"He's not leaving the planet without a ship."

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Jedi Temple, Coruscant; 2:34 p.m.

Gherron walked out of the temple, clutching a small braid in his hand. It was his, a symbol of the padawan. Smiling at the severed end, he stuck it in his pocket and looked around him. His shoulders carried a new weight on them, his stride was quickened and he felt more in control than ever. He was a Jedi Knight of the Republic. He'd chosen to wear his new robes, a set of brown leather ones that covered the majority of his body save for his left hand and his head. He almost began his journey to the small diner he usually went to, when he realized something. "I need a ship." Digging through his pocket, he found a chip that contained a good four thousand credits. Hopefully it would be enough to afford a decent-working ship for an upcoming knight. After all, he figured he would be sent on more dangerous missions now, and he didn't want to always be in need of a transport. He wanted a ship of his own, one that he would care for and travel the galaxy with. That in mind, he started his way over to a dealer.

@[member="Dove"]

 

[Ignatius]

I hated the ship that I had. it was a Fighter that was deployed with TGE. I used it when I was a IIB junior agent, but now that I am no longer with them, I wanted to leave my past. and it seemed that the ship was dying on my anyways. I had already sold it on the black market. I had the right amount of credits for a new ship. I had wanted to find a ship that allowed me to stretch my wings around, and a starfighter could never do that. I needed a frigate of some kind. I just hoped that I could possibly find the right one that could be used during a battle, for simple travel, and allow me to have other such things with me. I doubted that I needed a speeder, but if I could use one, it would allow me to blend in more.

@[member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Blending into the main crowd, Gherron began thinking of just what kind of ship he wanted. Something roomy, obviously. A ship that could get him to where he wanted to go, and yet had some firepower if he ever found himself in a bind. The Jedi had some good ships made for them, there was likely a vendor that had some in some spaceport nearby. Nodding to himself, he walked a little faster, anxious to finally get some wings, so to speak. All of this flowed trough his head, and he smashes directly into a man while looking upward at the sky. "Oh, Kark! I am so sorry man! You okay?"

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