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The nautolan crossed one arm over the other and smiled a little, pressing his palm against his cheek as he remembered his childhood friend. Where she was now, he couldn’t say, but she had always been a den mother to the younger cohort of padawans, and a kind person in general, with a beautiful mind....

There had been a few staffers and even a Jedi or two that Rave had passed by on his way to the meeting chambers, and he had done his utmost to be cheerful in his interactions with them, even if it wasn’t always reflected back to him. Some still resented him for leaving, he knew that, but there were ...

It felt so strange to look around Coruscant’s busy streets, and to think that life went on as usual for most people these days. The early afternoon sun shown on the colossal towerscape, speeders whirred by overhead, and people walked about on their various and sundry ordinary daily duties and specia...

The blueish nautolan grinned as the old Jedi spoke. The practical bit he could get on board with - he and his freedom fighters used similar signals frequently - but he realized that the old man had misjudged him. Admittedly, Rave hadn't spoken about his Jedi identity other than to introduce himself ...

The ride from Contruum to Bakura had been spectacular. After so many years in space ignoring established hyperlanes and plotting his own courses, the nautolan had forgotten the true thrill of navigating a harrowing flight path. But this trip had been everything he'd not even realized he was hoping f...