Char knelt in the Celestial Phoenix's captain's quarters, dressed in a charcoal-grey high-collared shirt, a black tunic, light tan pants, and a pair of black leather boots. He wore his utility belt, his Jensaarai lightsaber clipped to it at the right hip. The port window was retracted all the way, showing the swirling, colorful chaos of hyperspace. Char had mostly finished renovating the quarters, removing Ba'alrac Havod's ostentatious decorations and furniture to replace them with a much sparser layout of a desk, a low table, and several cushions on the floor surrounding the table. The adjoining bedroom was similarly stripped-down, with little more in it than a cot and a night-stand. He wasn't quite done with it yet, but it would do for now.
Char's mind, however, was anywhere but his quarters. He had let go of his conscious self, letting his awareness expand through the Force. He could sense his crew-members, each of them shining like a beacon through the Force in the lifeless void of hyperspace. There were lesser lights, too, the tiny vermin impossible to keep out of ships for any length of time - and one brighter than the rest.
::Constance,:: Char sent through the Force, ::It's time to begin.::
Char's mind, however, was anywhere but his quarters. He had let go of his conscious self, letting his awareness expand through the Force. He could sense his crew-members, each of them shining like a beacon through the Force in the lifeless void of hyperspace. There were lesser lights, too, the tiny vermin impossible to keep out of ships for any length of time - and one brighter than the rest.
::Constance,:: Char sent through the Force, ::It's time to begin.::