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The Force was a topic that piqued Kip's interest over a number of years. While never a disbeliever, he considered himself a healthy skeptic into the nature of such an entity. His travels often brought him in contact with force-sensitive individuals, each with his or her own dogmatic views. The most common answer to the questions into the nature of the force was typically that it cannot easily be explained, only felt. But Kip remained perpetually dissatisfied with such vague answers, as the problems were numerous. For one, feeling was subjective. The only consistency in the 'feeling' that the force provided was a connection. One Jedi presented the concept to him this way: all things are wrapped in a network of very tight ropes, both directly and indirectly. When one strand of the rope vibrates, every strand feels it. Force-sensitivity, she explained further, is the awareness of the rope and sometimes, the ability to vibrate and even tug parts of the rope in a direction of your choosing.
Kip found this to be the most adequate response, but it still left numerous and troubling questions: what was the purpose did such an entity serve? Was it conscious? If it is conscious, what is its agenda? To Kip, the easily confirmed existence of an entity like the force left two very real options: either all life is connected to each-other in an ungoverned network that is ripe for the taking by the most powerful, or that the network governs itself and all life is subject to predestination.
The show...is not the stage.
Kip's diplomatic failure gave way to opportunity.A chatty, down-on-his-luck driver of an ironically-named ComfortRide had taken up Kip's call.The driver, a balding man in his forties who had played the markets all wrong and was on the verge of divorce, had taken up a career in taxiing as a last hope for some financial stability in unstable times.But the ComfortRide itself provided a less-than-optimal travel for the passenger, who regarded the talkative man with a cheery smile while contemplating metaphysics and determinism, as cynics most often do.
"She's not much to look at," said the driver, whom Kip would come to know later on as a man named Sohl Ghennon."But a little bit of love and care and I'll turn her around into the finest taxi in CoCo town."
"You can start with some seat cushions," replied Kip, who was bracing himself from the rattles and shakes of the vehicles, "and maybe some aerodynamic stabilizers."
The driver laughed as the vehicle gave a heavy lurch, "You know what that is?That's actually sound.The vibrations of the air running through the cracks in the hull at a frequency that resonates with the metal body.That rocking you're feeling is the rhythm of my baby's song."He gave the side of the vehicle a couple of proud thumps, which the vehicle seemed to respond in turn with its own sort 'musical' chaos.
Kip displayed a very obvious and deliberate gaze of bewilderment at the driver.Here was a man who was on his last leg, who started a taxi business with a single vehicle that was clearly not fit for taxiing, and who still managed to find it within himself to find goodness and humor in the world."She's a hell of a singer," Kip replied with a grin.
As the ComfortRide pulled into range of the Airhub, Kip drew out a datapad from his coat while activating his Com Link."R3, do you have that list of ships I asked for?"
After some delay, there was a series of confirmation beeps and several listings appeared on Kip's datapad.While scrolling through, the driver named Sohl glanced back at Kip."We're coming up on the Airhub now.Is there a specific port or ship you'd like me to take you to?"
In all of the years that Kip had searched into the nature of the Force, he had never felt the connection.But as a blurry list of names scrolled on the datapad, a single one stood out quite sharply that made him feel at least cognitively aware of the network of ropes, as he would come to call it.It was a name that bore a sort of coincidental humor that served a cynic such as he.It would be the same sort of cynical humor that would bring him back to this moment sometime in the future, reflecting on his time with driver.Sohl Ghennon: a man who lost nearly everything and turned a 120% taxi fare into a reputable and well-distinguished transportation business not just in CoCo Town, but across Coruscant.
"Areta", Kip replied with his characteristic grin, "that's a nice name."