I'm a man whos got very specific tastes

[Coren Starchaser]

The guns were moving, he was getting the hang of that, but the next step? He was taking his time. He had a while to be out here, out in the Aing-Tii space, and even if the post count didn’t make notice of it, people should learn to read and understand that the post count wasn’t the end all of end all.

This next situation, after he had been approved with a stamp of ‘fairly competent’ of moving inorganic objects to him was to test his legs with moving himself. They had allowed him his combat armor, the one he was using most often, the one he was the most familiar with. Fitting him like a second skin as opposed to an armor set, the Vanguard armor was built for him, built by him, and designed to make him feel as comfortable and safe in it as he was in a starfighter, or any other vessel.

He had his armor, he was in the training grounds and he was looking forward. The Aing-Tii described this as not trying to fold yourself, but the space around you, to move yourself faster, move yourself in a blink from your starting area to your target. You rush in, close the gap, and you’re there. You can go anywhere, but they knew Coren’s focus was ending the battle quickly.

A soldier, more than he’d ever admit.

Deep breaths, and focus, he was going to make this work. He knew what he was expecting, he saw the Aing-Tii do it, perform these feats. What they could do, he could do. He was using the Force, pulling in the energy he needed. Charging himself. Preparing. And that was what he spent the first few days of this exercise doing. Focusing, centering, pulling in energy, biding his time and pulling himself into the Force.

Preparing.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

War, this was what Coren was made for. He was here to explore the galaxy and declare war. And if he could make it so that his war efforts were a bit harder than others? Then that was all he needed. He could take the hits that others didn’t need to, that others didn’t deserve. He was a defender, a watchman, a Warden of the galaxy. What he needed to do was continually prove to the galaxy around him that he was as heavy a hitter as the rest of the galaxy, and that meant learning at least one more skill to add to his small pot that would win the galaxy.

And that meant he was doing a lot of focusing a lot of throwing his will, and a lot of unleashing himself from the bounds the galaxy had. In order to fold space, you needed the understanding of the basics of physics. Knowledge the Aing-Tii were instilling in him when he wasn’t in the training rooms. When he wasn’t in the training halls, locating his center, he was out, causing a mess for the rest of the galaxy.

Once he opened himself up to this, he knew he would be a force to be reckoned with. A blaster wielding battering ram. Nothing the galaxy had ever seen before. Armor designed to deflect lightsabers, Coren was going to be something else entirely. Hopefully he could inspire a new generation of Force users, the ones who were here were stuck in their ways, the Sanctum, the Republic, they were useless to him.

He was focused, he was ready, and he was starting to hurl himself across the training room, not quite a space folding event, but he was blasting across the room, speed enhanced and in a stage where he had to focus on where he was going to end up, and it helped if he knew that the ned result was going to save someone. The week when he unleashed this was tiring.

Focus, energy, intent, execution. Simple, right?

Days of this, days until he perfected the methods, and he was ready for the next part of his training with the Aing-Tii.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He knew that he had limitations. He couldn’t make this Fold Space tackle work through most solids. Some walls, he could do, but they’d be shattering in his wake. He wasn’t bending the space around him, he was pulling the space around him, including himself, his small arms and armor and hurling it at a foe, at a target. He was making it so he got to where he needed to go, and he did it with a lot of energy.

From there, he knew he’d be having pulled in a lot of energy, this hold Fold Space business seemed to generate energy for him. And he was the type who always found ways to expend it. It was going to come out in a shockwave. That was something they didn’t expect. But this was a Starchaser, for all the pain he’d have to go through to even pull something like this off in one-on-one combat, he was going to need some big way to finish it off.

Charge in, blast the Force out from him, and start firing with his scatter gun. Welcome to Thunderdome, Sith.

A few examples of that and the Aing-Tii were even looking at him differently. But that was what was going to occur. He was going to make it work, and he’d be able to make it all work. Mixing a strong Force Sense skill, instinctive astrogation, he knew where he was at all times. Mix in the ability to absorb power from the Force being used around him? He’d be able to charge himself when he entered this kind of mode of attack. Being a decent writer? That meant he was working on a mixture of Force pool and Rage meter in order for the game mechanics to not break.

Other writers would just have to trust that the character wasn’t going to be able to break face, but there was going to be pain involved.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Outer Rim Territories (Destination: Kathol Sector)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Rimma Trade Route - Jumping from Eriadu[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px][member="Coren Starchaser"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His destination was the Trition Trade Route. They were passing it through via the Rimma Trade Route - a hyperlane that his crime syndicate had been scouting out for quite some time now. The operations were going fairly well - from Fondor to Yag’Dhul, and Sollust to Sluis Van… they were slowly but steadily expanding their own influence over these worlds. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It always starts small, of course. The renting of port space, warehouses and factories: all of which served to entrench the Exchange into the local economy. But eventually they would move on to the bribing and buying of officials, politicians and the sort for a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]listening[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] ear. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]All of which went fairly well in the case of the Rimma Trade Route. With the Fringe gone and the Protectorate crumbling in on itself… well there wasn’t much in the way of cash, coming to fund the various planetary officials.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Economical malaise, they liked to call it. And the Salvatrucha Economical Development Corporation was just the corporate entity to help uplift and stabilize such venues for their own profit. Though the Trition Trade Route wasn’t Khaleel’s destination for these reasons.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The Kathol Sector wasn’t yet on his list to expand. At least not in any official capacity, no Demonsgate had taught him enough when it came to that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Khal was actually on a vacation, of sorts. Some time ago he realized that it was a very, very long time ago since he last had some kind of trip outside of usual business - there was always some kind of opportunity or trick in his mind in the past. And in that time he had been able to explore a large portion of the galaxy… but still.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There was something to say about simply taking a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]deep[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] breath and just explore. At this point in time Khal was fairly… rich, money wasn’t really an issue anymore, but that didn’t mean he started to like all that slick and ‘stylish’ stuff.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Far from it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His ride for this trip was a retrofitted [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]D5-Mantis Patrol Craft[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. Restored to its original state, which had been [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]really[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] expensive, but definitely worth it in the end. You really can’t just replace something like a D5 with some garbage Sienar New Age-crap.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Retro was back again, baby. [/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A strange rattling sound was barely audible over the hum of the hyperdrive, but it [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]was[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] audible. The engineers had offered to take care of that issue - something about the inertia capacitor overworking itself during long travel times. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Nothing life threatening, but it could start working on people’s nerves at some point.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Khal wouldn’t have none of it, of course. In his eyes the rattling sound only gave the ship that much more [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]character[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] and authenticity, so the engineers relented in the end with a fierce roll of the eye, but that was to be expected. He was currently sitting in the hold of the ship, looking over the various packages that he had brought with him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Most of ‘em were supplies for the journey ahead. He didn’t bring too much, because Khal knew that Kal'Shebbol would be his first stop before venturing further into the Kathol Sector - so there would be plenty of opportunities to restock his hold. Cheaper too when it came to refueling costs and the sort, yeah… he was pretty rich. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But that didn’t mean he should be wasteful with his money. It was the number one way to be a piss poor sod in a random alleyway again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Water canisters, check. Nutrient pills… check. One PlayHutt Magaz- hey, I didn’t pack this!” Khal half-shouted over his shoulder, to the astromech droid that was doing some maintenance. The droid bleeped a few times before continuing its work. It did seem to be very convinced though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Really… I uh.. didn’t.” he coughed softly, before slipping it into his pocket anyway. Couldn’t really hurt for when uh… stuff got a bit lonely.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Smooth, Khally. Really smooth.[/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He was fine with the feeling he had among the new abilities from the past few weeks. He’d be able to move freely and be able to use himself as a living weapon. New tricks up his sleeve, and maybe something to even give Jorus Merrill a run for his money. But then again, Coren would need to be able to keep line of sight at all times. He was excited for the next step. He had heard about this before, it involved moving vehicles in the same way he had been spending time moving everything else. Objects, himself, and a ship. The ship movement.

That was why he was here. If he could take a starfighter, or hell, the ShortFin and jump it around someone? That would be a definite boom for his combat abilities. Show up, flying a starfighter and then show them what he could really do with the ship? Yeah, the One Sith, and anyone else looking to remove freedoms from the galaxy would be in for a show. What he was learning now was a bit of the flight capabilities of some of their ships. They had their larger vessels, the Sanhedrim ships, and would use smaller ships, fighters, shuttle analogs, for training.

What he was going to do was probably need to find a way to replicate the living hulls as best as he could. He would have to get on that.

But for now? The next few days were spent learning the aero- and astro-nautics of these new fighters. Avionics and flight styles. Organic fighters? Great.

He’d need something more his style.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The next day would find him in the ship, in the fighter. He had Arsex launch in the Tachyon Rising so that this could all be logged for posterity sake. So he knew that this wasn’t some kind of Force-fever-sick. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. He knew the records of the Aing-Tii were true enough, and he knew he wasn’t in some sort of dream sequence, still locked in a carbonite brick somewhere in the Unknown Regions.

Well, he was mostly sure of that.

The fighter lifted off and he made it to vacuum. He could do this in atmosphere, but that was already proven. Space, which was a different ballpark. The Aing-Tii knew he could fly. Coren knew he could fly, that bit wasn’t the trick, but the trick? That was getting into the groove of jumping the fighter. The first few days of these flights would include the Aing-Tii jumping their larger ships, and the smaller ones. Coren was observing, feeling the Force adjust from the way the Monks used it, feeling how they folded space, and directed themselves.

Get the necessary kinetic energy, and will yourself and the ship, extend the bubble of your will, to be elsewhere. A lot was needing to be considered though, your ship kept its velocity, you kept your trajectory. Using this, you needed to be sure you weren’t jumping into an asteroid, or worse, a laser blast. That’d end your trip pretty quick. It was possible to avoid the use of a hyperdrive, but y’know knowledge of not being a bag of penis, had the writer nerfing this to a line of sight. And sure, space was a big thing, but the jumps weren’t that far.

This was a Starchaser after all.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Aing-Tii knew where Coren’s practice lay. He was a pilot. He was a Force user who needed to… almost amp up? That was the worst description, but while so many of the Force gods in the galaxy could just bend the Force to their will, last count there were 7 people who claimed the title of Most Powerful Forcer, he needed to be in the mind set to use anything, instinctive astrogation came when he was calm, draining and absorbing was his go to, his panic button while stunning happened when he was focused, and lightning when he was in a rage. The order came through that they were going to be throwing ion shots at one another, well, Coren versus a few of the other fighters.

And the dogfights were on. Coren wasn’t taking it easy, and he wasn’t getting it taken easy on him, but he was rlling with moderate damage. He wasn’t perfect, and nowhere would he ever claim he was. Word has it, in the future, he has to blast his own hand off to get away from a Sith.

Still, he could take most pilots, and NPCs were simple to go against, but what he really needed was the charge, the adrenaline, and he was falling into this like it was actual laser blasts, and he had something to worry about. They were watching the way he was reaching to the Force, and the Aing-Tii were working on trapping him. What came next, that was why he was here.

He reached out to the Force, on instinct, something they were working on getting him to do when he was in the combat situations earlier, because, yes, some of the events in this thread involved Coren going against live and simulated fire exercises to move himself through space with the Aing-Tii skills.

This section? Definitely did. But what happened was interesting from the perspective that Coren did it. He rolled the fighter and leapt through, around, or past the fighter ahead of him, popping up about 15 meters beyond the fighter coming for him. That was an unsettling and he had to grapple for control, and reach where he was in the Force, re-center himself.

That was going to take some adjusting.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

If he could pull that off once, why not again? The excitement in his mind, his body, his blood, was kicking his connection to the Force into overdrive. He could feel the galaxy around him a little bit better. Each time he got into battle, it increased his connection, sure, it didn’t make him stronger, but he’d be able to use what skills he did possess a bit faster, a bit more intimately. It allowed him to combine the way the Force worked, and spin its currents and flows how he need it.

Rolling the fighter and banking it back, not as it was not as precise as the ShortFin, but even she was going to need to go through the upgrades he had planned. Coren Starchaser was one of the peak pilots to result from a eugenics program. Imperial funded and very far looking into the future. They had their fingers in the Service Corps at this time, and truth be told, Coren’s father and grandfather were the first two to break away since the dawn of Palpatine’s Empire to join the Jedi, and the Republic.

He himself? Many of the markers from the eugenics program. Extra creativity to bridge the gap with his Force powers, enhanced (not nearly super human, but very quick) reflexes, and a knack for feeling like a starship was part of his body, a spacer, a pilot. But now? He was reaching a whole new level in the Force.

He wondered how much more he could be paid by the company with this new skill… Looking at the incoming fighters, he gunned the throttle and jumped, bent the space around him, and leapt through, between and around. This was going to be very useful.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The next few days were going to be a repeat of these missions, working to build the skills he was developing with the Aing-Tii, he was going to work on jumping items, charging his body at hurling himself at the enemy and releasing bursts of energy. The Aing-Tii were a very solid group to work with, and he was interested in seeing how it would change the way the Force worked with him. What skills would he keep, which would change? He knew that compared to most of the Force gods in the galaxy, he didn't have hardly any in the way of a quiver of Force powers. Besides, he could mix his skill set.

And this one? Well, these would be even better to add to the list. That made him a lot more difficult to pin down, and something he'd probably want to share with Kaia. Through his network, he knew what she was up to, and the girl was always on the move. He knew she where her skills were displaying, movement skills as well, just like him. But where he could manipulate energy, she could manipulate temperature. It was... different.

But he'd bring her here, once he could get back. Once she was ready.

For now? he was loading himself up in the Tachyon Rising with blueprints and a shopping list on how to improve his current ships to make use of these new powers.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Tachyon Rising was always his home, it was more his home, some weeks, than the Dawn Treader and to Coren, that was a big statement. He spent the early part of his twenties, before the fall into the carbonite nap, defending that ship, supplying it and protecting her crew and charges with everything he had in him. Starships, the Force and that Starchaser creativity that was needed to bridge the gap between using the Force, firing blasters and fancy pilot moves. But now, he was linked into a pool of powers he had forgotten about, powers he hardly even understood were there.

And traveling by that, that falling beneath the surface, it felt like it almost charged him. Imagine that? Coren Starchaser having to struggle to get his adrenaline and Force reserves moving until he could hit that peak, that prime spot, where things could be done. The pilot was on his way out of the Kathol Rift, being assisted by Aing-Tii vessels, for a faster jump, a faster trip out of the rift and back to the rest of the galaxy.

Once he was back in the galaxy, there were a few things he needed to get done. A few other things he needed to train on. And to use his new set of skills in a more open environment.