Through the force Jameris became aware of a new but similar aura heading their way.
Danster Bakoto...
"Something's wrong here," he tried to recall his memories of Mak but there was not much, "we never really knew each other."
What treachery is this?
With a flash and an all too familiar snap-hiss Jameris lightsaber ignited for the first time. The soft vibration of the hilt in his hand evoked a recently vacant sense of excitement. His saber was an extension of himself, his arm did not end at his hand, it was a part of him.
In less than the time it takes to blink an eye the blade cut through what should have been Mak Manto and bit deep into the backrest of the chair he appeared to be sitting in. The Thisspiasians' form wavered like a hologram you passed your hand through before regaining its original form.
"Ha," was all Jameris said as a smirk of joy reached his lips followed by his form disappearing.
Somewhere just beyond Onoam's orbit Jameris awoke from the deep trance he was in, a heavy sweat on his brow, transmitting your corporeal form took immense concentration. After a quick shower and robe change he exited his chamber as the ship gently rocked starboard. Z9 rolled past him beeping about how the hyperspace jump had been successfully calculated.
They made their way to the cabin together, Z9 beeping and whistling in excitement, it had been nearly three years since their arrival at Onoam.
"Disengage auto-pilot," he said as he took the pilots' seat, "hold tight Z."
Jameris finished adjusting to the jump vector manually and reached for the throttle lever, "Here we go!" Within a breath Naboo system was behind them.
Danster Bakoto...
"Something's wrong here," he tried to recall his memories of Mak but there was not much, "we never really knew each other."
What treachery is this?
With a flash and an all too familiar snap-hiss Jameris lightsaber ignited for the first time. The soft vibration of the hilt in his hand evoked a recently vacant sense of excitement. His saber was an extension of himself, his arm did not end at his hand, it was a part of him.
In less than the time it takes to blink an eye the blade cut through what should have been Mak Manto and bit deep into the backrest of the chair he appeared to be sitting in. The Thisspiasians' form wavered like a hologram you passed your hand through before regaining its original form.
"Ha," was all Jameris said as a smirk of joy reached his lips followed by his form disappearing.
Somewhere just beyond Onoam's orbit Jameris awoke from the deep trance he was in, a heavy sweat on his brow, transmitting your corporeal form took immense concentration. After a quick shower and robe change he exited his chamber as the ship gently rocked starboard. Z9 rolled past him beeping about how the hyperspace jump had been successfully calculated.
They made their way to the cabin together, Z9 beeping and whistling in excitement, it had been nearly three years since their arrival at Onoam.
"Disengage auto-pilot," he said as he took the pilots' seat, "hold tight Z."
Jameris finished adjusting to the jump vector manually and reached for the throttle lever, "Here we go!" Within a breath Naboo system was behind them.
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