His eyes snapped open with a jerk as he was startled awake. The emptiness in his chest had him absently rubbing the scar under his white button up shirt. His other hand dropped his ship from hyperspace as he punched in the last leg of his trip. The corellian freighter leaped once more into hyperspace.
Leaning bag into the pilot's seat he swiveled his chair without thinking and glanced at the empty chair in the cockpit. A ghost of an image hovered in his vision, piercing green eyes that haunted him. "Are you alive beautiful?" Sighing at the frugal action he ran a hand over his face, to wipe the grit from his eyes not the beads that with anyone else would have been called tears.
Shaking himself from such dark thoughts he turned back to stare into the streaking lights of hyperspace. Closing his eyes to rest he opened them quickly as the after image opened fresh wounds as memory united the streaking stars with the flashing of turbolasers that pounded his temple, the jedi temple, from orbit.
His blue lightsaber had carved through a troop of sith as he lead a small group of younglings who had been sent to the agriculture corps, because of their light connection to the force, from the combat zone. He had ushered them into his modified and upgraded YT-2000 but as he turned to continue to lend aid the torrential rain fell from the heavens swallowing the temple and surrounding land.
It was all he could do to get the ship away before they were annihilated too.
As far as he could tell they were the only ones to survive. With the responsibility of the thirty odd children in his ship he made for Corellia, his homeworld, to meet with Vandal Phear who was an Antarian Ranger. Vandal took the children under his wing and into his clan allowing the jedi knight to make way for the rally point.
Reaching out he dropped the ship from hyperspace and looked out the viewport. Tatooine. Where so much began for him. Again the visage of the green eyed princess haunted his mind as he got clearance to land at a small port in Mos Eisley.
Leaving the ship he snagged his vest and pulled it on while straightening the gun rig hanging from his waist. A jedi knight he may be, but the galaxy knew Ellion Corsair as a mercenary and smuggler. And he had to keep up appearances which infuriated the old masters of the order who called him cocky and a smart ass. He smirking accepted the titles and wore them with pride, another no no for the old masters.
A lopsided grin crossed his face but for a moment before the pang of loss and doubt hit him. But he was here to find out if he was the lone survivor, or if others made it out as well. Entering the cantina he swaggered to the bar and ordered a whiskey noting a slight widening of the bartender's eyes as he was recognized from a previous visit, one that had started his adventure in more ways then one.
[member="Katarine Ryiah"]
Leaning bag into the pilot's seat he swiveled his chair without thinking and glanced at the empty chair in the cockpit. A ghost of an image hovered in his vision, piercing green eyes that haunted him. "Are you alive beautiful?" Sighing at the frugal action he ran a hand over his face, to wipe the grit from his eyes not the beads that with anyone else would have been called tears.
Shaking himself from such dark thoughts he turned back to stare into the streaking lights of hyperspace. Closing his eyes to rest he opened them quickly as the after image opened fresh wounds as memory united the streaking stars with the flashing of turbolasers that pounded his temple, the jedi temple, from orbit.
His blue lightsaber had carved through a troop of sith as he lead a small group of younglings who had been sent to the agriculture corps, because of their light connection to the force, from the combat zone. He had ushered them into his modified and upgraded YT-2000 but as he turned to continue to lend aid the torrential rain fell from the heavens swallowing the temple and surrounding land.
It was all he could do to get the ship away before they were annihilated too.
As far as he could tell they were the only ones to survive. With the responsibility of the thirty odd children in his ship he made for Corellia, his homeworld, to meet with Vandal Phear who was an Antarian Ranger. Vandal took the children under his wing and into his clan allowing the jedi knight to make way for the rally point.
Reaching out he dropped the ship from hyperspace and looked out the viewport. Tatooine. Where so much began for him. Again the visage of the green eyed princess haunted his mind as he got clearance to land at a small port in Mos Eisley.
Leaving the ship he snagged his vest and pulled it on while straightening the gun rig hanging from his waist. A jedi knight he may be, but the galaxy knew Ellion Corsair as a mercenary and smuggler. And he had to keep up appearances which infuriated the old masters of the order who called him cocky and a smart ass. He smirking accepted the titles and wore them with pride, another no no for the old masters.
A lopsided grin crossed his face but for a moment before the pang of loss and doubt hit him. But he was here to find out if he was the lone survivor, or if others made it out as well. Entering the cantina he swaggered to the bar and ordered a whiskey noting a slight widening of the bartender's eyes as he was recognized from a previous visit, one that had started his adventure in more ways then one.
[member="Katarine Ryiah"]