The holographic image of a shark shaped ship slowly rotated in front of Byron Ryker. The color lit his bearded face as he studied it for the hundredth time. It was just a hologram though. For all he knew the ship did not exist any more. For all he knew it could never have existed.
The coloring of the hologram indicated an orange coloring to the vessel. It was not a small craft by any means. In fact, if the specifications the ex-shipbuilder were correct, it could even house a small starfighter or interceptor. Numerous aftermarket modifications, repairs and replaced parts resulting in the appearance and aesthetic altering from the original model was obvious.
The Jedi reached forward and switched the image over to a map of the galaxy. Closing his eyes he inhaled deeply to begin meditating. Getting into the mindset of patience and opening up, he image of the map rotating slowly. Minutes went by, hours perhaps before the Knight calmly raised an empty palm, causing the projection to halt quickly. His brow furrowed for a moment but his eyes remained closed. Through the Force he followed the thread he was searching for.
The use of self sustenance through the Force caused Byron to meditate for more than he anticipated. But the image of the galaxy slowly adjusted, zooming in from the largest view until it just showed a quarter of the galaxy. It continued to hone in on the path Byron sought becoming more specific as the Jedi kept his focus. Byron knew to trust his feelings and they would tell him when he had found something. The muscular arm remained outstretched even as it began to grow tired. But then the map stopped and Byron shook out of his meditation with a sense of surprise. It had felt like searching at the bottom of a dark muddy river only to feel something unusually cold.
Finally Byron opened his eyes. Adjusting to the image of the map before him he saw a place he was hoping he would not have needed to travel to. It was no surprise in hindsight why the sensation had felt the way it had.
"Karking Nar Shaddaa. What the heck am I supposed to find there?!" He rolled his eyes at the inanimate map and huff. The infection rate of the smuggler's moon was not ideal. But instead of focusing on his desire to be anywhere else but there he began thinkin of what may be waiting for him. Getting up he went to the kitchen to get some food. Using the force to stay alive was not the same as eating actual food. But Byron wasn't a very good cook. Getting up from his seat he ran some fingers through his beard and hair like he had just woken up. "Karking Nar Shaddaa." There was no telling what he would find. The man doubted it was the ship he was looking for.
I believe it's out there.
The coloring of the hologram indicated an orange coloring to the vessel. It was not a small craft by any means. In fact, if the specifications the ex-shipbuilder were correct, it could even house a small starfighter or interceptor. Numerous aftermarket modifications, repairs and replaced parts resulting in the appearance and aesthetic altering from the original model was obvious.
May as well try and find it.
The Jedi reached forward and switched the image over to a map of the galaxy. Closing his eyes he inhaled deeply to begin meditating. Getting into the mindset of patience and opening up, he image of the map rotating slowly. Minutes went by, hours perhaps before the Knight calmly raised an empty palm, causing the projection to halt quickly. His brow furrowed for a moment but his eyes remained closed. Through the Force he followed the thread he was searching for.
The use of self sustenance through the Force caused Byron to meditate for more than he anticipated. But the image of the galaxy slowly adjusted, zooming in from the largest view until it just showed a quarter of the galaxy. It continued to hone in on the path Byron sought becoming more specific as the Jedi kept his focus. Byron knew to trust his feelings and they would tell him when he had found something. The muscular arm remained outstretched even as it began to grow tired. But then the map stopped and Byron shook out of his meditation with a sense of surprise. It had felt like searching at the bottom of a dark muddy river only to feel something unusually cold.
There's something that will lead me to it there. A key that unlocks a door?
Finally Byron opened his eyes. Adjusting to the image of the map before him he saw a place he was hoping he would not have needed to travel to. It was no surprise in hindsight why the sensation had felt the way it had.
"Karking Nar Shaddaa. What the heck am I supposed to find there?!" He rolled his eyes at the inanimate map and huff. The infection rate of the smuggler's moon was not ideal. But instead of focusing on his desire to be anywhere else but there he began thinkin of what may be waiting for him. Getting up he went to the kitchen to get some food. Using the force to stay alive was not the same as eating actual food. But Byron wasn't a very good cook. Getting up from his seat he ran some fingers through his beard and hair like he had just woken up. "Karking Nar Shaddaa." There was no telling what he would find. The man doubted it was the ship he was looking for.