We Have Done the Impossible, and That Makes Us Mighty...

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Dancing Rancor Cantina (Nar Shada)​

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7vS4z6ngQo​

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Time had come to do something about things... Julius had been out to the black again, for the first time since he had joined up with the Galactic Alliance. He had been to the edge of the Rim and stared into the unknown. Time had been needed to think, to reflect and pause. Where was he to go now? How was he to proceed? Plain and simple, he was no great Mystic who could hurl boulders and starships from the sky, or flare lightning from his fingers. So how was he to contribute in the war against the Sith?

The answer had came on the third day of his 'vacation' away from things... The Turhaya had been floating in orbit above some dying planetoid long ago abandoned by its inhabitants. Sitting strapped in the cockpit, he stared out at the broken and craggy surface of the planet, it's core long gone cold and dead, the crust broken into shattered pieces by some ancient catastrophe. For some reason, in some way, it called to a broken part of his spirit... Off and on he would muse, sleeping and meditating, trying in vain to discern the will of the Force in how his lifes' next turn should be.

Suddenly, as he watched the pinpricks of light in the darkness of space spin 'round him as the ship listed, the answer struck him like a lightning bolt. He sat upright, jerking against the harness, cup of caf spilling off his lap and crashing to the floor of the ship with a crack of fractured porcelain. It was so obvious... Why hadn't he seen it before now? The planet below fairly screamed it if nothing else, and what were the odds he would wind up just plotting course here to such an eerily similar example of it all?

Corellia... Home... We must unite, bring back the memory and life of our people before we are no more than this...

Hands flew across the control boards, switches flipping and buttons pressed as he brought his beloved YT-2400 to life.. Someday, he would owe [member="Coren Starchaser"] that beer for this ship and his work on it... Hell, he'd owe him more than beer, this ship had been a salve to an aching spirit and wandering heart. Never being much of a pilot, he had felt almost disconnected with his people and home with his inability and lack of talent with flying ships... But when he had set eyes on the Turhaya sitting in dock at Sullust, he had been in love... And now, she faintly hummed and purred under his caress as he coaxed her from her long nap... She was his ship, and he was alive when steering her.

Plotting a course without really thinking, he never noticed his mind seem to expand, the growth of consciousness. Fingers flew across the nav-computer, as somehow, the coordinates were put in almost without thought. Nar Shada... It was the perfect place... And if his luck held, he knew a cantina owner there who owed him a favor or two, and knew how to keep his mouth shut... The engines began to whine, the stars streaking by from points of light to blurred lines and onto unto the chaotic light of hyperspace. While the ship hurtled towards its' destination, he flipped open an encrypted comm and began speaking. Maybe he hadn't the right to do this.. Maybe his ego was grown too big... But, damn't... Someone had to speak up..

"This is Julius Sedaire... Jedi Knight of the New Order... If you're getting this, i've heard of you. I trust you, much as I may, and I need you... Corellia needs you... Coordinates are being sent... Come as you are, as fast as you may. Tell no one and bring only those you trust. We're going home..."

The wave went out, bounce through several buffers and scramblers that friends of his he had just made in the Underground .. It found itself to Jedi, Diplomats, Generals and Commanders, all the way down to 'lowly' winemakers and pilots. One thing ran common, all of them came from Corellia, by blood... By tradition... By love or by adoption... And a very few just because, Julius knew them, and knew in their hearts beat the same fire as his people. Beyond hope, beyond sense, he waited in the cockpit, sending comms ahead to friends and contacts, preparing for his arrival. The main thing that kept playing in his head was he was going home.... They were going home... Maybe not forever, but he would see it with his own eyes, and they would unite and preserve themselves against oblivion.

Spoiler

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Katara Starkos"] | [member="Judah Lesan"] | [member="Malachi Blake"] | [member="Chloe Blake"]

OOC Note: This is just a non-interventionist trip to Corellia to provide a 'pilgrimage' to the Broken World to facilitate the formation of the 'Green Jedi/Corellian Jedi Enclave'. The trip has been cleared with One Sith Administration ahead of the time of posting this thread, with their blessing. We ask kindly that you remain out of the thread unless you have a very compelling reason to be there(in case of opposition), and if you do wish to be there, please PM myself before posting. We aren't going to get out of this without One Sith intervention/involvement, but it is being planned as the beginning of a long-standing rivalry and antagonistic relationship, but for this time out it is laying the story basis, and isn't a PVP slug match. If you have a character you are interested in having along for the ride, and aren't in the tag list, please PM me or post in the OOC thread.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Judah and [member="Katara Starkos"] had been in the process of getting the new tenant settled into the winery and villa when the message came. Had it not been for the work he was doing Judah would have not been able to contain his excitement. He knew Katara wouldn't be able to. Timing could not have been any more perfect as to the delivery of the message. There was no telling how long ago it was sent because of the points it had pinged from, but the message had come in clearly. Judah worked fast to get the new tenant settled. He was a good man, with a young wife, and they needed a start. Judah knew he could offer them a better start than what he and Katara had by letting them work the winery as rent. They were even generous enough to split the profits with the couple.

The Shadow Runner was underway as quickly as possible. Judah had given Red the coordinates, and let the piloting up to her. Judah had managed to get a hold of a new Jedi starfighter in case, and it took up one of the cargo holds. He was a good pilot, but the frieghter was Kat's baby so she flew it. Judah didn't mind as it gave him time to do other things. Caf was brewing, and the Jedi Knight was in the smaller hold using it as his personal gym.

He let his mind wander to the last time he saw Corellia, and pushed further to the place where he could smell the green grass, and the morning air. He could see the mountain peek, snow caped for most of the year round. His son playing in the meadow, growing into a young man and helping him build the compound which the Lesans had called home. Judah's thoughts moved to other intimate moments. There were times where he had snuck away with his wife to the swimming hole near the house, a small lake which was fed by a waterfall. The two had frequented the place often, a favorite of theirs when they needed the escape.

Somewhere in it all, he found the peace he needed to face reality. Rising from his meditation, Judah poured two mugs of caf, and prepared Kat's just how she liked it. Lazy steps carried him into the cockpit where he sat next to his bride, and handed her a mug of caf. They were going to Nar Shaddaa first, but from there, home. Home sounded good.

"I can't believe it. Finally someone is doing something about Corellia. I hope I'm not too rusty. Been a while since I used my lightsabers and such. Maybe there is still a small little place we can run off to. We're going home, love!"

[member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Alleycat]

Home. They were going home. That thought nearly made Katara's heart burst with joy, and with pain. She stared into her husband's blue eyes with disbelief after telling her about the message received, searching them to see if his words were true. [member="Judah Lesan"] had never lied to her in all their years together, and the Jedi Knight wasn't now. The Corellisi's gut told her that much, and it was as reliable as the sun rising and setting without being Force-senstive. It was her barometer, and had made Starkos such a damn good CorSec Intelligence agent in the past.

As soon as the couple who were going to caretake their vineyard and run the attached winery were settled in, the Lesan's took off from Naboo. The meet up was to be on Nar Shaddaa. It was only about a day's journey with Red in the pilot's chair of the YT-1930 Light freighter she called her baby. The Shadow Runner was fast and reliable, and would once again be Judah and Kat's home away from home. But, that was okay. Since they were empty nesters, it was like the two were honeymooners again and didn't really matter where they co-habitated as long as they were together as one.

Coming up on the Smugglers' Moon, Katara hailed planetary control to get permission to land. It was always a busy flight pattern here with all the comings and goings, but the Shadow was able to dock pretty quickly on Landing Pad 97. After post-flight was done, Katara joined Judah at the top of the boarding ramp. The spirited Corellisi was wearing one of her light armorweave jumpsuits that hugged the forty-something's still very shapely fit curves with her trusted DL-44 heavy blaster pistol holstered low on the hip and tied off on her toned thigh. A travel cape was slipped on and the hood pulled up to cover her fiery red hair. A hand on his forearm stayed their departure to the cantina for a moment.

"Thanks for the much needed caf. Sorry I was so quiet during the trip… This is, well you know, hard for me. But knowing we're doing this journey back together. I wouldn't want it any other way," she smiled with mistly eyes of blue gazing into her Jediboy's.

"My Corellia is yours. Always has been. Always will be."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIpSMK4m8LU​

And I float upon a shallow bay​

Lift me up until the ground gives way​

And I’m a [Corellian] Castaway​

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How long had it been? Too long. It was way too long since Coren Starchaser had been home. He knew his son, Jared, and daughter, Kaia, had made the pilgrimage to the homeworld. Starchaser himself had been back a few times, to secure the estate and what data he could pull, of the family, of his own disjointed past, and of hopes for the future. He had been going non-stop since the formation of the Alliance, with missions, with training not just one, but two students, with ship building, with making sure the Alliance had everything they could ever think of to go to war with the Sith.

And from there? He was taking a strange break, making a trip to Fondor, but that also lead him to think on the Core, and one of the worlds was his home: Corellia. It wasn’t often that Coren got nostalgic, the Dawn Treader kept that obvious. She was able, and was known, to jump from system to system when life got rough, when things weren’t safe. Protect the families, and their way of life. They could resettle a world, but now with Corellia broken in two, and Csilla in the control of the Sith, where was there to go?

The Tachyon Rising had made it to an outlying Alliance station where Coren was given priority clearance to land. The ship was still a few missions away from needing a complete overhaul, but the long hours on it were making it near impossible. Still, with every stop for refuel, Coren and his astromech troubleshot issues and handled the most important ones, a few days leave would be good, for both the Commander and the freighter.

Now he was waiting, for the fuel to get there, and missiles to be restocked. Simple requisition order that was done, but he still was in the queue. That was nice really, gave him a chance to catch up on some of the maintenance. Weapons systems, especially the turrets needed a full recalibration, and while it could be done during a jump, was much easier to do while landed in a station. He was back in the cockpit when the message came in.

“That’s interesting.” And as his droid issued a questioning beep, Coren set out a high priority change order to his supplies. Seems he’d be getting out of here a bit sooner. Smuggler’s Moon first it seemed. When the Req Order was changed, he booted up the maps. Now, how to shave off some of this trip.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Anyone who knew Corvus was aware that her home, her office and her ship looked as though they were unused. They lacked any personal effects. It was - quite simply - her style.

But a second sweep of any of these places would pick up the odd clue that someone used them, and if they were particularly observant, they could add up the clues and deduce who.

Her home on Tatooine had a mural of Coronet City on one wall. It was the only decoration in the humble building. Her office held a wooden staff. One she'd been given by Braith the day they'd met in person. And her ship? In the cockpit was a small plaque. It contained but eight words.

The bigger the galaxy, the sweeter the homecoming.

It was an old saying. A old Corellian saying. Like so many who hailed from the jewel, she carried so many memories of her time there. Her parents had been buried not long before the One Sith invaded and the planet was turn in two. So when she picked up the message, she headed for the coordinates given. And she passed them on to her sister, [member="Taeli Raaf"]. Her last trip there had been heart-breaking. Would this time be any sweeter?

[member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Judah smiled warmly at Katara's touch. She was the only person in the universe who could cause him pause with a soft touch to his arm like that. He turned to face, and wrapped her up in his strong arms. He may have had a little more gray in his beard than the day they first met, but Judah was still the same Jedi which swept the the fiery Corellisi off her feet all those years ago. Judah nodded to her words as he leaned in to kiss her. His lips pressed to hers with a passion most Jedi chose to shun, but what he had embraced for her. Judah held her close, even after the kiss had ended.

"You don't need to apologize. We never thought going home would be possible, and now it seems like it might be. That's a lot to take in. Whether we can make our home there again or not, my heart will always be with you. We've faced a lot in our lifetime together. We can face this together too. For better or for worse, right?"

Another smiled, and Judah took Kat's hand and led her down the ramp and off toward the cantina which they were to meet at. All these meetings happened in a cantina, but Judah didn't mind. It wasn't about to be a meeting of Corellians if there was no alcohol to be had, and Judah had embraced that part of the culture early on. He was more Corellian than Telosian anymore, but still posessed the pensive attitude he'd developed as a young Jedi.

He waved at the bartender as he came in. Judah pulled out his green Jedi robes for this meeting. They might as well identify themselves as Corellian. Judah asked for a couple of chilled ales. It wasn't a time for anything hard, but still a good Corellian brew was always warrented. Eyes scanned for the Jedi they were to meet, when he was found, the pair approached.

"Are we early?"

[member="Katara Starkos"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

There still wasn't anything particularly Jedi like about Julius really. No robes to point him out as a "space wizard" or such, and his lightsaber was dutifully concealed in a small leather tube hooked on the small of his back, any observer might have thought it was a simple map or documents case or any number of non-important things. As Judah and Kara spoke, he nodded and gestured to the seat across from him. When he had been drifting the Outer Rim, the Dancing Rancor had been a favorite of his, and so he felt comfortable enough a pair of battered boots were propped up on the table, showing a casual ease that would be fatal to believe in if one didn't notice the hand not grasping the rocks glass rested casually across his lap, fingertips inches from the strange looking slughthrower in it's quick-draw holster.

As he gestured, the waitress dropped off a try with a dusty green glass bottle and a collection of similar glasses to his, obviously the rogue was expecting a possible crowd of people it would seem. There was a casual smile on his face, and the typical blend of ease and cockiness most Corellians possessed, evidenced in him pushing back with his legs and rocking the chair back, his heavy leather duster dragging the ground. Overall, he seemed completely at ease, and not at all the sort who was planning a stealth mission into Sith territory to visit a planet virtually destroyed and left in ruins, the very planet that gave him life an legacy. More the type, so his attitude suggested, that might offer you a friendly card game, or a genuine artifact of some legendary if dubiously obtained expedition. But it was not always so with him, and a trace around the eyes and set to the mouth when he thought none were looking revealed enough to confirm the man wasn't what he seemed.

"Early? A bit, but to be fair, I didn't exactly set a date or time for this shin-dig... Just a vague idea really. Welcome, and please sit, introduce yourselves, feel free to try the whiskey, or we can order something new... The owner here is our sort, and the drinks are on her..."

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[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Katara Starkos"] | [member="Judah Lesan"] | [member="Malachi Blake"] | [member="Chloe Blake"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

She’d been to the moon many times before and never quite got used to it. But it was somewhere to meet and so she found her way to the cantina indicated and glanced around.

She recognised Julius immediately and saw others with him. So she wasn’t first and was likely not the last either. She wore her usual robes and her hood up. In this place, people left you alone if you wanted to be alone, so she moved through the cantina unmolested before reaching the table.

The others with him she did not know, but she surmised they were Corellian. So she bowed as was her custom and smiled, which she invariably did and took a seat.

“Are we expecting many?” she asked Julius. Turning to the others, she lowered her hood. “I’m Corvus by the way, pleased to meet you.”

[member="Julius Sedaire"] - [member="Judah Lesan"] - [member="Coren Starchaser"] - [member="Katara Starkos"]

 

[Aston Jacobs]

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Judah Lesan"] [member="Katara Starkos"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]



From different parts of the galaxy the call was received and answered. While Aston himself wasn't Corellian he had several allies...friends that were such. Given the Jedi Padawan's nature of life and the way of the universe. He would offer his help do whatever he could to ensure that their ideas, their way of life would endure. A padawan he was, but still strong in the force. And that is why the Jedi Padawan found himself outside of the cantina, location that was sent as well. Aston hadn't been to Nar Shaddaa in....

Aston chuckled as it actually felt like it was almost a lifetime ago. The Jedi Padawan dressed in his own attire and his lightsaber clipped to his belt he pushed through the doors to the Cantina as he noted the music playing and a smile and another chuckle escape his mouth. The Jedi glanced around and could see the company as well as the individual that had extened this invitation.


"As many as can be expected!." Aston said with a small smile following up behind [member="Corvus Raaf"] . The Jedi Padawan stepped to the side and after she had spoke he did thus so in turn extending his hand and introducing himself to those that that didn't know him. "Hi, I'm Aston Jacobs, I'm looking forward to our future endeavors."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchasers showed up when they arrived. If he had run late, they could always just point him in the direction he was supposed to go, and the pilot would make his way there, and if they were lucky, he’d not beat them there.

But Nar Shaddaa, huh? When was the last time he was on the Smuggler’s Moon? Yeah, way too recently. It was part of his haunts when Coren was on the trail of pirates. The Warden of the Sky was not quite retired, and sometimes, for leave, he would just come to the Moon and listen to the galaxy. So many voices, so many people not that well off. It was a hard thing to hear, but he was there to try to fix it. Sure, some of his tactics wouldn’t earn him friends, but at the end of the day? He did what he thought was right, and that was all that mattered.

The change order came and he was well on his way before he would’ve even left the refueling station. A call from someone of the Homeworld and that meant Coren needed to be there. He was the type to do what he could for anyone on his planet, and that meant chasing down any leads pertaining to the planet.

And going home?

Well, he made his way to the moon and unloaded one of his swoops, making his way through the streets to the location of Sedaire. This should be interesting. The pilot-Forcer had made his way to parking and entered the cantina. Dark brown leather jacket over a gray Henley shirt, blue denim with blood stripes, black combat boots, a blaster low on one hip, his lightsaber high on the other.

Blue eyes looked at all who had arrived.

[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Alleycat]

"…We've faced a lot in our lifetime together. We can face this together too. For better or for worse, right?"

"Always, Jediboy. I wouldn't have it any other way," Kat smiled sincerely at her husband of twenty-five years, then walked along with [member="Judah Lesan"] towards the cantina. They'd just celebrated their silver wedding anniversary. A couple didn't get this far together unless they were in it for the long haul. And, the Corellsi prayed they'd get another twenty-five and to someday watch grandchildren of theirs playing on the fields of green grass in the mountains of Corellia once again.

Katara pushed back the hood on her cloak as they entered the bar revealing her red-gold head of hair. She gladly accepted the chilled ale from Judah and moved with him over to where a few had gathered.

"Nice to meet you all. I'm Katara Starkos, and this is my husband, Judah Lesan. He's the Jedi. I'm just a full-blooded Corellian along to help do what I can to take back my homeworld."

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

The two lovebirds had just celebrated their twenty fifth wedding anniversary, and as a result, [member="Katara Starkos"] had a nice new shiny ring to wear when she felt like it. The two of them had always worn the rings on a chain to hide them when not in the privacy of their own home, it was an old habit from when Judah had asked Katara to marry him in secret. That was also why she had never taken his name either. He did everything he could to ensure his enemies would not be able to use her against him. Judah only had one wish. Katara's grave stone would read Katara Lesan, but he wasn't planning on them dying anytime soon.

As was her way, the redhead had taken care of their introductions. Judah didn't mind, this was her home more than it was his. He claimed it as his because of his marriage to her and the home he had built with her. They had started a family together on Corellia. All of it were memories of his choice, but Katara she was born Corellian, and was proud of it.

Judah took a seat around the table. It was gritty, but clean. That surprised Judah, but then again it was Nar Shaddaa. The only thing to be expected was the unexpected. The amber colored bottle went to his lips, and the golden liquid slid down his throat. He listened to the others, observing as was his practice. They also were not in the ship, so Judah pulled out his pipe and set it on the table. He was looking to see if his Corellisi was going to give him her famous glare. The one which always shapped him up.

"Corellian booze is just fine. Especially if it's on the house. I have to admit I've been hoping for somwthing like this a long time now. I might be Telosian, but Corellia was my home, and I want to do something."

He reached under the table and squeezed Kat's thigh as he spoke.


[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Corellians.. Julius hadn't been amongst such a grouping of his people in a long time, and he smiled in genuine joy to see it so. Regret was slightly tinging his thoughts, that he had never really made a home on Corellia, always being the sort of wayward son of the home he missed so dearly. Doubt gnawed at him, in certain bits, as to what he could claim when he had scarcely done more than be born and raised for a few years on Corellia. But regardless, the identity of his home had shaped him, and some traits and predilections were stronger than any Monastic teachings or indoctrination. Such was it with the ways of his native home.

"Corellia is broken... We all know this.. I don't know what, if anything, could ever restore it, to be honest. But that isn't the point to this meeting, not right now... The point is to go home... To see for ourselves the Broken World, and pay our respects. I'd like to visit the old home of the Green Jedi, if it stands still... Collect any mementos or knowledge that may remain there. Things like Jedi Credits that were stored or made there... Maybe a holocron detailing the history of our people's unique Force Tradition. Small things... We're not going in armed to the teeth looking to overthrow the Sith. Not yet... For now, I want to see what home is like, how our people fare, and take what we can to begin the long journey of making a bastion to provide for the safeguarding of our culture in the Long Night"

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[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Katara Starkos"] | [member="Judah Lesan"] | [member="Malachi Blake"] | [member="Chloe Blake"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Cybernetic eyes flicked around the cantina, taking in the assortment of folks with Corellian roots. Some of the faces surprised the feth out of Jorus; he hadn't realized some of these people were Corellian. He scraped a clod of Shaddaa special off his boot and took a chair nearby. [member="Coren Starchaser"] got a nod as a longtime ally on his way to being a friend. So did [member="Corvus Raaf"]. Though they'd butted heads a time or two in the past, all that didn't measure up too well against the future of the Corellian people, far as Jorus was concerned. Sedaire was a friend of a friend, known through the Underground. The rest of them, Jorus didn't know, though something about the blond kid reminded him of Spence Jacobs.

"Sorry t'come in late. Good words, Sedaire." The chair creaked under him as he shifted, getting situated. Truth be told, these weren't the most comfortable pants, but you didn't throw out trousers with a Corellian Bloodstripe on them, not even the low-grade one. "I'll come along for the ride if I can. Gypsymoth's got some room if anyone needs a berth."

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Judah Lesan"] [member="Katara Starkos"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Chloe Blake"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Sometimes a lone wolf, sometimes working with his family, he was here to see what was going on, and then he’d put the call out to his kids and his sister, [member="Odelia Starchaser"]. She was born on Corellia, or at least to the Corellian family that was the Starchasers, she’d want in on this, and Coren would want her there.

He recognized a few faces, Lesan and Starkos, both Corellians, and members of the Allaince. Stepping up to the bar, he ordered a shot of Corellian whiskey and, of all things, a Corellian Whiskey Sazarac. Where had he had the drink before? He couldn’t recall, but from there, he turned to the group, elbows on the bar, as he surveyed everyone.

“All depends where you’re going on the world. Golden Beaches are thrashed, but the Starchaser estate still… sort of stands. We’ve moved all of our equipment out of the old homestead.” And onto the starship, but that was besides the point. “And I’d love more than anything to get the Sith stain off our world.” But that was because Coren had one major hate-on for the Sith.

He nodded to his idol ally, [member="Jorus Merrill"]. “Ten creds says the Rising can beat the ‘Moth to the homeworld.” He laughed as he walked over to the group, after pounding down the drink. “But we do have to watch for Sith patrols, but… I know a few tricks.” And he had heard about that [member="Chloe Blake"]. She was a crack pilot too.

Corellians, it was simple.

[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Judah Lesan"]
[member="Katara Starkos"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Homeworld, it was a place that made people proud to be from. Everything was amazing there, the people, the water, and the ships. The older folk were talking about it, talking about how everything was broken now. Corellia was nothing like any of us remembered, was Corellia even home anymore? Allyson thought quietly to herself as she sipped on the watered down whiskey - she was never able to hold the alcohol well, best it be like this especially if folks were talking about home.

The grip on the glass tightened as she remembered seeing the landscape after the disaster. She had received a transmission from her mother - her father was missing and they were trapped in their apartment. The Lockes weren’t rich and they didn’t have a fancy dwelling, but they were happy. The young woman inhaled deeply and held her breath remembering the feeling of the land dying beneath her feet. Her father was outfitting some of the local police department speeders with some new nav computers or something like that. He was good at electrical things and Allyson wondered if he was gifted like her. The police station collapsed on them, everyone perished - even her father. The aftermath and the destruction trapped her mother and brother - who also died and she wondered if it would had been better if they died like her father instead of starving and waiting for a rescue that never came.

Echos of the melted ice in her glass clanked against the glass as she kicked back the rest of the whiskey. Despite the water to help cut the burn of the alcohol, it still tore through her throat and made its home in her stomach. Placing the glass down she looked towards the boys that were comparing their ships. Waving her hand with the glass she chuckled. “Twenty creds says the Coronet beats both you fly boys, I got a few tricks up my sleeve as well” As she spoke a small ball like droid whistled and scampered against her leg wanting attention. Looking down, she frowned. Kneeling to be eye level with the droid she poked it in its dome like head piece. “Yes, yes you’re one of the tricks Bait.”

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[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Judah Lesan"] [member="Katara Starkos"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]

 

[Falcon Rekali]

The things a man did for the sake of his marriage.

While bonding with the culture that birthed him was an experience he could never regret, while connecting with that way of kinship had fulfilled his desire for family in ways he couldn't have imagined years before, it was the family nearest and dearest to his heart, his wife ([member="Aaralyn Rekali-Gyndar"]) and children ([member="Mira Rekali"], [member="Aton Gyndar"], and [member="Rhyen Gyndar"]), pride and joy, that suffered. In a way, he had been given an ultimatum, leave the war to his brothers or leave his wife, and he chose her over that brotherhood. He would make the same choice every time. There was nothing that could make him give up his deepest, most long-held desire. He'd wanted children since, perhaps, he was but a child himself; that he had failed to be a more present father carved a painful crevasse, made worse by his only daughter's suffering because of his inattention. His biggest hope, now, was for reconciliation, should it ever come.

Given that, he felt the need to atone, and what way was better than to lend himself to the freeing of worlds from that which threatened every culture, every family? It wouldn't be his everything because he already had something to fill that place, and it would allow him time to rebuild and then maintain what he had neglected. Both of his sons were given the option to stay with their mother's clan, or come along to experience another way of life... and his wife? While he had pledged himself to her anew, she needed time to think things through. He wouldn't just accept that and leave her in silence, of course. He knew how to reach her, and reach her he would, at every possible opportunity.

Maybe it would be like chasing her, courting her all over again. The thought made him smile when he entered the cantina just behind Jorus, leaving the Postcognitor secured with Felix aboard. Starchaser spoke, so he paused to listen, cracking a mild grin when the man leveraged a bet at Merrill, and sat down, hearing the quip from Locke before speaking his few words.

"Same here," the words came, another chair giving the same groan from the burden of long use, "Postcognitor's got space."

It could be done, even if all he had was faith to go on.

"And if it's all the same to you lot, I'll keep myself out of the bets."

Corellia was something he hadn't done in a good twenty years, at least. He probably still smelled like a Mandalorian.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Judah Lesan"] | [member="Katara Starkos"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Allyson Locke"]​

 

[Odelia Starchaser]

The message had come, and she had only to see who it was from to know that no matter what he asked she would do it. She looked at it again, Nar Shadaa not a very nice place to go visiting. But.

It was [member="Coren Starchaser"] asking her to come, so without much pause she gathered her gear made arrangements for her plants and set up to find him.

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Three days later she was pinging him in a bar. She taking her time walked in, her eyes adjusting to the lower lights quickly. There was a collection in here, and there were Corellians everywhere it seemed. Faces she heard of but did not know. She smiled and nodded and made her way to stand beside her brother, just listening to the banter, and the beginnings of the kind of talk that pushed buttons of the competitors, and the wagerers.

She smiled motioned for a drink, and waited.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

“Ten creds says the Rising can beat the ‘Moth to the homeworld.” He laughed as he walked over to the group, after pounding down the drink. “But we do have to watch for Sith patrols, but… I know a few tricks.”

“Twenty creds says the Coronet beats both you fly boys, I got a few tricks up my sleeve as well”

Been a long time since he'd gone on a starship race. Very long -- since before he'd signed on with the Pyre, since Mara was an infant. A slow grin broke over his face. The girl he didn't know, or didn't think he knew, but the name Coronet rang a bell. This might be Locke, Rekali's old protegee. And he'd had a feeling a race with Coren Starchaser was coming down the pipes. If anyone in the 'verse short of a Duinuogwuin could match him for astrogation, Coren was it. And whether it was pride-based or not, Jorus always had wanted to know how they'd stack up when push came to shove. One possible route was already laying itself out in his head: a quick switchback at Rorak to Circumtore via the Shag Pabol, then a slide down to Daalang, territory he knew well. Carve a shortcut to Attahox, hit Circarpous, blitz past Gyndine to Antar, then Exodeen, Goorla, Tanthior, Corellia...

"Make it twenty. I'm in."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

There were a lot of faces that had just popped up... Julius knew Jorus, if by reputation only... The blood-stripes surprised him at first, but then he shrugged. If anyone in this room had claim to them, it would be Jorus... He had left his behind, he never truly felt worthy of them and so he had kept them, but had hardly wore them since being given them. The banter, the laughter and bets, were a good thing. A really good thing if truth were told. The Corellian people were naturally thus, and to see it come back warmed his heart.

"Well... I think that's about enough for what I have planned... Jorus, if you would, I could use a lift... My Turhaya is still getting refitted and such, I spent a little too long out in the 'black and she is a bit beat up. The rest of you.... You know where home is... As for specifics on landing, I was thinking Coronet City, or near. I want to visit the old Enclave, see if any records of the prior Green Jedi exist. If anyone has any good rendezvous there, i'm all ears."