hand, unlike his role in the Jedi's inner circles. Mon Calamari would suit his desires just fine.

[Clash]

((OOC:I'm confused so I'll just post here))

 

Clash set a course for Tatooine, for a job prospect and for a little vacation of sorts. If he gets the job though he would set for life. Clash pulled a little on the throttle and then he was gone.

[Guest]

"Secure the ship for hyperspace Whisper."

 

*Marcus Cole sat at the pilot's station in the Críonnacht and stared into space. There wasn't much to look at. He and Whisper, his R-6 unit, had been taking readings of the Black Bantha for months now. The dense protostar provided two opportunities. The first of which was the fact that the nav charts around it needed to be updated constantly to take into account the drift of asteroids, pockets of radioactive dust and who know what else that wandered the nebula seemingly at random. The second was that his contact had claimed to set a meeting here.*

 

*A seeries of beeps and whistles issued from the rear of the ship.*

 

"Yes, yes. Bring the backup generator back on standby."

 

*Marcus had lowered his secondary shields so they wouldn't charge the gas around him. The Críonnacht was perfect for this sort of work. Like many other Mon Cal craft it had reinforced shields, a backup hyperdrive and redundant defense systems. With all the debries that filled the neerly pitch black protostar, charting safe courses could put the ship in a pleathora of navigation hazards. The down side was that he needed to dissable the secondary shielding to get a good sensor sweep. In space the shields would be no hinderence. Here they were just enough to charge the local gases and create a sort of sensor fog.*

 

*Whisper rolled back into the cockpit and plugged himself in.*

 

*Marcus set a hard burn and brought the hyper drive online. As the ship cleared the mass shadow and entered hyperspace, he pulled up a novel on the computer.*

 

"At least I can get some reading done."

[Ulan]

Confined to private quarters, Ulan rested his weak body and focused on willing his muscles to heal. "Wiggle your middle toe," he said to himself. His feet had not been working properly ever since he had woken in the hallway at the Rebel base. "Wiggle your middle toe."

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Massive trees stretch far into the distance creating a daytime darkenss with their shade. In a small clearing, perched on a rotting stump, sits Ulan meditating. The Force swirls around his small body, but the peace and power exuding from him can be felt by even the lowest life forms in the forest. Creatures of all kinds: insects, mammals, reptiles, etc. seem to gravitate towards Ulan. Life in general quickens as his meditation grows deeper.

 

From the long dead stump sprouts small twigs and leaflets. Gradually, branches begin to form wrapping themselves around Ulan, lifting him upwards. The trunk expands and drops seeds causing more trees to grow. The branches of this central tree have become as thick as most other tree trunks. Ulan now sits hundreds of feet in the air, but the growing has not stopped. The seedlings, sprung from the creator tree, grow quickly intertwining with each other, forming levels of solid single branches as they climb higher into the atmosphere.

 

The central tree begins to spread outwards, somehow always leaving room for the other smaller trees growing around it. Rooms develop inside this massive living organism. The creatures that had croweded around Ulan on the forest floor now walk inside the tree, they evolve, grow, and learn to communicate with one another. A city forms, made entirely of trees, plants, and animal life. The leaves grow a hard protective coating to shield the animals from deadly outside forces.

 

Ulan still locked in a trance floats downwards off of the central tree and sits peacefully down on the top level of branches. Without opening his eyes, without even saying a word, the small green man fades away, leaving nothing but his robes and lightsaber.

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Ulan's big toe finally wiggles, "Good, now, these other piggies wiggle shall they."

[Alora]

The Sundered Heart surfed it's way through hyperspace on it's way to it's destination. It's occupants had programmed in various random jumps so as not to be followed.

[Menthu]

So there was this ship. Inside of this ship, was a man. This man took his ship through hyperspace with enough power to level at least half a city. Yet such power did not concern the man, as he did not fear such a thing. Instead, he was almost on auto pilot during the entire adventure. Caring not if there were those who followed.

 

He was going to a place that could ever well limit his over all power, as he was the master of fire. The living embodiment of the flame and truth of the universe. Yet his destination would be describe as some to be an icy hell. Others call it home. It was of no matter to him as he tore through hyperspace anyway.

[The Mouth of Ar-Pharazon]

The Mouth of Ar-Pharazon was in his hideous ship, formally titled the Trifearium VI VI VI, which was designed by the galaxy's worst minds, and that sheer fact about his craft made him very happy ”“ but not cheerful happy; rather a demonic, cruel ”œI'm going to curb-stomp a child”

[Joreel Ordo]

Hartel's fighter was zooming across space when he felt a fluxuation in the force, and he heard the voice of a person, female by the sound of it, or a castrati, calling to him, asking for him to go to Dantooine. Hartel tried as he could to shake the words but decided to not ignore the force, his destiny awaited, on Dantooine.

 

He plotted a different course and entered hyperspace to go to Dantooine.

[Darex Trevelian]

A medium-sized ship, named the Might Star, which Darex thought personally was a very stupid name for a ship, traveled through hyperspace for twenty standard minutes, then dropped into realspace in the middle of nowhere.

 

The Jedi Master needed to send some messages. After powering up the communications suite, he proceeded to first send a message to the Republic. He knew the captain that had assisted him would have reported to his superiors by now, but he wanted to inform them of the actions he was planning to take.

 

The second message was the one he was more hesitant to send. This one went out to a certain Mandalorian bounty hunter of some small fame, regarding work. Both comms were given high security.

 

While he waited for a response, Darex meditated, relaxing into the Force. He didn't want to take a wrong step.

[Moon Knight]

A message came in for Darex Trevelian.

 

"Jedi Trevelian, this is ShadowFett. I'm interested. I'll be at the Last Call."

 

End comm.

[Darex Trevelian]

The message he had been waiting for arrived. It was short and to the point, which was what Darex had expected from a Mandalorian and a bounty hunter.

 

He shook his head ruefully and punched in the coordinates to the navicomputer. After a few minutes, he jumped into hyperspace.

[Gavin Ryaro]

As the Ace Sabre hurtled through hyperspace at speeds unfathomable to sentinents, Gavin began his new apprentice's training. First things first, he needed to know how exactly he would be training the apprentice.

 

"In order to give you a better training I need to know what exactly it is you hope to accomplish during your training and where you feel the Force is leading you." He leaned back in his chair before continuing. "In the ways of the Jedi there are six different paths that a padawan has to choose from. The guardian, the sentinel, the consular, the naturalist, the ace, and the exorcist. I myself am a sentinel. In order for you to make an educated decision I will explain the six different paths.

 

The Jedi Guardian is the Knight Protector of the Jedi Order. The Guardian acts as the shield to protect the others in the order. They are the first into battle, and often do the dirty work. They wear the strongest armor, obtained themselves or crafted by a skilled Consular. They are to be considered extraordinarily durable, having developed methods with the force to survive in the most impossible conditions. Guardians have a tendency to be exceedingly hard to kill, having bodies like steel and determination to match. They can learn means of protecting themselves, to reflect the pain of a wound onto its cause, and to become a hand of the Unifying Force. The Guardian seeks Harmony with the Body.

 

The Jedi Sentinel is the diplomatic face of the Jedi Order. Sentinels are generally charismatic, negotiators for the Jedi. They are crafty, and though they prefer in peaceful conflict resolution they are more than prepared to end one by less peaceable means. He is tactical, quick, and elusive; dependant on the unexpected. Many of his skills have to do with robbing the enemy of his strengths, to make him an easier target to subdue. He will use Mind Tricks, Masquerade, Illusionry, and, at times, the Strength of others to complete their missions. The Sentinel is a mediator, and his mastery of the force is focused primarily on restriction of the enemy's mind. The Sentinel Seeks Harmony with the Mind.

 

The Jedi Consular is the heart of the Jedi Order. They hold the supporting roles, mending and providing for the greater part of the order. Their skills are usually visible to the eye, being able to use the force to achieve effects that would be otherwise impossible. They can do many things to aid their comrades, healing their wounds, unleashing their abilities via Symbiotic equipment, or harnessing the power of the light side itself. Consulars can specialize in several different fields, including Thaumaturgy, Healing, and Symbiosis. The Consular seeks Harmony with the Light Side of the Force.

 

The life of the worlds we live in is the business of the Jedi Naturalist. Non-sentient beings are perfect in their minds, for they are the only beings that will create harmony of their own accord. And so it becomes the duty of the Naturalist Jedi to try to maintain this most delicate balance of nature, through a deep understanding and control of it. Reviving dead worlds, ravaged by war and urban destruction, is their endless duty. The Naturalist has many ways of harnessing Nature, from befriending animals, to manipulating plants, to creating entirely new species of plant to help protect the delicate Harmony. The Naturalist, of course, seeks harmony with Nature.

 

Harnessing the power of science is the duty of the Jedi Ace. As the technology of the galaxy becomes ever more powerful, it became an obvious leap to learn to control it in ways that a forceless mind could not. The Ace is named for his exceptional Piloting skill, but is hardly limited to that application. The Ace has an incredible knack for machinery, being able to analyze it with the force and quickly decipher mechanics. They can imbue force into technology, allowing them considerable engineering skills that far surpasses and confounds any normal creation. Lastly, and most amazingly, they can find force signatures inside some Artificial Intelligences. The Jedi Ace seeks Harmony with Machine.

 

The Jedi Exorcists are a group of Jedi made from necessity, for as the Sith grow in power--so must the Jedi learn to combat them. The exorcists are a select group of elites, whose order is scarcely known of. Their powers are great, but their uses are restricted to one purpose alone: The eradication of the Dark Side. To become an Exorcist, one must first take a Trial of Exorcism, a rigorous test that can only be given by an existing Exorcist--a means of keeping the dangerous hands only in those who would be fit to use them properly. In passing this trial, they earn the power to Exorcise the Dark Side, an ability that takes many forms. The Exorcist seeks Harmony with the Dark Side of the Force.

 

It is important that you take time in your choice as it will affect how you are trained and what you learn in the training I will give you. It is also important to remember that once you achieve Master status you are allowed to take on a second class in order to better serve the Jedi Order and the Force. Now, choose."

[Ulan]

"Hmmmm..."

 

Each of the classes had their own uniqueness, but Ulan could also see how they all worked together to form an Order that existed for one purpose. He also realized though, that many of the classes would not fit his personality.

 

His joints were still a little stiff after the lightsaber workout back in the training room. Out is Jedi Guardian, and after years alone in the forests passed me by technology has. The Ace, Guardian, and Exorcists classes he knew would not be his place within the order. Between two classes, Naturalists and Consular, I must decide.

 

From Gavin's descriptions, these two classes seemed to Ulan like the only logical fit for a being like him within the Order. Obvious to me a people person I am not, so he determined a Sentinel he would not be.

 

He sat silently and stretched out slightly with his feelings not reaching for the Force, although it came quietly into his mind nonetheless, but for memories. Years ago when Ulan had attempted to join the Jedi these classes had not existed, and had they he would have been even more clueless about where to place himself. Life had prepared him for this decision however. The Force had its reasons for everything, a fact that Ulan was quickly learning, and his years of isolation had prepared him for joining the Jedi at this moment in history.

 

"The Naturalists lifestyle suits me best I believe. Years of experience with nature do I have, and within that class would I be most comfortable and greatest used by the Jedi, I believe."

[Sith Gene Starri]

The Vengeance, or what was left of it, came into space above Mimban. Only an insane man would pilot something so hazardous into the vacuum of space, but at this point Gene would rather die than remain another day on the barren rock that had been his life. In moments of rash decisions he had learned to go forward without a care in the world, an odd sense of serenity permeated this insanity.

 

"Off to Coruscant," he said to the decomposed companion-head he had kept all these years with an evil grin on his face as activated the hyperdrive. Sparks flew out of the terminals and the screens blew out as more unimportant panels fell of the edges of the ship.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

He had double checked himself and his ship, and had made sure he had carried nothing away but knowledge from the meeting. Still on the edge of hi thoughts he still felt”¦. Paranoid. It was of little matter however, as he made his last and final random hyperspace jump. It was time to check in on the Jedi. For all intents and purposes now, his life was even more devoted to them now than it could have possibly been before hand. If such a statement could be made.

 

Plugging in the coordinates he made his last jump.

[Wranorn]

The Jaded Life slipped out of hyperspace, and drifted slowly through the void. Wranorn set the auto-pilot and walked over to the star maps the were displayed across the walls.

 

He was checking the last known location of his next target. His target was a small time smuggler, that had double crossed a small time gangster. A red light flashed over the planet of Dagobah.

 

The information that Wranorn had, was that the smuggler had a safe-house located in the dence jungles of the planet, and it was Wranorn's job to find him, and dispose of the double crosser. Wranorn wasnt the best at what he did, but it paid the bills, and put food on the table.

 

"Well, I guess I have to head there, I hate that planet" Wranorn said with a sigh

 

With a few clicks, and beeps, the Jaded Life shot back into hypersapce

[Kautra Nadio]

A small ship darted through space a light speed.

 

((Haruun Kal))

[Brina Thalin]

A Link freighter traverses the galaxy through the alternate dimension of hyperspace, only occasionally entering realspace momentarily for a course change.

 

Brina sat back in her seat. "Well, that's all there is to it, Mellanie. Not that hard; the computer does most of it. But you did well. Can you imagine doing all that math they used to have to do to figure out the way? Or jumping blindly like the old hyperspace explorers?"

 

She winked at Zara. "It stimulates the imagination." Brina would have loved to be one of those ancient explorers. It required such daring and nerve, and they knew that anytime they jumped, they could end up in a star.

[Zara Nargal]

Zara grinned back at Brina "It does," then told the twins to enter the last set of co-ordinates that would take them to Yehveshi Minor. Turning back towards Brina she added, "I had some communications from a Disra Qwinn from one of the five houses there. She's the heiress to the Qwinn House from what I could make out. She's wanting to have the arrangement with us so that we bring the Casino by the planet at certain times of the year. It sounds like a nice planet and this holiday is on them so we can see what their resort offers."

 

The twins again pulled the lever after having been checked on the co-ordinates, the freighter entering hyperspace through a flash of streaking lights.

 

"Who knows Brina, we might find some other ideas to expand on for our business."

[Joreel Ordo]

Hartel placed the ship in autopilot as soon as the appropriate course was planned. Hops and all were placed in the system to make his route damn near impossible to track. John clicked the controls into place and made his way into the rear of the shuttle where Mace was.

 

"I think you may be ready for your first bit of training Mace, and since we have the time, I think we should start with a Jedi basic. Telekenisis."

 

Hartel bent down to come to face level with the youth.

 

"Are you ready to begin?"

[Ara-Lai Kaipi]

Ara made her way through space, carefully navigating with the assistance of her sword, Sanare.

[Mace Loathay]

Mace nodded. "Ready."

[Commissar Holt]

Commissar Holt stood in the center of the recreation bay, as three of his lieutenants slowly circled him. Each was armed with a fencing foil, and was poised to strike. The commissar turned slowly with the circle, keeping each from getting directly behind him. A sudden blur to his left prompted him to dodge and thrust, and he heard a satisfying jolt drop the lieutenant to his knees. Fencing matches were more entertaining with the new stun-foils. He kept his eyes fixed between his two remaining foes, allowing his peripheral vision to monitor their body language. He pressed them gradually, advancing slowly, until one gave ground directly into a wall. He lunged, slamming his lieutenant into the bulkhead with a second jolt. The remaining opponent, XO Jorgen, was easily the best of the three, and held his ground. They circled, shifting stances to match each other, until the comm cut in.

 

”œCommissar Holt, your reassignment has come through.”

[Joreel Ordo]

Hartel looked to Mace, and began to gather the force to him while he spoke.

 

"Telekinesis is a trait many Jedi use. We use it for protection, for tactics, for offense, even for fun. It is a useful tool that is always handy. Now, I will show you how to do it, and watch me through the force, gather it's energy to you as you did before."

 

John took his hand and swayed it up and a container on the other side of the room lifted from its desk and into the air.

 

"Now do you see how the force is used here. It is helping me by bringing that object into the air, and if I want it to come to me all I must do is ask the force for it."

 

And with that note the container zoomed to Hartel's hand.

 

"Now, your turn."

[Rodya]

The blue tube of hyperspace wrapped around the ship carrying the two hunters. Rodya leaned back in his pilot's seat and breathed a deep sigh. As they were leaving the planet Wranon had revealed the details of Rodya's imprisonment. It was all extremely shocking and hard to believe of Dunya, but now in the solitude of space Rodya let all of his worries drift away.

 

It also helped that he was beginning to feel much better physically compared to when he had woken up a few hours before. Xen-Que's tricks were making his muscles feel strong and healthy. Air passed deep into his lungs, and he could feel the blood once again flowing freely through his veins.

 

Wait, why did Poleb's magic work on me? he thought to himself. It hadn't dawned on him earlier. He was too concerned with other things. His little healing technique shouldn't have worked, unless...

 

An implant had long ago been inserted into Rodya's brain to take advantage of his specie's natural ability to resist the Force. The only two reasons his implant wouldn't have worked were if the implant was damaged or if Poleb had been a particularly powerful man. Otherwise, Xen's healing magic shouldn't have worked. It was a thought that made Rodya slightly nervous. Until this point he had not met a Force user powerful enough to surpass the implant's abilities. Because of this, he had never learned the limits of his own power. Luckily, in this instance, the implant's failure did not result in Rodya's demise. A little shaken by these thoughts, Rodya decided to search for some answers.

 

"Wranon," Rodya said, standing up, "come with me." Rodya led Wranon into the back of the ship, and as they walked he asked, "What exactly were you doing on that planet back there?"

 

Rodya's question was, however, a mere ice breaker. Rodya didn't want the kid to be too shaken by what he would ask of Wranon next...

 

((I think we'll have a couple more posts here in the space thread than I had thought. Just play along.

 

EDITED: I forgot Poleb told me his name. Changed out of respect to him and his blademaster status))