Memories Of Better Days

[Arage Bao]

Punch it.

And punch it Sam did. It was only the beginning for him though. The ship jumped into hyperspace and at the same time the Rekali clansman closed his eyes, specialists of instinctive astrogation could do more than simply plot out good courses, more than feeling the beat of the world around them and act accordingly. At the more competent levels they could actively smooth out the journey ahead of them, push away mass shadows in front of them and minimize the risks involved.

Sam wasn't as good as Jorus. He would never hyperchuck things or himself while he was on a planet -- surrounded by a thick veil of mass shadows, but this? This he had done for so many years now. Instinctively pushing past the mass shadows projected by astronomical objects and forging a path ahead.

He didn't have much to say. Probably couldn't say anything while doing his thing. The blue-white iridescent lights flashed past them and Ember would get the faint sense that their speed was only increasing.

[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Ember had ridden along on enough of these jaunts to know that the best use of his time wasn’t anxious monitoring of the future or the surrounding hyperspace. He wasn’t good at those regardless. The better assurance of a safe trip was focusing on the astrogator, not the astrogated. Sam’s state of mind, his Force connection, his allegiance even. This was the first time he’d been around Sam when his brother used the Force in a serious way -- first time in many years. He was relieved to find nothing especially dark about it. What with all the Vahla holdouts, Clan Rekali already had enough Darksiders. Even his consigliere, Oren Beorn, walked on that side of things, though he had his reasons. That wasn’t to say that Sam blazed with pure light or any such thing. Calm focus, rough around the edges, more interested in results than high-minded ideals or petty venality. Light side, Ember would have said, if he’d had much interest in the classic duality as the ultimate descriptor. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]They were, he realized, accelerating past what the Tegaanalir’s drive could handle. Sam was spurring them along somehow, bolstering the hyperspace bubble or clearing their path. Ember let out a low whistle. “I didn’t know this was a thing. Explains how that Merrill guy can get where he’s going so fast, though.”[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

“Ain’t nowhere close to his talent, but yah. Pretty handy every once in awhile.” it wasn’t a potential to wrestle Rancors, zip through the sky like some kind of superhero or pull a star destroyed out of said sky like it ain’t nobody’s business. But it was something, something that put his mind at ease and made him useful in these days - what with people trying to find new frontiers here and there, connections between societies difficult to be contained without the HoloNet and unknown territory constantly being opened up.

Naw, Sam had enough to do and didn’t feel remotely useless. He had his part to play and others had theirs. Ain’t much else a guy could do.

“You still wrestling rancors in your spare time?”

Ember had always been fond of showing off.

[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Samael Rekali"]

"Only on Tuesdays."

The Tegaanalir dropped out of hyperspace, and Ember sat back, eyes going wide. Nebulae were generally less impressive than most people thought -- popular images were doped with false colour -- but the Hard Roil had enough insanity going on that the visual spectrum was well represented. He'd seen some sights in here. But nothing compared to what loomed up in front of them.

"What the-"

Even as he expressed incredulity, though, the substance and scale of the thing became clear. A space grazer -- he'd thought they were extinct. And maybe they were, because this one was dead, larger than anything he'd seen in space before short of an astronomical object or a command ship. Eyes wide, he muttered a spell to enhance his vision, and surface detail multiplied. He stabilized himself against the console.

"Holy..."