Wanderer
VCX-350 Freighter Plainswalker, outskirts of the Bak'rofsen System
The swirling lines of hyperspace shriveled into miniscule specks splattered into the abysmal blackness of space. Two bright orbs dominated the starry expanse, and the freighter’s viewport. In the distance, fiery reds and golds covered the sole, forbidding star of the Bak'rofsen system, releasing cosmic rays across the solar system. Closer to the Plainswalker stood Bal’demnic, its surface covered in sparkling, indigo seas. Occasionally, rocky mountains and sandy beaches defiantly broke through the vast stretches of the world's turbulent seas.
A beautiful world...a paradise...Travot closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, going into a meditative state. It was hard for Travot to explain his communion with the Force, yet it had never led him astray so far. Guided by its currents, he brought the craft in a gentle descent to the world below, instinctively maneuvering the battered old ship through the layered clouds which criss-crossed through the skies. Eventually, the ship settled into a flight path that took the ship almost skimming across the border. The young jedi reached out further into the Force, letting it guide him to what appeared to be a rocky outcropping of an island just off the coast. The coast looked far more appealing to the jedi's eyes, with vast swathes of white sand beaches overlooked by scaling black cliffs which themselves were topped with what seemed to be a sort of rainforest.
In comparison, the island itself was little more a lump of weather-beaten rock that resembled the old Jedi Temple on Coruscant in size and rough shape. Patches of some sort of filter-feeding sea creatures clung to the lower reaches of the rock. Occasionally a white-crested wave would dash upon their habitat, both obscuring the creatures and providing them with much needed substience. The middle of the rocky island where he set down the craft was bereft of any life, but the top seemed to serve as some sort of eeryie for a flock of tropical seabirds. Even as he powered down the ship, the jedi concentrated on letting the Force guide him to his next destination, ever trustful of its guidance.
The swirling lines of hyperspace shriveled into miniscule specks splattered into the abysmal blackness of space. Two bright orbs dominated the starry expanse, and the freighter’s viewport. In the distance, fiery reds and golds covered the sole, forbidding star of the Bak'rofsen system, releasing cosmic rays across the solar system. Closer to the Plainswalker stood Bal’demnic, its surface covered in sparkling, indigo seas. Occasionally, rocky mountains and sandy beaches defiantly broke through the vast stretches of the world's turbulent seas.
A beautiful world...a paradise...Travot closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, going into a meditative state. It was hard for Travot to explain his communion with the Force, yet it had never led him astray so far. Guided by its currents, he brought the craft in a gentle descent to the world below, instinctively maneuvering the battered old ship through the layered clouds which criss-crossed through the skies. Eventually, the ship settled into a flight path that took the ship almost skimming across the border. The young jedi reached out further into the Force, letting it guide him to what appeared to be a rocky outcropping of an island just off the coast. The coast looked far more appealing to the jedi's eyes, with vast swathes of white sand beaches overlooked by scaling black cliffs which themselves were topped with what seemed to be a sort of rainforest.
In comparison, the island itself was little more a lump of weather-beaten rock that resembled the old Jedi Temple on Coruscant in size and rough shape. Patches of some sort of filter-feeding sea creatures clung to the lower reaches of the rock. Occasionally a white-crested wave would dash upon their habitat, both obscuring the creatures and providing them with much needed substience. The middle of the rocky island where he set down the craft was bereft of any life, but the top seemed to serve as some sort of eeryie for a flock of tropical seabirds. Even as he powered down the ship, the jedi concentrated on letting the Force guide him to his next destination, ever trustful of its guidance.