White Raider
It had been three standard days since Jakkor left Nal Hutta and his new found friends. It had been nothing but him,his black Eta 2 actis class interceptor,and two weeks worth of supplies. For the past three days Jakkor had been wandering the galaxy as if he had been in exile. He had seen nothing but the cold darkness of space,and the illumination of distant stars. To pass the time as the fighter drited off he would go into deep meditation to gain some sense of peace. He often thought to himself. 'I wonder which is worse. Surviving the Clone Wars,or waking up 800 years after a long nap only to wander the galaxy with no plan,no master,and nowhere to go in a chaotic and lawless galaxy.' He sighed to himself hoping the force would will a better purpose suited for him other than wandering around the galaxy like some nomad.