Beldorion III slithered his way down his Sail Barge on to the lands of Curoscant. He was a sight to behold, an enigma. A kind Hutt who was making his way to become Jedi. His hands were resting upon his stomach, were his lightsaber hung from his "waist" cord. A large smile beset his face, noticeable to everyone. It still didn't stall the cause for alarm, Hutts were still stereotyped as ruthless crimelords. Beldorion though wasn't as ruthless. Although he was raised to embrace crime, he never really did well with murder. Then there came his discovery of the force. He knew that his grandparent had been a Jedi, but fell to the darkside. This then became a challenge, an achievement for Beldorion to overcome. He would become Jedi, and not fall like his ancestor. So then he searched for Master's Ben Watts, and Teferi Efreet to accept him into the order as a Padawan learner. The exiled Jedi he had met taught him some things in the force, but the training was minimal, the only truelly useful information given was the names of the Jedi Masters attempting to rebuild the Order, and where they were headed. Of course it was Curoscant! A planet with so much history, a planet as old as Galactic civilization itself. But upon reaching the planet, he realized he was at a loss of finding them. So then he attempted to tap into his abilities to sense other force sensitives. He had to close his eyes in concentration. He hoped he could find them.