RP History Post 715 CoN Incoming! lstarwalker 11/16/01 4:42 pm The fabric of space and time tore at the seams as the Corellia StarDrive Courscant-class Heavy Courier, dubbed the "Sands of Time", exited the plane of travel known as hyperspace. Piloted expertly by Lance Starwalker, head of Starwalker Enterprises, the GE Commerce Affilate, specializing in Shipping, the vessel steered towards the planet heading for its surface. The ships transponder, gave off proper credentials, as Lance was a loyal New Republic citizen who had been an active supporter of there government since its enception following the fall of the Galactic Empire. Transmitting and recieving a flight plan the ship didn't deviate from its course flying to its directed location past the shields. Lance noted the careful scanning of his vessel but thought nothing of it since he was a law abiding citizen. As the craft touched down hissing and steaming Lance stretched out his back and arms, standing up. His brown jedi robes floating around the 30 year old as he moved about the ship. His brown cybernetically enhanced eyes scanned the empty cargo hold. With his staunch reputation as a reputed Shipping man, 10 PP in his account, a Gun of Command holstered at his hip and Goo Gun (Spray Stick) slung on his back Lance smiled while departed his ship setting the codes to lock it down as he departed. Taking a deep breeth of Coruscanian air Lance made his way towards the lower levels of Coruscant in hopes of finding some business for his fledging company. Post 722 CoN Seedy Underbelly lstarwalker 11/17/01 3:41 pm Moving through the lowest scumiest levels of Coruscant were the forgotten dwelled and the Galactic underworld flourished Lance moved with a familarity that was not common for a man of his professional stature. Not standing out Lance followed his instincts towards a dark dank shop hidden away from prying eyes. The city on top of city on top of city that towered over the lower levels did not allow a ray of light to shine through, making the place gloomy roound the clock. Greeted by a lanky sharp toothed Barbel Lance glared aroudn the surprisingly neat and organized shop. "Want do you want, Jedi..." the Barbel hissed in its best broken basic. Understanding the Barbel species and thanking the force for his good fortune Lance smiled to the arms merchant. "My Lightsaber was destroyed battling evil, I require a new one and some arms and armor for my journey to battle evil and the DarkSide." Embellishing a bit the truth and exhaggerating his own powers and importance Lance looked the part. Though he was hoping to become a true Jedi and was studying its lore and history he was no Jedi Knight yet, nor did he have a lightsaber but his training had dictated he get one and with no master to teach him how to construct one finding one would be the best way. From there he would learn all he needed. A tireless student, as proved by his law degree, Lance would study for hours if required to do so to fully grasp a concept. Hissing loadly the Barbel merchant looked displeased. "Follow me." Lance followed closely behind the creature, to the counter, where the alien reached underneath setting a small wooden carved box down. Kowing the history of the race dictated he help a Jedi if possible, for they had helped there species saving them from each other. "Take this." Hissed the Barbel. Opening up the case Lance's eyes lit up. He tried to hide the smile on his face at his good fortune. Taking it out an egniting it, Lance flashed the blade around, taking notice of its lack of any appreciable mass, glowing orange-white blade, and the fluidness which it sliced through the thick air of the Coruscanian underbelly. "This will do." Lance said while taking a pause and placing the weapon back in its case. Handing the Barbel a list he smiled. "I require these items as well." The Barbel hissed loudly. "This armor you asked will not due. Take our Microbe Armor, Jedi. I would be disgraced if I did not offer." (monthly weapon allotment) Lance simply nodded removing his cloak and weapons then allowed the armor to cover his body. Replacing the cloak around his newly armored body Lance placed the newly aquired equipment, a personal shield, a sonic pistol and a flechette pistol in there newly aquired holsters along with his Goo Gun and Gun of Command he had previously, prized hierlooms from the family business. Lance tapped a few strokes on his datapad transfering 2.2 PP to the Barbel, leaving 7.8 in his balance. "May the Force be with you." Lance added grabbing the lightsaber case from the counter and hurrying out of the store. He heard the hissing of the Barbel as he flew out of the store back towards the upper levels of the city-covered world. Things so far had been going well. It was possibly time to see about the political situation in the Republic now that he felt a bit more comfortable with his personal safety. making his way upwards to the light Lance reached the main government building. Quickly he turned and made his way back to his ship. He remembered something he had forgotten to grab that he would need. Post 731 CoN Diplomatic Mission Already? lstarwalker 11/19/01 10:46 am Upon reaching the "Sands of Time" the loyal Republic citizen, with a scholarly background and galactic law degree sent out a communication to the acting Chief of State of the Republic. =C=Greetings, Verde Sobe. My name is Lance Starwalker, I have heard speculations that the Republic is desperate for qualified leaders in its government. When I heard this sad rumor I thought it could not possibly be true. As I hope it is not the case I arrived here a few days ago to make sure the Republic remained strong and true to its nature. I have heard many great things of your leadership. As a citizen and supporter of your form of Government I would like to offer my services in any ways possible to aid you in our struggle to keep a free and open government for all beings of the Galaxy. Feel free to contact me at this communications channel. Unfortunately I must depart hastly on business and hopefully a worth while diplomatic mission for the Republic. I hope to hear from you soon. Lance Starwalker=C= The communication was sent to the Chief of Staffs office to hopefully be recieved and reviewed. After finishing up the communication Lance began prepping his ship for departure. Following procedure for departure the ship of Lance successfully cleared the bustling planet of Coruscant's atmosphere and shielding blasting into space. Carefully calculating the trajectory the "Sands of Time" broke into the plane of hyperspace. Post 1511 GENB Republic Business lstarwalker 11/19/01 11:13 am The hyperspace alarm began sounding aboard the "Sands of Time" a Corellia StarDrive Courscant-class Heavy Courier owned by Lance Starwalker, Republic Citizen and independent businessman running Starwalker Enterprises, a successfully Shipping Company based out of the Kalarba system. Slowly pulling back the levels of the device known as a hyperdrive Lance made the ship become one with real space and time again in the system of Agamar. Home of the last few famed Jedi Knights. Hoping to reach a benificial agreement with planet for his business and the Republic Lance would try to negoiate a deal for the fledging Republic Fleet and his small shipping company. And if he was real lucky possibly get some basic instructions on becoming a Jedi Knight. The ship transmitting its neutral transponder code identifing itself as the "Sands of Time" under the ownership of one Lance Starwalker attempted to reach the surface for instructions on proceeding safely. =C= This is Lance Starwalker on board the "Sands of Time" awaiting instructions. Please respond.=C= Lance hoped to go by unnoticed as the ship scanned the area just incase trouble was near.