Public Corellians Homecoming

[Coren Starchaser]

The airspeeder pulled into the main center of Tyrena. For too long the Starchasers have left Corellia. The world was theirs. As was any number of worlds that they found during their traveler and helped settle. The wings of the Skyhopper folded up as it found its landing zone.

Her father was back on the world and it made for good reason to see Kaia return. A smile on her face after she took the flight helmet off. As she moved her probe droid Drifter followed her. Her dark black and blue hair contrasted with her green skin. Half mirialan but all Corellian fire she was hurried inside

A cantina near the city center. Near enough that people wouldn't consider anything amiss. But with not one but two Starchasers in the cantina, because that was definitely her father.

The call had gone out to all.

Starchasers were back on Corellia. Using the world to observe the Core. And the world restart the exploration fleet and the new Stars of Hope initiative. It would be a way for Coren himself to remove himself from the wars of his past. But while he was splitting time between Kattada and Corellia, he wanted the locals to know that the Stronghold of Tyrena was being used again. For more than just a family estate.

As a gathering location.

A place of hope in an otherwise dark galaxy.

 

[Tav Vash]

Tink, tink, tink.

His gunbelt hang loose, and he entered the cantina. He cocked his head, the shadow from his hat covering his face. He took a deep breath, looking around the bar. He paced forward, eyeing one of the many Starchasers up and down- and not without, perhaps, a lack of contempt. Tav wasn't physically imposing, he wasn't a big brute, he wasn't a Sith Lord. But the way he carried himself, down to the placement of his hands on his hips and gunbelt- was evident that the man was clearly always ready for a fight.

"New do-gooders, huh?" He sounded unimpressed, but a bit curious. Tav tilted his hat up to get a better look, blue eyes scanning the Jedi before him.

"Galaxy's next best thing, from one of people that always seems to be caught in the middle of a screw-up."

Coren may not have known Tav, but Tav sure as hell knew the name Starchaser. As did everyone around here. And not everyone was on the same page about the Jedi, this and that. But he'd hear the man out. At the least.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

The fact her father was here was something she didn’t quite understand. He’d handed the reins of the company over to her years back when he considered and opted to stay in the Jedi Order full time.

And then he became a wayseeker.

Kaia always held to her Warden life. And was more than happy to come home to Tyrena for a few days before trekking out again. And test flights of the company’s airspeeder was going well. Would do well for expeditionary teams.

“Hey Dad. Welcome home.” She said as she placed her flight helmet on the table and made to order her own drink.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Despite being Corellian, despite the opportunity, Jerec got hives off this place. In search of good haggling on used ships, he'd landed at the old main pad a couple of klicks away and walked, taking in the seascape, the anachronistic lighthouse, the beach, the sunlight and sea air and birds and local plants and so forth. Too much nature, he caught himself mumbling as he trudged toward the house. Too much nature. Did his ancestors curse him for the sentiment? Probably.

And all of that aside, he was about to be in the even more uncomfortable presence of...Jedi.

Mother Jungle damn'em. Turn their bones to loam. Those probably weren't the authentic Ithorian homeworld curses, but like billions of Ithorians he'd never been to Ithor.

He paused at the gate, grimaced with both neckmouths, and went inside the Stronghold of Tyrena.

"Evening, folks," he said loudly to all present in what appeared to be a gathering place's gathering place. He unshouldered his bag. "Jerec Asyr, Corellian king of pre-owned vessels, the very finest deals, rare components from Firefist, cash money for your used..."

He stuttered, just briefly, as his gaze passed Coren Starchaser . It wasn't anger or fear but it wasn't not them either. He tried not to think about the laser sword on his own belt.

"...boats. Space boats."

Tav Vash

 

[Coren Starchaser]

There was a lot going on lately. The galaxy was getting bigger, and smaller, but the one thing that Coren Starchaser knew was that he was getting older, and someone had to take charge of his homeworld. The Alliance was here, and that was swell, for what it was, but without the Pryce clan around, there had to be others. And that was why he was making Corellia known as his primary home once again. Kaia was here, sure, but she’d be out in the Levant space again soon, Jared was in the Outer RIm, and Coren could watch the Core, from both Corellia and Kattada.

Most had seen the report of the Stars of Hope, the new initiative he was hoping to get underway, and well, was, but looking to expand.

Looking over to the one who spoke first, Coren nodded and laughed.

“I think its time the galaxy remembers what we’re all about on this world. Going our own way. As for do-gooders? There’s profit in it, most times. Helping people comes in many ways, and it may just be that we’re breaking through the Blackwall, fame and glory, and credits.” Honest smuggling was what it was.

Looking up to Jerec, Coren smirked, whether the Ithorian understood it or not was something else.

“Actually, could be using some second hand boats…"

Tav Vash Jerec Asyr

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Coren smirked, whether the Ithorian understood it or not was something else.

“Actually, could be using some second hand boats…"

Having grown up on this very planet, Jerec grokked human expressions so far as they were grokkable. A smirk could mean anything. He repressed the urge to bristle because this Jedi was a famous one. A rich one, with known Levantine Sanctum connections.

And a Levantine Sanctum boat had been sitting untouched on the back lot of Quekko's Choice Ship Emporium for thirty-five years.

"Well then." Jerec brought out a little round holoprojector and blipped up a rotating holo. "What we have here is the the 'Laekia Legacy,' a Levantine Sanctum Haytham-class tactical interdictor. Sixty-six metres. Extreme stealth, asymmetric gravity well, so they have no clue where the interdiction is coming from. Just the thing if you're out to frustrate something big and nasty on your doorstep."