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Watcher 43138-Z....

Subject Query...........Correl Freehand
Birthplace Query......Unknown
Race Query...............Human Non-Clone
Age Query................Unknown Possibly 25
Location Query.........Unknown
Progenitor Location Query....In Custody

Report Query.....

As Correl sits in the cockpit stunned after the message from Lord Aubec. His first Krathmas and he has to get something for the leader of Koros Spaceworks. Correl moans loud enough that Arlunia looks up and asks sharply,”What is wrong now, Correl?!” Without answering Correl shows her the message which starts her laughing.

“Stop! Sheesh! It is hard enough to come up with something for someone of my rank let alone that far above me!” Correl groans mournfully. “What am I going to do?!”

As Arlunia chuckles looking at Correl,”Well you could make it unique you know. Something that would be very different from what would be expected.” She finishes looking thoughtful at that idea.

Correl realizes he does have something that would work. But it would also mean giving up something that his parents found and had kept hidden. That was alright though since it would be going to a good person. And strangely it does fit the color scheme of Koros Spaceworks too. As Correl's thoughts ran around these ideas he realizes it would work.

“Alright, I do have an item that would fit. That vibroblade that my parents had stashed away should be just right. And lets hope it is because I..um we do not have anything else.” Correl states more for himself than anyone else.

Arlunia nods as he makes that decision knowing that the item he is talking about is very personal to him. That she understands only to well. Having to give up something precious to get something else. She is also very please her influence has settled him into a being of calm decision. Which is all to the good. She thinks to herself.

“Now with that out of the way.” Correl announces to himself. “Do you know where we can find Seneschal Bancho Curr?” He asks Arlunia pointedly.

Arlunia stares at Correl for perhaps a moment or two in shock,"Um, well, no we do not, but give me about an hour and I should be able to find out where he is at or headed to.” Arlunia turns back to the com equipment rather than show embarrassment about being caught flat-footed like that and almost adding the honorific “sir” to the end of that statement.

Correl watches her turn back to her com station quickly knowing he finally caught her out. Which took some doing in and of itself. He thought to himself smiling to her back not wanting to make it worse later. Well if we can find him or get in touch with him that would be perfect.

Well short of the time Arlunia had said it would take she let out a crow of happiness. Correl having fallen asleep almost jumps up at that and groans and mutters to himself about long trips and close quarters for too long. “I wish you would not do that!” Correl grumbles. “Alright Arlunia, where is he and can we get there or can we message him to set up a rendezvous with him?” Correl asks quietly and quickly.

Arlunia turns to Correl with an admonishing look and points to the windows and the hyperspace distortion and smiles. “Already on our way!” she states cheerfully as she gets up and stands next to him. “Now it is my turn to sleep, since you got sleep here in this chair. Why not sit here and keep an eye on things so that nothing goes wrong, okay?” Keeping her tone light she smothers a smile at the look of consternation on Correl's face. She also realizes she does not want to show him how exhausted she really is.

Correl looks up at Arlunia confused for a moment the realizes as he looks closer that she is trembling and not from any emotion. Then he looks closer and sees that she is exhausted or at least very tired from what he has learned of Klatoonian body language. He realizes by force of will she is still up and moving just to make him feel weaker. On this top of that realization he sees she is trying to make him stronger as well.

Hm never thought of that, that she could be trying to show me strength so that I would rise up to the challenge. Correl thought contemplatively. “Alright Arlunia I think I can handle watching the starlight hyper shift without messing up. Also is there anything I need to know about our destination?” He asks that last just to make sure there are no surprises at the other end. Arlunia shakes her head in the negative and heads out. He grins at her and watches her nod and head out of the cockpit and close the door. Strange, Correl thinks, she does not do that most times, if at all.

As Correl turns his attention back to the message board it comes to him that she closed the door not to be different, but to not show weakness or what she perceived as weakness. Hearing a muffled thump and a groan from the other side of the door Correl is out of his chair and out the door almost tripping on Arlunia who is crumpled on the floor just outside the door.

“Are you alright?” Correl asks gently and quietly. “Arlunia! Are you okay?!” He asks with a bit more volume. When he sees no response at all except for normal sleeping movements. He smiles and picks her up gently so as not to wake her.

“m'fine. C'n make it m'self.” Arlunia mutters exhaustedly as he picks her up.

“Not this time your are not going to say you can.” This time he makes sure she is secure in his arms before moving towards the bunk. He sets her in the bottom one as gently as possible. Smiling as she curls slightly in a relaxed sleeping position. “This time you will sleep long enough.” Correl whispers to himself quietly reaching for the sleeping hypo. Setting it for a ten hour sleep he nods knowing her probable reaction to that, and hoping she will understand it was also for her own good. Hopefully she will realize if she looks bad to me the Lord Perceptor will be instantly aware of it. Correl thinks to himself knowing he might get a person who helps keep him sane on long trips taken if he screwed up that badly.

The beeping alarm on Correl's wrist com woke him with a start. Wow that was a fast ten hours! He thought to himself quickly sitting up and getting himself ready for the inevitable tirade of unique curses from Arlunia. And right on cue Correl hears muffled curses about sneaky humans and their stupidity or something like that from the other side of the cockpit door. He smiles knowing she really did need the rest.

Getting himself properly rumpled and set so it looked like he had fallen asleep was the hardest without smiling. Correl gets himself properly settled and breathing properly to be asleep looking as he can get when the door opens and Arlunia storms in,”Correl that was the worst thing you could have done! Do you know that...” She stopped her loud tirade as she realizes he has fallen asleep in the most uncomfortable seat in the cockpit so she could sleep and so that he could keep awake. Which seemed to not have worked out well either.

“Correl?” She nudged him gently so as not to startle him. Then has to do so again while speaking his name louder. “Correl!”

Knowing that if he does not respond she might just slug him awake. That would be just like her personality though. So he wakes up out of a deep sleep by breathing in deeply and jerking awake all at once as she shakes him the second time.

Reaching for the weapons panel in what he hoped to be good reflexes for being caught off guard and asleep by an enemy firing. “Huh! Where are they!” Correl says in a groggy voice only to have Arlunia jerk him back from the panel quickly.

“Did you fall asleep again fly-boy!?” Arlunia asks curtly to keep her own smile from showing. And to keep from showing she actually liked this Human.

Knowing she could catch him in a lie unless he had went over it so many times in his own mind till it was second nature to respond with it at least convincingly enough. “N-no I was only thinking and resting my eyes!” Correl stammers convincingly enough.

“Ha! Resting my eyes! My hind tit fly-boy! Try that on someone who has not been around, then I might believe you.” Arlunia replies sarcastically. “And while your at it why don't you tell me why you did what you did, and why your trying to sneak by with the fake sleeping routine?” Arlunia demands questioningly.

Taking a deep breath Correl starts to explain when the tone for leaving hyper-space sounds. “Ah we have arrived.” He states instead looking at Arlunia innocently.

Glaring at Correl she knows he planned it just right. “Do not think you are getting off just because we arrived fly-boy!” Arlunia growls at him in annoyance. “You are going to explain to me why you did that! Is that understood!” Arlunia commands in a voice that brooks no temporizing about telling any story but the truth.

“Alright.” Correl said with a sigh,”You did need the sleep. And I did not think you would stay asleep long enough to be rested okay? And the sleep was just to tweak you that I was fully asleep. There are you happy now?” Correl admits looking at Arlunia levelly knowing she might take it the wrong way.

Arlunia looks at him for a few minutes before replying,”Sure you did it out of the goodness of your heart, didn't you?” She growls back. “Alright I admit I pushed myself a bit too hard to get the point across to you. Still, you did good, fl...” she pauses and reconsiders,”...Sir.”

Glaring at him before adding,”Just do not expect me to start “siring” you all the time. I will not do it! Is that understood?!” Arlunia demands harshly. “And I am still not letting you screw up these ships you seem to be collecting either! Is that understood!”

Correl gazes at her steadily,”That I can agree with, and I told you why I ran her so hard to get to the Ceremony. I also did say that only in time of great need or haste would I ever contemplate that. The Persiphony is special to me.” He states as calmly as he can. Knowing that the longer they delayed the more he would get into trouble, but also wanting to get his point across that he would not do so on purpose without a good reason to do so.

Just then the comm beeped to let them know a message was incoming. “Damn!” Correl jumps to hit the receive button,”....fied ship, you have entered Koros Space, identify yourselves immediately!” A calm and confident voice announced.

Yikes they do not play around out here! Correl thought to himself then replied to the message quickly. “This is the YT-1300 Persiphony, Prophet Correl Freehand to deliver Seneschal Bancho Curr's Krathmas gift to him personally.” Hoping he sounded confident in that reply and not as nervous as he felt inside. But was dissuaded by Arlunia's tsking him about the response. Correl looked over and she shook her head sadly, but left it at the non-verbal response knowing there was an open channel.

After a few moments a reply came back,“Welcome Prophet Correl Freehand, if you would follow us to where you will meet with the Seneschal we will be your escort through the defenses, is that understood?” The last was said as a question but was more an order from the tone.

“Understood!” Correl replies crisply and closes the comm. “Well that felt a little awkward.” He stated to nobody in particular.


Standing in the entrance to the Persiphony while the two man security detail checked to make sure there were no hidden surprises waiting. Was the longest time standing and thinking. Correl was glad he had asked Arlunia to stay in the cockpit. Knowing her disposition she might have taken exception to the scrutiny they gave Persiphony. As it was Correl thought it was better she stay out of sight and not make a scene. What surprised him was she quietly agreed to stay out of the way.

“All clear!” The security team said to each other and to those listening.

I do not blame them, but still why would I harm the Seneschal? Correl thought wonderingly. Watching the security Correl missed the Seneschal's entrance, but did not miss the clearing of a throat sound from a breathing mask. Which made him flinch and jerked his attention back to the Seneschal.

“L-Lord Seneschal Curr!” Correl gets out before the silence goes too long. “Your Krathmas gift.” Correl finishes lamely and bows while holding the blade out above his head as he bows. Krath! This is just not my day! Correl moans to himself while looking at the floor until he feels the blade lifted from his hands.

As Correl straightens back up he takes a moment to see what he missed before. What he sees is a scar that looked like it was painfully gotten, but looked to be half hidden by a breathing mask. Which other than the blue Koros survival suit was the only distinguishing points from him and any other Kel Dor. But he was admiring the blade very carefully which was a very good sign.

“Very nice Prophet Freehand. I do like it very much. Thank you.” The Seneschal stated calmly with what sounded like an amused voice. Which Correl could never tell if it was or not. “Now I have work to finish and must go. Krath be with you Prophet Freehand.” The Seneschal nods and turns to leave, then turns back,”Ah yes I almost forgot!” The Seneschal stated with true amusement in his voice this time. “This card has the coordinates for “your” Krathmas gift.” The Seneschal chuckles at the look on Correl's face. He then turns quickly and walks with what looks like more care than usual for anyone normally. And if Correl's brain had been working or coherent he would have noticed the very slight almost limp, but as it was. That too went unnoticed by Correl who was still looking at the data card in his hand.

By the time Correl even realized to give the proper good byes the Seneschal and the guards were already gone. Shaking himself out of the stupor Correl could only think, Next time I...yeah right if I get that good there will not need to be a next time. Sighing to himself in resignation he clutches the data card in his hand and heads for the cockpit after securing the airlock hatch.

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Ground Assault Combat

Watchers Journal Retrieval.......

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Watcher 43628-Z....

Subject Query...........Correl Freehand
Birthplace Query......Unknown
Race Query...............Human Non-Clone
Age Query................Unknown Possibly 25
Location Query.........Unknown
Progenitor Location Query....In Custody

Report Query.....

Sitting in one of the booths toward the back of the tavern. He tried to stay out of the way of all the officers that are a few tables away. He was glad that he thought to wear his black outfit and cloak today which meant he was less noticeable to those around him.

He also wonders to himself in all this drinking if he should make a suggestion or even dare ask a question. Well if I do not nobody might think about it. He thought to himself.

He stands up not sure if anyone would hear him if he did not. Clearing his throat sounding loud to himself, but hardly noticeable in the rowdy tavern.

"Um, Sir, if I may?" He stated hesitantly. "But are you wanting this a quick smash and grab, or are you wanting nobody to know that you did the deed?" He sounded more confident as he talked. He takes a drink of his water and continues. "I know I am not the best for military type large scale campaigns but I have been listening and everyone is wanting to pound the ground. Or make it known who is doing the attack." He looks around to see if he has the main officers attention and continues,"I say infiltrate first and see if it can be taken without bloodshed on a massive scale. Then with that information you could go either way and make it a quiet coup, or pound it for a few hours then stop and leave, but during the orbital pounding send out drop ships, enough to know the job will be done properly." He knows he is the center of attention and usually tries not to be, but soldiers on with his thoughts aloud.

"Sirs it is just one of many ideas that I can think of." He sits down hastily and drinks more from his water container. Hoping not to be noticed much by anyone.

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Picking up Pilot

Watchers Journal Retrieval.......

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Watcher 43428-A....

Subject Query...........Correl Freehand
Birthplace Query......Unknown
Race Query...............Human Non-Clone
Age Query................Unknown Possibly 25
Location Query.........Last known in Kathol Sector
Progenitor Location Query....In Custody

Report Query.....

After the ceremony Correl sets coordinates for Shesharile station in the Minos Sector to pick up a pilot that has been recommended to him by the Lord Perceptor as a good pilot. Getting out of the system was the first challenge seeing all the ships around and having to do the waltz through them to get to a point to hyper out.

Boy am I glad I am not an enemy I would be hopelessly outnumbered! Correl thought incredulously looking at all the ships flying around.

As the computer beeps to alert him that it is safe to hyper out. Correl realized he needed to clean up during this flight as best he could. He has also heard tales about this pilot he is going to pick up and wants to be at least presentable. Rushing off to find the cleaning equipment Correl realises there is no way to clear the smell completely. So using an old method of air cleaning which is pleasant for most people he lights an incense and hopes his haste works.

Not noticing the time while cleaning Correl hears the notice about leaving hyper and shakes himself out of the trance from cleaning realising he actually finished on time. Rushing to the cockpit he takes control from the autopilot and settles into the pilots seat as the warped stars of hyper flash by then suddenly become points of light exiting hyper.

“Shesharile Station, this is Prophet Freehand requesting clearance for docking.” Correl reported as soon as he cleared transit.

Waiting for the few minutes it took for the com to get to the station was enough time to clean himself up a little more just in the cockpit.
Correl listened to the incoming message as it came in,“Prophet Freehand of Persiphony, you are cleared to dock for 1 hour, Shesharile Station out.”

“Understood Shesharile Station Prophet Freehand acknowledges.” Correl replied promptly and started moving forward to the station. Hoping this new pilot is ready to get going immediately.

Arriving at the station Correl goes through normal shutdown and heads to the boarding doors and opens them. Standing outside is a large Klatoonian female wearing an Order robe.

The Lord Perceptor did not tell me Arlunia Diggs was this imposing! Correl thought momentarily shocked by her size. He realised he was starring at her, but she was also giving the once over of the Persiphony as well. From what he could see of her scrutiny she approved.

“Pilot Arlunia Diggs?” Correl asked of the Klatoonian hoping it was since she seemed to be the only one waiting.

After looking over the ship Arlunia nodded in satisfaction of what she saw. Growling in acknowledgment of the question from this human pilot she started forward. Halfway up the ramp she smelled something odd and realised this pilot should be grounded.

As Correl watched her step forward he wondered why she had paused, but thought little on it hoping to impress her with the newness of his ship. He also wished he had taken the time to read up on facial motions of Klatoonians as this one after pausing looked to be in thought.

“Welcome abo...” Correl tried to say as Arlunia stepped on board and grabbed him up against the wall by his throat. His feet dangling clean off of the floor. Frozen in shock by her actions. She leaned forward looking at him closely.

“The Lord Perceptor said you needed a pilot!” Arlunia growled. “He did not say you needed a nursemaid as well! This ship will not be run ragged, do you hear me?!” Arluna looks intently into Correl's eyes waiting for a response.

All Correl could do was just nod in response as she had him dangling by his neck up against the bulkhead.

“Good! Now the second thing is this, YOU will not burn this ship up by bouncing off the hyper limits! Is that clear!?” Arlunia growls at Correl shoving him into the wall with each word with enough force to make sure the point was made. Without waiting for a response she continues,”And lastly you WILL ask permission to fly this ship from me! Is that understood fly-boy?!”

Nodding again since this crazy Klatoonian had grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. He hoped she realised he would need to breath shortly.

After looking at Correl the Klatoonian realized he is turning the wrong color for a human.”Ah hell! Humans are such fragile things!” Arlunia grumbles letting Correl down as gently as she can making sure he can stand on his own without falling over.

As Correl gets his breathing back under control watching her walk towards the cockpit. He wonders again what it was he had done to be given such a crazed being to be in command of by the Lord Perceptor.

Krath help me if I have done poorly! I would fear what you would do then to teach me things! Correl thinks worriedly, but also gaining control of his thoughts by that thought.

Alright. Correl thought, I am still the commander and captain of this ship, so I had better start acting like it! Standing a little straighter he also heads to the cockpit.

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In the Beginning

Watchers Journal Retrieval.......

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Watcher 43128-Z....

Subject Query...........Correl Freehand
Birthplace Query......Unknown
Race Query...............Human Non-Clone
Age Query................Unknown Possibly 25
Location Query.........Unknown
Progenitor Location Query....In Custody

Report Query.....

A Human of average height at 1.778 meters and weighing 61.24 kg. Long dark sand colored hair tied back, and hazel or blue eyes depending on his mood. He is soft of voice and well spoken.

Growing up on Tatooine out on the farms outside of Mos Espa he had learned to make do with the things he could make and sell at the markets. The little trinkets he made brought in some extra credits for himself. He had also found an old music box that his uncle had. It had some programs on it that he could make music with as well as listen to other music. After a time when he felt his musical creations were good enough, he took them to the local tavern and found others that liked the soothing sounds as well. Another item that was curious to Correl was the harness type thing that was kept in an air-locked box. His father showed it to him when he asked why it was locked. Correl knew eventually he would just have to visit Myrkyr to see if the tale is true.

His parents were very proud of his industriousness, but also cautioned him to keep at his studies if he wanted to better himself, instead of being a farmer. They had always tried to get him to have a well rounded education so that he would not be taken advantage by the wrong types. He enjoyed learning just to learn. So doing his studies was not a chore for him, except when it interfered with what he was making for some extra credits.

One day while waiting for his turn at the stage for his music. He started playing one of the games at the tavern. It was a piloting game that he had found, but what was surprising to him was that he was very good at piloting. When Correl finished the game he found he had a crowd watching intently as his score was in the top ten. When he got home that evening he asked his parents about the schooling for being a pilot. They asked if he would also add that onto his other studies. They also asked him to take some time to think about that first before choosing. It would mean that he would have to stop making the trinkets and music so he be able to take the piloting classes. But in the end he made the choice to take the extra classes for he knew that this would allow him off-planet.

While reading the galactic conflicts news he had seen and read what they fought for. He had come to the conclusion that both sides were right and yet both were wrong. Some of what each side did was the right thing, and at other times very wrong. He also noticed there were times they would go too far in both directions. People thought him strange because of his views of the galaxy powers. His parents knew he was different because who he was and who his parents were.

As time went on he was a rising star to be the best pilot his instructors had seen in a long time. They saw to it that he got some of the best training they could give on their limited equipment. His proudest day was getting his piloting license. The second proudest day was getting a ship to call his own. He had made a few deals to get a new ship for himself with the savings he had from what he had sold. He is now on his way to pick up his ship.

Unknown to him, his families past would catch up to him if certain people recognized him. His parents who were really his Aunt and Uncle finally told him why he had to be careful of people. Before he left they sat him down and told their story to him.

This is the story they told him of his parents. First to start the tale was his Father who was his Uncle said sadly,“It had been more than ten years now so we thought it was time that you knew the true story about your parents. They had been the best pilots the galaxy had seen for transporting and racing. They won more races than any other pilots including some of the most dangerous types of pilots. They had amassed a fortune on the races, yet they never had all that much. They kept their ship in top condition for these runs. But in the end it did not save them from their enemies. Someone out there has made them disappear. They always seemed to be moving and never staying in one place too long.” after finishing he took a long drink of water.

Then his Mother who was his Aunt began the second part with a sad smile,“It was like they could not see enough of the galaxy. Or that they just could not be stationary as the rest of the family was. They always sent messages like clockwork every week, but one week after they had won a race in Galactic Empire space they did not send a message. But sometimes they could not so when the message did not come the next week, the family started searching but found nothing. Not just nothing but nobody knew where they went or did not know what happened to their ship. Even the racers that wished they did not race and wanted them to lose did not know.”

They looked at each other as if they were not sure who would continue, then his uncle continued quietly,“The worst fear of the family was that Sith had captured them and found they had been hiding that they were Force Users that specialized in ship racing, and modifying them. This fear came true when the Galactic Troops showed up and asked questions of the family about them. Then the Sith came and tested everyone in the family, luckily you were too young to be tested. There were a couple that were taken because they were Force Sensitive. But they had said they would be back to test you once you were old enough. We feared you were so we made sure that you had an education and could survive on your own if you had to.”

“This is why we are happy to see you on your own.” your uncle stated calmly. “And why we had to explain our reasons for you to be careful. And if you could find the one who did this!” His uncle finished angrily.

With this tale he now knew why he was good at things. It just came naturally to him especially the piloting. The music box he realized was his father's and that he would never give up now. He also did not think that the Force was what made him good at studying. He knew for a fact that it was hard work to study.

As he was on his way to get to his first ship he realized he would need help getting to his ship, as the closest final transport would not get him to his destination. Once he landed planet side he walked around looking at the boards for anyone that would be leaving in the same direction as he was headed. He could not find anyone that was, so he started asking around if there was anyone that would be heading that way.

While sitting dejectedly in a booth at the local tavern he only dimly noticed someone sit in the same booth. Once he paid enough attention to what was around him he noticed an Arcona siting down in the booth with him. He also noticed this Arcona was dressed like a priest and sat calmly studying him in his dejected state he had not really noticed much. He found that Dargah Sheikha was one of quiet strength and great knowledge. Dargah told him that if he wished to go further that he would have to follow a path to get there, and that there were many paths out there to look at.

For the next few months while doing the odd job here and there he had time to think back to the time of quiet solitude that seemed to permeate the ship he rode on to get to his fighter craft. He had read about all the different forces in the galaxy and realized that he had already been in contact with the one that drew him like a moth to a flame. The faction he was looking for was The Order of Krath. He found their headquarters and put in his application and was accepted.

After about six months of doing a lot of odd jobs around the city he was given piloting jobs again and a little more freedom in his choices. He found that working for a Faction was a much harder thing than working for himself. He liked that he met a lot of different people on different planets, but it was hard to learn to follow orders as he was told so often of late. He knew he was supposed to, but it was so very hard for him to do seeing as he was always the one telling himself what to do to get things done.

While doing one job he knew he had messed up when he took a job that he should have let go and moved on to what he was supposed to be doing. He thought that because he was closer it would be easier to get over and pick them up before his due date to start work. He found that when people were not where they were supposed to be it was extremely hard to be patient. Especially as his start time was coming up and he could not wait too long.

So now he is alone on his ship having to think over his mistake and his black mark already without even doing anything yet to help his faction. The black mark that was earned from inexperience which he vowed to himself not to jump again to help another unless he had the time to spend doing so.

His main goal has always been the search for information on his parents disappearance. With racers like they were, missing them would be highly noticeable. But for now working to help others seemed to help him in his knowledge of the galaxy so that he would be better able to find them.

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Watchers Journal Retrieval.......

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Watcher 42138-A....

Subject Query...........Correl Freehand
Birthplace Query......Unknown
Race Query...............Human Non-Clone
Age Query................Unknown
Location Query.........Tatooine
Progenitor Location Query....In Custody

Report Query.....

Standing in the room that is now his parents room Correl looks around realizing that he had always felt odd about it being his “Aunt” and “Uncle” being in this room. The oddness came from the moisture in the air which was not normal on Tatooine. Looking around he knew there were some items here that were priceless. Some of the items he could not understand why they had them, but he knew they must have been important enough to keep here in their rooms. What confused him were the trees in each corner. Correl knew they were not native to Tatooine at all. He just could not figure out where they were from, but once he got closer he saw the creatures that clung to the trees and realized where he had seen them before.

Those are ysalamir! Correl thought in shock. Those trees have to be Olbio Trees from Myrkyr! Why did they have them if they were Force Sensitive? And why here? Correl was confused as to why they would have them here, but slowly comprehended why they were. He realized they were there to keep what was in the room safe from prying eyes.

After looking around the room and seeing nothing noteworthy Correl realizes that what the ysalamir were hiding was well and truly hidden from a casual observer. Correl also knew that to find what was hidden would take a long time to find. That was one thing he had a lot of doing the work he was doing.

Looking around the room after so much time spent here and no closer to anything that was hidden. Correl wonders if there really had been anything hidden. Yet, he knew there must be. It was just that any normal search had not found anything.

“Mother, Father! I just can not seem to find what you were hiding. Please I need your help if I am to help you.” Correl pleads to the silent room. Hearing a humorous chuckle from the door behind him he turns to see his uncle with a smile leaning against the door.

“What do you find amusing uncle? That I have not found anything or that I am stuck?” Correl asks pointedly.

Correl's uncle looks at him for a moment then sighs and begins,”Correl your parents are the last ones to ask for help in something they considered easy. Believe me, to them finding what they had hidden is easy compared to finding what has happened to them. And before you start,” His uncle states seeing the look on Correl's face,”They hid things for a reason, and yes I have come up here to check on those little guys on the trees besides trying to find anything they had left hidden.” Correl's uncle steps into the room so that the door closes.

“All I can tell you is this.” Sitting down in a chair near the door. Correl's uncle looks around the room carefully. “When they hide something they want the person looking to learn how to think for themselves. Not just to think, but to anticipate, to get inside the others head.” Seeing the look on his nephew's face he continues with a smile. “Have you ever wondered why I have not found them yet? Not that I wanted to it was just that I knew them pretty well I knew they hid the items they did have that were important right here in this room. And before you ask, yes I do know where they are. And no I will not tell you for a very good reason. You need to learn that even a Force Sensitive can be out thought by one who is not.” Again looking pointedly at his nephew he smiles still seeing confusion in the eyes which brings a small laugh to him.

“Correl, sit down before you fall down with all that I am saying.” He waits till his nephew sits and continues.

“Right,” Correl's uncle sets himself more comfortably in the chair. “All I will tell you is this. If it is hidden from normal view, what else is there to search for it?” Correl looks confused for a moment then his eyes open wide in surprise, then he moans knowing it will never be as easy as his uncle just said it would.

“But uncle! If I could find it I should have!?” Correl complains gloomily.

Correl's uncle gets up with a sigh and pats his nephew on the shoulder,”Son, I have told you all I can. And until you find it I can say no more. Except that I have found what they have hidden and I am just a farmer.” He smiles fondly at the top of Correl's head and leaves the room quietly.

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Watcher 42138-A....

Subject Query...........Correl Freehand
Birthplace Query......Unknown
Race Query...............Human Non-Clone
Age Query................Unknown
Location Query.........Outer Rim
Progenitor Location Query....In Custody

Report Query.....

Interlude somewhere in uncharted territories.....

Reporting to his superiors should not have been a pain, but some of the meeting places were out of the way places. Ones that were almost never traveled for security reasons. Meeting in places like this always gave him a serious case of feeling naked. Not because he was unarmed just that all the space that one could get lost in out here.

He entered a turbo-lift that deposited him in a nondescript room like all the others had been. The only difference this time was that he was meeting his master for his report and debriefing of the mark. Although he felt more at ease here even with being out in the middle of nowhere. He was relieved to be out of any Force-Sensitive reach for a while.

Why did the mark have to join up with that idiotic group! He grumbled to himself about the group the mark had mixed himself up in. They were the worst of the groups, for they accepted any heretic into their cult.

By the gods of all that is holy why would they allow weakness into themselves. That I will never understand. Thinking to himself knowing he was alone or at least hoped he was.

¨By the look on your face my pupil I would guess that you are relieved to be away from the heretics?¨ Came the deep questioning voice of his Commander from behind him. Which made him flinch a little by the silence of his approach.

¨Commander! Hai! Am I ever glad to be away from any and all heretics and demons!¨ he stated emphatically. ¨But my mind keeps wondering why we follow this boy, sir?¨ He asked of his Commander as he sat down after his superior did.

Waiting for his superior to respond he noticed that the Commander had aged drastically in the last few years and it was a shocking thing to see. But also watching the eyes gave the clue that the mind was still as sharp as it had always been. So he sat quietly waiting for a response.

¨Does the demon-child know anything yet?¨ The Commander asked pointedly of him.

He sat thinking about the question for a moment before responding,¨No he does not know anything that I am aware of, sir.¨ He responded honestly. ¨From all his searches that I have followed he is no closer to finding the information he seeks. Which I would have moved to make sure he has not. Commander why are we spending so much time on this demon-child if I may ask?¨ He was genuinely confused about his assignment to one who was not cursed as of yet.

Leaning back in the chair the Commander thought for a moment before replying to his protégé. ¨We have reasons to believe he will find what has happened, but for now we must make sure that does not happen. It is for our safety he not find this information. That is your job to make sure he does not find it remember.¨ The Commander stated flatly but with a smile.

¨Yes sir, I know this,¨ He still persisted with his original query,¨but why must we follow an insignificant one like this as if they were themselves demon-spawn? That has always confused me, sir.¨ Which he was confused by all the resources used against one who did not know that this organization existed.

¨For now my pupil all I will say is treat this demon-child as if they did have those demonic powers of those heretics. We have purged them from ourselves. But to do so for the rest of the galaxy we must do so quietly.¨ The Commander smiled at that statement and continued after a moment of thought. ¨know this then, keep this creature ignorant of all things necessary till we get the required information from those that are blood of his. That pupil has always been your talent, keeping information secure so do so with this one as well, but also walk very carefully around this one.¨ The Commander stated unnecessarily.

¨I will sir.¨ He stated calmly knowing that he at least was good at his job. ¨Now that my questions are finished, here are the reports you requested and the assets we have in the area that I myself have found and cultivated for our cause....¨

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Watcher 42138-A....

Subject Query...........Correl Freehand
Birthplace Query......Unknown
Race Query...............Human Non-Clone
Age Query................Unknown
Location Query.........Tatooine
Progenitor Location Query....In Custody

Report Query.....

His first ship

Here he was all ready to go and no ship to fly. Correl had looked all over for a ship he could afford with what he had saved from all the things he had done till now. Even on the cheap ships were hard to come by on Tatooine. So he had asked around at the tavern to see if there was anyone that had ships they were in need of getting rid of for an inexpensive price.

Brooding quietly over his Corellian ale he is thinking of ways to get a ship that he could afford, but also do so legally. Giving up on these thoughts Correl looks around the room to see if there were any newcomers to ask. He noticed several newcomers that were in the holo booth which meant they were somewhere else in the galaxy and doing business here. For the most part that was normal for those who feared for their lives in certain areas. What caught his attention was a Togruta that was doing business with the local equivalent of the law.

Correl figured that if this strangely colored Togruta was doing business with the law then it can not be weapons especially with the head of the city sitting there as well. Also seeing that the queue for this booth had nobody waiting to do business with next that decided him to get into the queue and be next as it would not hurt to be told no again.

Standing there in line Correl realized just who was in the booth with the Togruta. It was the commander of the garrison here in Mos Espa and the Head of the Council members. He had seen them enough while he was working at the tavern to recognize them.

Wonder what they are getting. Correl thought to himself while standing there thinking of what he would say once he go to sit.

As the commander and council member leave the booth Correl hears the Togruta's next words vaguely, as he was watching the senior members of the town leaving.

“Alright, who is next? I only have a little time left. You young human. Come sit, speak with me about your needs and what I can do for you?” The Togruta asked quickly in clipped Basic.

Quickly Correl entered the booth and sits. “Well sir, you see, um...that is...” Correl stammered at a loss for words because he had never done business like this before.

The Togruta sympathizes with this young humans plight, but knows that that will not keep him alive so he asks,”Well boy! What is it you want? Spit it out! I have not all day to play at this!” He snaps at Correl more to get him thinking than trying to scare him as he knows this one wants to get something but is afraid to waste his credits uselessly. He sits waiting and watching his time run down on this booth knowing that if the boy does not speak soon this meeting will be over. He also sees the decision to go forward in the boys eyes and he likes what he sees.

“Well sir, you see I am newly a pilot and I was looking for someone that has a ship for sale and was wondering if you have a ship available. As this booth is used for business like that.” Correl says feeling less than he is because his voice pitched upwards as he spoke showing his nerves badly.

“Well if your looking for ships I do happen to have a couple available, but they do come as a set. And they will cost you 850,000 credits for the pair. And I highly doubt that you have that much seeing as to how your dressed farmer.” The Togruta states with certainty of what he sees. But also knowing that this farmer might actually have the credits to pay for them if he was really looking for his own ship, and probably his first at that.

Correl is dismayed at the cost but it would be 2 ships instead of one, but also he could not pilot both of them so he was at a loss as to how to proceed. “Well sir all I need is just one ship.” Correl stated calmly knowing he did not want to have to worry about another ship that he could not do something with. With that said he started to get up.

“Look here young man, sit, and listen to what I am going to tell you.” The Togruta smiles politely as Correl sits back down hesitantly. “Now I could just let you fumble around until you figured it out but let me give you some advice alright?” He waits for Correl to acknowledge the question and gets a nod of understanding. “Alright then, you can pick up the one ship and sell the other for your own profit if that will help you. And my name is Shotan Turok, and you are?” Shotan looks pleased to see a positive response from Correl.

Correl looks thoughtful at this suggestion thinking about how much he would have after the purchase and sale. He thinks for a few moments and replies,”Well met Shotan, I am called Correl Freehand around here. And my uncle is the farmer. I have been living with him all my life. The music you are hearing is what has allowed me to try and get a ship of my own. So I will do as you have suggested and purchase the pair and sell the one.” Correl looks at Turok calmly and waits for a response.

Smiling Shotan replies briskly,”Well now that that is settled insert your credit balance into the box here and the ships you see next to it will be transferred as soon as the credits are. Does that sound like a deal to you?” Shotan asks with a polite smile.

As an answer Correl inserts his numbers and watches as the ships are transferred to him immediately. “Thank you Shotan. This is great!” Correl pauses as he is getting up looking back at Shotan questioningly. “Um, Shotan if you could help me with one thing though?” Correl asks nervously.

Shotan laughs as he replies,”You mean selling the ship? Well that is the easy part......”

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Watcher 43228-A....

Subject Query...........Correl Freehand
Birthplace Query......Tatooine
Race Query...............Human Non-Clone
Age Query................Unknown
Location Query.........Minos Sector
Progenitor Location Query....In Custody

Report Query.....

Into the unknown

Krath! I wish I knew what I have done now! Correl thinks to himself hurrying through to the temple from the starport. Dodging fast moving vehicles and several pedestrians enjoying the sights or out on errands of their own Correl hurries to the temple in a sweat about the message from an old acquaintance. They had not said what was so urgent but that Correl needed to hear it from them instead of others.

Seeing his destination coming up Correl slows himself down to a normal walk to first catch his breath and to not look like he had hurried. Thinking to himself Correl wished it had not been in their shared code words for urgent. This did not bode well for his future this he knew without anything else to go wrong lately it was downright ominous to him.

Seeing the temple “Morner's Hall” Correl enters calmly and fully in control of his being knowing he is armed to the teeth this time around. Remembering the last time he met with this one almost cost him his life without his quick thinking he would have been buried in the sky.

Entering the hall he hears the prayer recording playing quietly in the background of murmuring voices in prayer. Correl scans the pews and investitures and other areas quickly for any others and only sees a few petitioners sitting randomly in the hall. Taking no chances he pulls up the hood of his robe to cover his head to make himself as nondescript as possible. Taking the side aisle up to the back of the hall where the office is he notices that the door is not fully closed as it usually is which makes him take a second look at the three petitioners spread out through the pew seats which on second look they seem to be fairly strategically placed for the suspicious mind to see.

Taking a mental inventory of all the weapons Correl has to hand and the armor he had finally picked up. He nods to himself knowing it would be a surprise to whoever wanted to do him harm. Seeing the sometime priests' staff sitting outside the door was odd enough that he picked it up and used it to push the door open carefully. Noting the normal disarray of the room was nothing new to Correl from this man. He was not the cleanest of individuals at the best of times anyways. What Correl was looking for was anything that was out of place and again nothing seemed out of place to him. Stepping inside the room Correl heard a muffled type of sound as if it was being covered by another's hand to keep the surprise total.

So they think they can take me by surprise do they, well not this time. Although this might get a bit dangerous to this room and those out in the pews at any rate. Correl smiles knowing he has not to worry about those outside. So he closes the door which is very secure against gunfire from small arms.

Raising his hand up to his chin Correl whispers as quietly as he can, “Arlunia, take them, may Krath have mercy on them if they were innocent.” A moment later three rapid shots are heard from the other side of the shielded door. Correl nods approvingly at the efficiency Arlunia has been learning at using that rifle.

“Alright, Melthos! Come out now this game is done with, your guards outside are down. And we are behind your secure door! So come out now!” Correl yells into the room not expecting a response, but also waiting and watching the room from the door which his back is against.

In his heightened awareness state he sees the bedroom door slowly open just a small amount and hears an unknown voice,”Correl Freehand, so good to meet you finally. Unfortunate as it may be at this time.” The voice sounded highly cultured and not sincere at all to Correls' ears. It was also definitely not a friendly voice either. More like a voice wanting nothing more to do with a science project it was studying at the moment.

“Unfortunate or not, you are in a secured room and I am blocking the only entrance and exit from it!” Correl responds heatedly at knowing somebody stuck in the middle might get hurt depending on the outcome of this encounter.

Laughter comes from behind the door. Laughter that is condescending and haughty in sound, but also full and strong. “Boy! You know nothing of exits in this room! Yes you block one obvious point, but there are a few others that only the original owners of this building know about. So stop your posturing and listen carefully, boy.” The voice stated haughtily from behind a closed door. “Your parents depend on your actions, make a misstep and unfortunate things can happen to them at any time. You of course would never know until we told you ourselves.”

The voice sounded confident and self assured about their position which was enough to make Correl pause and reply,”Go on I am listening.”

“Good boy,” as the voice continues the door opens more to show that Melthos really is being held but at knife point by someone in full body armour of odd design. “Now as to your search, end it now. Your progenitor's are beyond your reach or power. You will be contacted by one of our agents, you will not send them away or your parents will suffer. Is that understood, boy?!” The armoured being demands harshly.

“Alright you have my attention, Melthos can be released.” Correl speaks calmly yet not feeling calm at all, if anything he is enraged but not enough to not think instead of acting.

The armoured figure gives a nod and says,”Yes this one is no longer needed by anyone.” And proceeds to slice his throat completely and eviscerates him all in one motion.

Standing in shock Correl can only think of one thing,”Why!?” Correl screams at the armoured figure.

The armoured figure laughs again but this time short and harsh,”Why?! Little boy this creature was not needed by us any longer. That was why, besides he had become a liability to us and needed to be silence at some point. Now is as good as later is it not.” The armoured figured sounded almost casual in the taking of life of any kind almost like everything else were beneath it.

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Watcher 43229-B....

Subject Query...........Correl Freehand
Birthplace Query......Tatooine
Race Query...............Human Non-Clone
Age Query................Mid 20's
Location Query.........Minos Sector
Progenitor Location Query....In Custody

Report Query.....

Possible promotions

Correl sits looking at the cleared job que wondering when the next batch of orders for pick ups will come in.

“Now Arlunia, we need to find somebody to fill the roll of second just in case something happens to me.” Correl said to his pilot while waiting for the hyper run to finish.

Arlunia glances at Correl from the pilots seat while checking the instruments for in flight. “Boss, do not dare say you might not be coming back. I will not have you becoming that little fly-boy again now that I have you...well now that you have learned better.” She states carefully showing no emotion.

Correl leans back and thinks quietly to himself, So she does like me but will not admit it even to herself! Outloud he states,”Arlunia, you do know that these orders are to be done, and that some missions are dangerous. Especially this mission as it will be going straight into enemy territory.” With a sigh Correl turns his chair to look directly at his pilot. “I will say this again, we do need a second just in case, I am not saying I will not come back just that I might get caught. And who better to take charge if that happens than that candidate? Yes?” Correl asks not only to know he chose rightly but to know he really did choose the right one on their merits instead of guessing.

“Alright I give you that they are the right one for the job.” Arlunia grumbles grudgingly to him. “But I will say again, you had better bring you hide back home, you hear me!?” She growls at him while looking at the instruments intently. “And it better be in one piece at that!” Arlunia says in a huff then gets up and storms out of the cockpit as quickly as possible. To Correl it seemed like she was running from something.

As Correl sits and works out the wording for his letter of choice for his second he realized that he really might not come back from this mission. This more than anything spurred him on to complete the mission and get home without any incidents that usually happen. He swore to himself no mistakes this time.

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