(ooc: This is a personal story for the readers enjoyment. Though one may post for suggestions of what the characters will do next.)
Zeven sleep in the cockpit of a FireSpray he inherited from his fathers death. Stars were streaks out side the view ports. The ship shuddered every now and then from turbulance. The com-unit came to life and a mans voice erupted from the speakers.
"Zeven is that you?" the man asked.
He woke up with a jolt. After seeing that the sound was only the com-unit he answered the question the man continued to repeat.
"Yes its Zeven," He said as he saw a YT-1210 pass the view port.
"Good I was hopeing to find you, I have a proposal," the man told him.
"Ok lets find some where to land, then we will talk," Zeven replied.
In a few hours a planet came into viewing range. The YT-1210 soared into the atmosphere, closly followed by Zevens own ship. They found a city within moments, it busteled with life. Twin suns beat down on him and the pilot of the YT-1210 upon exiting the cool interior of their ships.
They trudged against a belowing sand storm that suddenly spiked up. They finaly reached a cantina, the heat seemed to roll off of them as they entered. A bith band was playing a song, some people were gambling, and others just enjoying their food. Zeven and the man found a table that was farther away from the crowd.
They both refused to order any thing as the waiter came around to their table.
"Time to talk," the man said.
"What is it this time?" Zeven asked
"Oh, nothing much just another expedition I got funded for," He replied, " Just wanted to see if you wanted to come along."
"I wouldnt miss it Noj," Zeven said as the waiter once again came around to their table. This time he ordered a fried worrt.
"Well glad to have you aboard," Noj said claping Zeven on the shoulder.
The waiter droped a plate in front of Zeven. He indulged right as the plate made a 'clunk' on the metal table. Noj watched as Zeven ate, some sign of disgust on his face, obviously at the look of the worrt. Zeven finished and wiped the left overs from his face.
"Lets get going then," Zeven said
"Im waiting for some one," Noj said as he motioned for Zeven to sit back down.
A woman entered the bar, she was a Zabrak. She sat in a chair next to Zeven.
"Ju-El, I see that he drug you into another one of his epeditions too," Zeven said to the new arrival.
"Indeed," She said, always the most serious out of the three.
"Now we can leave Zeven," Noj said getting up.
I have something here for you. Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn't allow it. He feared you might follow old Obi-Wan on some damn fool idealistic crusade like your father did. It's your father's lightsaber. This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster, but an elegant weapon for a more civilized age. For over a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times, before the Empire
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