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Jarak set the 'Tark', a battered antique imperial shuttle, to auto take-off and watched as the city of Mos Eisley faded and finally disappeared below the clouds. He wasn't sorry to leave the place, what with hot suns, sand everywhere and paying a fortune just for water. Not to mention the criminal element, the cheap drinks and cantina fights.... ok, maybe I'll miss the place a bit Jarak conceded to himself with a grin.
Jarak took manual control of the 'Tark' once it escaped Tatooine's stifling atmosphere and powered up the thrusters to make sure he got some distance between the planet and himself before he engaged the hyperdrive, the drive was probably just around a hundred and fifty years old and you never knew with tech recycled from that long ago. Once he felt safe Jarak punched in his coordinates: Christophsis, Denon, Coruscant. Coruscant, Jarak wasn't sure how he felt about the place, or what he hoped to find there, but from what he knew of the galaxy (which wasn't much) Coruscant was the center. If he could find the answers he needed anywhere, it would have to be there. With a push Jarak activated the lever for the hyperdrive and watched as the stars elongated and he was pushed back into his seat.
beep beep beep beep Jarak awoke to the console lights flashing, alerting him of impending return to realspace. The young man knew that the transition might not be a smooth one in such an old clunker and he strapped in. The ship disengaged from hyperspace with a shutter and groan of protest. In front of him Jarak saw Coruscant, and it took his breath away. A planet, completely covered in city.
"Lamda-t4a shuttle, designation: 'Tark' state your purpose." droned the voice of a traffic control droid. "Uh... Visiting, permission to land?" Jarak replied, unsure how to respond. "Granted, landing coordinates will be forwarded to your navicomp." Jarak grinned, relieved, "Well that was easy."
The 'Tark' landed on it's assigned pad, the wing that wasn't fused in the 'down' position folding gracefully up to be parallel with the central fin. Jarak clipped on his utility belt, from which hung a vibrosword and blaster, before throwing on his overcoat and disembarking. He was greeted by an by the port authority officer, a rather rotund human, "Welcome to Coruscant, the docking fee is twenty credits per day." Jarak nodded and scanned his credstik, before heading past the man towards the sign he'd noticed immediately upon landing, 'Coruscant south port Cantina'. "What a creative name." thought Jarak, chuckling. He needed to find the Jedi for training, or where to go to find the Jedi, but before he did anything, he needed a drink, a week of space travel really took it out of you. Jarak entered the cantina and without pausing went straight to the bar, "Corellian ale". Jarak took a swig and smiled, Coruscant was alright.
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Jarak took manual control of the 'Tark' once it escaped Tatooine's stifling atmosphere and powered up the thrusters to make sure he got some distance between the planet and himself before he engaged the hyperdrive, the drive was probably just around a hundred and fifty years old and you never knew with tech recycled from that long ago. Once he felt safe Jarak punched in his coordinates: Christophsis, Denon, Coruscant. Coruscant, Jarak wasn't sure how he felt about the place, or what he hoped to find there, but from what he knew of the galaxy (which wasn't much) Coruscant was the center. If he could find the answers he needed anywhere, it would have to be there. With a push Jarak activated the lever for the hyperdrive and watched as the stars elongated and he was pushed back into his seat.
beep beep beep beep Jarak awoke to the console lights flashing, alerting him of impending return to realspace. The young man knew that the transition might not be a smooth one in such an old clunker and he strapped in. The ship disengaged from hyperspace with a shutter and groan of protest. In front of him Jarak saw Coruscant, and it took his breath away. A planet, completely covered in city.
"Lamda-t4a shuttle, designation: 'Tark' state your purpose." droned the voice of a traffic control droid. "Uh... Visiting, permission to land?" Jarak replied, unsure how to respond. "Granted, landing coordinates will be forwarded to your navicomp." Jarak grinned, relieved, "Well that was easy."
The 'Tark' landed on it's assigned pad, the wing that wasn't fused in the 'down' position folding gracefully up to be parallel with the central fin. Jarak clipped on his utility belt, from which hung a vibrosword and blaster, before throwing on his overcoat and disembarking. He was greeted by an by the port authority officer, a rather rotund human, "Welcome to Coruscant, the docking fee is twenty credits per day." Jarak nodded and scanned his credstik, before heading past the man towards the sign he'd noticed immediately upon landing, 'Coruscant south port Cantina'. "What a creative name." thought Jarak, chuckling. He needed to find the Jedi for training, or where to go to find the Jedi, but before he did anything, he needed a drink, a week of space travel really took it out of you. Jarak entered the cantina and without pausing went straight to the bar, "Corellian ale". Jarak took a swig and smiled, Coruscant was alright.
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