| Karth_DeQora | Date: Monday, 13 Feb 2012, 9:35 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Over the years Karth had forgotten how beautiful the stars were. A glittering mass of white light set against the dense canvas of black space, they now hung silently in the night sky over Corellia - a world that was not known for its natural beauty yet provided much to those willing to take the time to observe. The rocky outcropping upon which his ship rested provided a stunning view of the valley below; a network of tall, wistful grass and small streams that ran down to the brimming outline of Coronet near the edge of the horizon.
Having been on the run for the last eight years, he'd neglected to witness such natural beauty on the many planets he'd visited. Perhaps in another time, another life, he would have a stronger appreciation for it all; perhaps even take some time to wander the untamed wildnerness, but such fancies were no longer in the equation. In his youth he was always focused on the now, the tangible, having been raised in a secluded temple and devoting much of his teenage years to the war. With the fall of the Republic and the Jedi Order with it, Karth had taken to the life of a nomad. Traversing the galaxy, righting wrongs wherever he could, all the while searching for those memories of people he had forgotten.
What little he did remember consisted of fragmented visions, names just on the tip of his tongue that he could no longer place, an image of a raven-haired beauty that he was sure had meant the world to him. He was chasing these memories, perhaps out of some misplaced desire to fill the empty feeling in his heart; perhaps just to have someone to talk to, even he wasn't sure. The journey had brought him to Corellia, home of many a rogue and ace pilot, to speak to an old friend.
From his position inside the ship, Karth's astromech droid, a fidgety R4 unit he had affectionately nicknamed "Kima", sounded off in a procession of beeps and whistles. The ex-Jedi, seated on a boulder not three feet away, discerned the nature of those sounds and smiled.
"Nervous?"
The droid's responding whistle, low-toned and filled with artificial dread, caused a smile to crease the man's lips.
"Don't worry, I won't let anyone scrap you."
"Dwooo.."
"You're not even a commodity anymore; hell, they've come out with a whole new line since I got you."
"Dee reeet?"
He sighed. "Trade you? Never."
They conversed as best they could for a few hours, sitting in reverence of the rising sun. As light spilled across the auburn valley, Karth steadily rose to his feet and waited for Kima to drop out of the Basilisk and glide over to his side. The trek to Coronet proper would take a few hours, especially with an aged droid in tow, he wanted to reach the outskirts before noon hit and his empty stomach became an even greater liability.
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