GreyJedi
Galen Paven
Galen had managed to get himself on to Tatooine. He had no particular reason wny he was there but something drew him there. Something set his feelings ary and he landed at one of the space ports. His Jewdi Starfighter, which had no distigushable markings, powered down. Galen of course was no dressed to look like a jedi. He had looked more like a normal resident of Tatooine. He wore just a simple tan tunic and plain boots. Nothing that screamed Jedi. Nothing that said HEY. He was just there. His Starfighter, of course, was so old that no one would really get what it was. Galen had opened the cockpit and jumped out. he tossed some credits to the landing pad attendant and nodded. He made his way into the space port and felt something a bit more strong. Was it another Jedi? Was it someone who was sensitive but had no idea? Was it a Sith? Galen had no idea. He did not want to reach out even further and give himself a way if it was something evil. Galen walked over to the bar and sat for a second.
"What'll it be Mac?!" the bar host had asked.
"Jawa Juice. with a twist of Meiloorun" Galen had responded. He waited for a second and the host had brought it over to him. He sat there casually, placed the payment on the bartop and he took a sip of the drink. He sat there, just relaxing when, again, he felt the force ripple again. There was someone here, close, to him. The sense he had felt in space was no where near as strong as this one was. The feeling was that who ever it was was literally with in feet of him. Feet? no way, Feet? Maybe yards but not....wait, Feet? Was the entity he was persuing in this very space port? Galen had taken another sip of his drink and a bite of the fruit. Galen took a deep breath and turned around. Was the entity in the room? Galen couldn't reach too far with out giving himself away.
"What'll it be Mac?!" the bar host had asked.
"Jawa Juice. with a twist of Meiloorun" Galen had responded. He waited for a second and the host had brought it over to him. He sat there casually, placed the payment on the bartop and he took a sip of the drink. He sat there, just relaxing when, again, he felt the force ripple again. There was someone here, close, to him. The sense he had felt in space was no where near as strong as this one was. The feeling was that who ever it was was literally with in feet of him. Feet? no way, Feet? Maybe yards but not....wait, Feet? Was the entity he was persuing in this very space port? Galen had taken another sip of his drink and a bite of the fruit. Galen took a deep breath and turned around. Was the entity in the room? Galen couldn't reach too far with out giving himself away.