Moonage Daydream
Last Entry in the Starchaser Datacron.
Begin Holographic Immersion.
This was the last place he wanted to be. Coren looked around and shook the stars from his head. How long had he been down? He looked around and the Tachyon Rising was in shambles. Everything aboard the ship was thrown around and he reached, looking for his lightsaber. He could feel it. A weapon that he created, one that he recently replaced the crystal in, from the orange submerged crystal to the synthcrystal, the viridian crystal that he forged himself. It was part of who he was, it was part of his family legacy. He was a Corellian, he was once of the Empire, recently of the Chiss House Phalanx, and now the Wing Executive Officer of the 174th Imperial: Warbird Wing.
That was what he did know. What he wasn’t recognizing was where he was. Standing in the ship, he shook his head and removed the helmet of his armor. He was far from a traditional Force user. He was a Warbird. That meant he lived in his ship. He lived in any ship. The Dawn Treader was home, and the Tachyon Rising was an extension of himself. He built the ship from the ground up, purposed it for himself. For himself and Kelly.
Where was she? He looked around and wind was blowing through the broken viewport of his ship. This was a terrible dream. That was all it was. But he knew better. The Dark Jedi was nearing his acesesion to Master under his instructors, one of the Sith, one of the Krath and one who walked the path in between. This third was the path that Coren chose for himself. He was here to balance the equation in the dark side. To keep any one side from rising too far. This was a lesson the Chiss had taught, that no one could control everything, and as much as outsiders were unwelcome in the Chiss, sometimes you needed to learn from them all.
That was what Coren was used to. The man was the quartermaster of the team and he was here, in the Unknown Regions, running vanguard for the Dawn Treader as she made her way deeper away from Csillia. He was feeling out the hyperspace lanes. This was something he was good at. Between this, finding solutions and finding gear? Coren’s skill set was really a support role.
Standing up, he checked his weapons. Adjustable sniper laser rifle on his back, Power Five on his hip, lightsaber in hand. Armor assembled and on. He was doing fine. As for who was with him? Kelly was aboard the ship. Walking over, he called for her. His voice strained. The wind whipping through the ship. It was dark. There was rain. This was not the good kind of rain. There was something… false about it.
Where the feth was he?
“Kelly, c’mon, wake up!” He ordered, reaching out into the Force and throwing a jolt at her, an energizing jolt to fill her with the Force, to wake her cells and her mind up. Lily could pull the Force away from things, Coren could push it into things. Not midichlorian manipulation, but revitalizing. It was one of the tricks he had learned. He kept people from fighting and kept his own people fighting. A mixture of draining the Force, stunning enemies and charging others, he controlled how everyone continued on. But right now? He had no clue what he was even supposed to do. He shook his wife awake. And things started to come back to him. Jared and Kaia were aboard the Treader, they hardly came when Coren was doing his hyperspace thing. He was finding maps, making sure to keep away from the Lords of Fringe space and especially the Sith Empire. He didn’t want to get involved in those groups, and neither did Lily, nor Scall.
“Wh-what happened?” Kelly asked as she slowly got to her feet. She grabbed the back of the navigator’s seat and steadied herself.
“Don’t know. Somethin’s out there though. Can feel it.” Coren nodded and turned towards the viewports. The beacon was on, he knew that much. When any of the Home Ships crashed, even fighters, they set off a beacon, so that the ship could be salvaged, and hopefully people rescued. They were living on the edge, and while some groups shared water, the ship parts were the resource of choice from the Dawn Treader. And it’d only been a few years since they picked up the machine shop.
What he didn’t know, was what he was going to do. Looking at Kelly, he saw she was bleeding. Feth.
Bits and pieces were coming back to him. Coren was here, he was making sure the space was secure for the Treader, this world was a rally point and the ImpStar and her support vessels, mainly fighters and a few shuttles would make their way to the next point, a Chiss moon that needed assistance. But now? Was this even the rally point? Coren stepped to the NavComp and tried to access it. The system was blinking in and out.
And he could feel the Force.
That was what it was.
Darkness.
Begin Holographic Immersion.
This was the last place he wanted to be. Coren looked around and shook the stars from his head. How long had he been down? He looked around and the Tachyon Rising was in shambles. Everything aboard the ship was thrown around and he reached, looking for his lightsaber. He could feel it. A weapon that he created, one that he recently replaced the crystal in, from the orange submerged crystal to the synthcrystal, the viridian crystal that he forged himself. It was part of who he was, it was part of his family legacy. He was a Corellian, he was once of the Empire, recently of the Chiss House Phalanx, and now the Wing Executive Officer of the 174th Imperial: Warbird Wing.
That was what he did know. What he wasn’t recognizing was where he was. Standing in the ship, he shook his head and removed the helmet of his armor. He was far from a traditional Force user. He was a Warbird. That meant he lived in his ship. He lived in any ship. The Dawn Treader was home, and the Tachyon Rising was an extension of himself. He built the ship from the ground up, purposed it for himself. For himself and Kelly.
Where was she? He looked around and wind was blowing through the broken viewport of his ship. This was a terrible dream. That was all it was. But he knew better. The Dark Jedi was nearing his acesesion to Master under his instructors, one of the Sith, one of the Krath and one who walked the path in between. This third was the path that Coren chose for himself. He was here to balance the equation in the dark side. To keep any one side from rising too far. This was a lesson the Chiss had taught, that no one could control everything, and as much as outsiders were unwelcome in the Chiss, sometimes you needed to learn from them all.
That was what Coren was used to. The man was the quartermaster of the team and he was here, in the Unknown Regions, running vanguard for the Dawn Treader as she made her way deeper away from Csillia. He was feeling out the hyperspace lanes. This was something he was good at. Between this, finding solutions and finding gear? Coren’s skill set was really a support role.
Standing up, he checked his weapons. Adjustable sniper laser rifle on his back, Power Five on his hip, lightsaber in hand. Armor assembled and on. He was doing fine. As for who was with him? Kelly was aboard the ship. Walking over, he called for her. His voice strained. The wind whipping through the ship. It was dark. There was rain. This was not the good kind of rain. There was something… false about it.
Where the feth was he?
“Kelly, c’mon, wake up!” He ordered, reaching out into the Force and throwing a jolt at her, an energizing jolt to fill her with the Force, to wake her cells and her mind up. Lily could pull the Force away from things, Coren could push it into things. Not midichlorian manipulation, but revitalizing. It was one of the tricks he had learned. He kept people from fighting and kept his own people fighting. A mixture of draining the Force, stunning enemies and charging others, he controlled how everyone continued on. But right now? He had no clue what he was even supposed to do. He shook his wife awake. And things started to come back to him. Jared and Kaia were aboard the Treader, they hardly came when Coren was doing his hyperspace thing. He was finding maps, making sure to keep away from the Lords of Fringe space and especially the Sith Empire. He didn’t want to get involved in those groups, and neither did Lily, nor Scall.
“Wh-what happened?” Kelly asked as she slowly got to her feet. She grabbed the back of the navigator’s seat and steadied herself.
“Don’t know. Somethin’s out there though. Can feel it.” Coren nodded and turned towards the viewports. The beacon was on, he knew that much. When any of the Home Ships crashed, even fighters, they set off a beacon, so that the ship could be salvaged, and hopefully people rescued. They were living on the edge, and while some groups shared water, the ship parts were the resource of choice from the Dawn Treader. And it’d only been a few years since they picked up the machine shop.
What he didn’t know, was what he was going to do. Looking at Kelly, he saw she was bleeding. Feth.
Bits and pieces were coming back to him. Coren was here, he was making sure the space was secure for the Treader, this world was a rally point and the ImpStar and her support vessels, mainly fighters and a few shuttles would make their way to the next point, a Chiss moon that needed assistance. But now? Was this even the rally point? Coren stepped to the NavComp and tried to access it. The system was blinking in and out.
And he could feel the Force.
That was what it was.
Darkness.