Evan Kenner
The Wrong Side of Heaven
Alone at last...
It had been an eventful few weeks for Evan.
Or...was it months?
Regardless of the time, Evan felt older, wiser, and stronger from his time spent studying and training with Vassara Raxis, the rogue Jedi Knight whom taught Evan a lot that his current master still had not, including much of the history of the Jedi he missed while a student on Ossus. He discovered the path of the Gray Jedi, paved by people like Revan, Jolee Bindo, and Qui-Gon Jinn. He would follow the path, for he had grown to trust neither the Jedi Order not the Sith Empire, even if the Sith are now technically his allies in war. They still came off as power-hungry backstabbers to him.
Perhaps the most worthwhile knowledge gained from the Jedi Spacer was the knowledge of the Lightsaber. He had finally built one for himself, and could teach others, if they allowed him.
Standing beside his Aquila starfighter that he had left on Annaj prior to joining the crew of the Gypsy Caravan, Evan switched on his datapad. "Record holo. Send to [member="Nefertari Sovint"] and [member="Riuku Morvol"] upon completion" he said, beginning.
"Master Sovint. Riuku. My old friends. I only recently saw your holomessage from...goodness, a while ago. At the time, I was being held hostage aboard a Primeval Star Destroyer. I had no access, and my captors must have watched it for me so I never saw the notification upon getting it back.
"Anyway, that is not the point." The two recieving the message would notice this Evan to look different from the last one they saw, the Evan Kenner that had recently been betrayed and given in to the lure of the Dark Side. This Evan was still a bit rugged-looking, wearing some clothes that smugglers and other spacer typically wear*, a new blaster sitting comfortably on his left hip in it's holster, and even what appeared to be a lightsaber on his right. His mature-looking face looked the same, some dark hair started to grow on his chin, and whatever Dark Side matter that had taken it's toll on his face before was now gone. He looked just as healthy as he did as a Padawan of the Jedi Order.
"I have a lot to explain to you, I know. I am sorry I did not get back to you in time. Please, do not think this is a trap I am setting for you. In fact, the place I would like to meet is a beautiful world. Ithor. Not Republic space, not Sith space, nobody's space. Just their's. I'll send you the coordinates as soon as I can." Evan's face seemed sincere enough as he finished his holorecording, "I have been through much, my old friends. Please bear with me. I want your help with this."
End transmission
Evan tucked his datapad away and slowly climbed into the cockpit of his starfighter, making preparations to fly to Planet Ithor.
It had been an eventful few weeks for Evan.
Or...was it months?
Regardless of the time, Evan felt older, wiser, and stronger from his time spent studying and training with Vassara Raxis, the rogue Jedi Knight whom taught Evan a lot that his current master still had not, including much of the history of the Jedi he missed while a student on Ossus. He discovered the path of the Gray Jedi, paved by people like Revan, Jolee Bindo, and Qui-Gon Jinn. He would follow the path, for he had grown to trust neither the Jedi Order not the Sith Empire, even if the Sith are now technically his allies in war. They still came off as power-hungry backstabbers to him.
Perhaps the most worthwhile knowledge gained from the Jedi Spacer was the knowledge of the Lightsaber. He had finally built one for himself, and could teach others, if they allowed him.
Standing beside his Aquila starfighter that he had left on Annaj prior to joining the crew of the Gypsy Caravan, Evan switched on his datapad. "Record holo. Send to [member="Nefertari Sovint"] and [member="Riuku Morvol"] upon completion" he said, beginning.
"Master Sovint. Riuku. My old friends. I only recently saw your holomessage from...goodness, a while ago. At the time, I was being held hostage aboard a Primeval Star Destroyer. I had no access, and my captors must have watched it for me so I never saw the notification upon getting it back.
"Anyway, that is not the point." The two recieving the message would notice this Evan to look different from the last one they saw, the Evan Kenner that had recently been betrayed and given in to the lure of the Dark Side. This Evan was still a bit rugged-looking, wearing some clothes that smugglers and other spacer typically wear*, a new blaster sitting comfortably on his left hip in it's holster, and even what appeared to be a lightsaber on his right. His mature-looking face looked the same, some dark hair started to grow on his chin, and whatever Dark Side matter that had taken it's toll on his face before was now gone. He looked just as healthy as he did as a Padawan of the Jedi Order.
"I have a lot to explain to you, I know. I am sorry I did not get back to you in time. Please, do not think this is a trap I am setting for you. In fact, the place I would like to meet is a beautiful world. Ithor. Not Republic space, not Sith space, nobody's space. Just their's. I'll send you the coordinates as soon as I can." Evan's face seemed sincere enough as he finished his holorecording, "I have been through much, my old friends. Please bear with me. I want your help with this."
End transmission
Evan tucked his datapad away and slowly climbed into the cockpit of his starfighter, making preparations to fly to Planet Ithor.