Jamel Croko'yn
Feb 10th, 2003, 11:47:33 PM
The universe, a spectrum of stars, spiced with the circular orbs of land, with landscapes that ranged from plains to woods. The Core Sector of the galaxy, a sun that brightened the Republic region with it's governmental power, but it's rays unable to reach the worlds in the Outer Rim. Their was so much light, but to contrast the elemtents of light there was darkness. A ying to a yang like the emotion of any living man or beast.
In this large, abudant enviroment there sat one on the move. Trailing through the openings of stars that brightened the path, leading the transport ship through the galaxy. It was universal plane that had been sponsored by the New Republic, helping the poverty strucken beings of the galaxy on worldy transportation. Their were a number amount of credits for such migration, but it wasn't something that would matter to the black haired passanger.
A boy, no older than 16 named Jamel Croko'yn, sat comfortablly in his seat as the ship continued on it's quick trail in hyperspace. Before the boy was a datapad, no bigger than a modern day T.V shapedlike a circular platform, featuring buttons upon it. The item was used mostly for studying for this young lad, which was exactly what he was doing during his flight. The archive librarian allowed him to download holo files that he could read during his flight. The package of files consisted of Old Republic Jedi, which had become his favorite subject. Their were also natural elements of a datapad from the Great Jedi Order association, providing holo information on new padawan, Jedi Knight, Jedi Master, and the Council. It also had hourly updated situations going on at the Temple, from missions to new quarter creations.
It was a pleasant time aboard the Transport ship, being alerted every 30 minutes of their location and how far they were from their destination. The young boy had been recently told that they were only an hour away from their landing coordinates on the Planet of Tattonie. Jamel had read so much on the planet during his days in the Educational Academy that he even knew who won Pod Racing competitions on the planet.
Blah, Blah, Blah...Anakin Skywalker..Blah, Blah, Blah
Ping!
The sound signal that alerted all the passengers that food was to come in the following minutes. Jamel had ordered the finest dish that Naboo Cheifs had created. The youngster had come to like every type of food on the planet, and it was known in the Republic that they had some of the best foods. Their land was of the hall of great vegetation, characterized for it's long running woods and forest. The abudants of diverse animals and vegetation seemed to go congruent with their continuely strong government power. They we're at one time minorly productive in the Republic, but during the rain of Queen Amidila, and later to be known as Senator Padme, they gained a stronger power in the Supreme Counselors eyes, paticularly because he was once their Senator.
Senator Palpatine--Emperor Palpatine.
The boy contemplate on the time of the Empire that he had studied during his time on Coruscant previously with Oriadin. It was a fascinating, yet destructive time for the Galaxy, and at times now it seemed as though the Republic hadn't fully regrouped from the Galatic Civil War.
"Your plate, Jedi Padawan, sir." The tall, blonde female said, dropping what he asked on a silver plater, upon a tray tha extended from the seat forward.
Reaching for one of the utensils, he began digging into the food. Immeditately whipping his face off after a few swallows, he was back to it, ripping with his fork the very meat of the chicken like food. Gulping down quickly, he fell back in a tranquil state, his hand placed upon his belly. The plate was clean in a matter of minutes, and all he would have to do now is wait for his leave.
He didn't have to wait late, only moments later the attendant addressed them to begin taking their loggage as they were coming down upon the planet of Tattonie. The boy quickly reached for his small package, placed under the chair in a small locker.
Leaning back in his seat as the clanking of the ship began as it came pressing against the atomsphere, attempting to penetrate and fall through onto the land below as scheduled from the beginning of the flight. Successfully entering the atomsphere with no outer, or interior injuries on the ship or the travelers. A sound of rustle, and chit-chat went through the interior of the ship from the relief as it came down upon the foundation in a gradual, safe process. Planting the belly of the transporter on the Tattonie surface in a port outside of Mos Esily, the migrators began to exit the ship.
The first was the a small family followed quickly by Jamel, who had began jumping enthusiastically as his feet landed on the ground. It was his first time off of Coruscant, or Lok and with one single ardent breath he fell in love with the planets that stood stationary in space.
"Hey Tattonie, I'm here!" He screamed to the realm of pirates, smugglers, theives, and blackmarket godfathers. He just didn't know what he was getting into...
In this large, abudant enviroment there sat one on the move. Trailing through the openings of stars that brightened the path, leading the transport ship through the galaxy. It was universal plane that had been sponsored by the New Republic, helping the poverty strucken beings of the galaxy on worldy transportation. Their were a number amount of credits for such migration, but it wasn't something that would matter to the black haired passanger.
A boy, no older than 16 named Jamel Croko'yn, sat comfortablly in his seat as the ship continued on it's quick trail in hyperspace. Before the boy was a datapad, no bigger than a modern day T.V shapedlike a circular platform, featuring buttons upon it. The item was used mostly for studying for this young lad, which was exactly what he was doing during his flight. The archive librarian allowed him to download holo files that he could read during his flight. The package of files consisted of Old Republic Jedi, which had become his favorite subject. Their were also natural elements of a datapad from the Great Jedi Order association, providing holo information on new padawan, Jedi Knight, Jedi Master, and the Council. It also had hourly updated situations going on at the Temple, from missions to new quarter creations.
It was a pleasant time aboard the Transport ship, being alerted every 30 minutes of their location and how far they were from their destination. The young boy had been recently told that they were only an hour away from their landing coordinates on the Planet of Tattonie. Jamel had read so much on the planet during his days in the Educational Academy that he even knew who won Pod Racing competitions on the planet.
Blah, Blah, Blah...Anakin Skywalker..Blah, Blah, Blah
Ping!
The sound signal that alerted all the passengers that food was to come in the following minutes. Jamel had ordered the finest dish that Naboo Cheifs had created. The youngster had come to like every type of food on the planet, and it was known in the Republic that they had some of the best foods. Their land was of the hall of great vegetation, characterized for it's long running woods and forest. The abudants of diverse animals and vegetation seemed to go congruent with their continuely strong government power. They we're at one time minorly productive in the Republic, but during the rain of Queen Amidila, and later to be known as Senator Padme, they gained a stronger power in the Supreme Counselors eyes, paticularly because he was once their Senator.
Senator Palpatine--Emperor Palpatine.
The boy contemplate on the time of the Empire that he had studied during his time on Coruscant previously with Oriadin. It was a fascinating, yet destructive time for the Galaxy, and at times now it seemed as though the Republic hadn't fully regrouped from the Galatic Civil War.
"Your plate, Jedi Padawan, sir." The tall, blonde female said, dropping what he asked on a silver plater, upon a tray tha extended from the seat forward.
Reaching for one of the utensils, he began digging into the food. Immeditately whipping his face off after a few swallows, he was back to it, ripping with his fork the very meat of the chicken like food. Gulping down quickly, he fell back in a tranquil state, his hand placed upon his belly. The plate was clean in a matter of minutes, and all he would have to do now is wait for his leave.
He didn't have to wait late, only moments later the attendant addressed them to begin taking their loggage as they were coming down upon the planet of Tattonie. The boy quickly reached for his small package, placed under the chair in a small locker.
Leaning back in his seat as the clanking of the ship began as it came pressing against the atomsphere, attempting to penetrate and fall through onto the land below as scheduled from the beginning of the flight. Successfully entering the atomsphere with no outer, or interior injuries on the ship or the travelers. A sound of rustle, and chit-chat went through the interior of the ship from the relief as it came down upon the foundation in a gradual, safe process. Planting the belly of the transporter on the Tattonie surface in a port outside of Mos Esily, the migrators began to exit the ship.
The first was the a small family followed quickly by Jamel, who had began jumping enthusiastically as his feet landed on the ground. It was his first time off of Coruscant, or Lok and with one single ardent breath he fell in love with the planets that stood stationary in space.
"Hey Tattonie, I'm here!" He screamed to the realm of pirates, smugglers, theives, and blackmarket godfathers. He just didn't know what he was getting into...