Corellia's Open Orbit

"I go where I am called. They call to me. I trust in the Force to bring me where they gather. Where they gather, I am called. I go where I am called..."

The G9 Rigger freighter rattled fiercely as it exited hyperspace. Any deep space listening station happening to tune in to the event would no doubt wonder if a disintegrating craft had just exited hyperspace while coming apart. There were certainly no panicked screams, no distress calls and no weapons damage displayed on the hull. At least, no recent weapons damage showed on the hull. The Vapor merely exited hyperspace with a death rattle before settling into a pre-arranged descent orbit prepared by the computer system on board.

::Corellia landing control. G9 Rigger freighter 00008736452-A13, civilian designation Vapor, entering system. Ship registered to Jedi Knight Ceri Velit of Balmorra. No commercial cargo. One passenger. Permission for long-distance invasive scan is given and shields will be lowered upon demand. Requesting appropriate landing coordinates.::

It all ticked off by the numbers from the ship's central computer. A text-coded message with no voice component. Sure, the transmission went on to list all needed data from water content to pathogen scans of the air, but there was no sign of a sentient being aboard steering it along. And should the Corellian authorities find the records of Jedi Ceri Velit, making reference to the 63 year-old Zabrak female's self-exile from the Jedi order many years ago, they might further be confounded by the fact that the lone life form aboard the ship didn't have the biometrics of an adult Zabrak female. It was also entirely possible they had the Jedi Knight's obituary on file, though that information would have to have come directly from the Republic listening post on Helska.

Regardless, the adolescent human male was too busy to concern himself with the mechanics of flying and responding to hails from space-traffic controllers. His time was better spent in the rear cargo bay of the ship, his fingers brushing the ancient paper tome of his master in reverent motions as he recited the litany to himself in her mother tongue.

"I am as I am. And they are as nothing before me.

"I am as I am. And they are as nothing before me.

"I am as I am. And they are as nothing before me.

"I go where I am called."

There were three outcomes to the Vapor's approach to Corellia. They would be given permission to land, and so Aleranus would find himself disembarking on the planet of Corellia- a place he had barely heard of more than a month ago, as per the final instructions of his master. The ship would be turned away and Aleranus would trust the Force to guide him to a new place, a place where he was needed. Or the Vapor would be shot down by Corellian defense forces, something Aleranus had no skill to prevent in the slightest, were he at the controls.

The flight computer of the Vapor did not respond to the guard's message- at least, not verbally. The freighter did shift subtly in its course, putting it on a landing trajectory for the Jedi Academy. Aleranus noted the change in his center of gravity with the turn, but otherwise kept at his studies while the ship entered the atmosphere...

-A single space transport vessel sailed silently across the silence of space towards Corellia's spaceport. The vessel, aptly named The Dauntless, was a public transport vessel that carried a vast assortment of goods along with its sentient cargo. Amongst those onboard was a traveling Jedi Master and her soon-to-be padawan Tantin. The ship smelt strongly of body odours and other dried goods that vendors tried to peddle to them along the journey. Even the seasoned Jedi, Hesper Calix, found it difficult to maintain her calm after the olfactory invasion that assaulted her senses. She glanced down at the small kushiban sitting beside her. She felt pity for him, his acute sense of smell was likely causing havoc to his composure.-

=Hesper Calix=
"Remain focussed on the Force, Little One. It will all be over soon, and I will bring to the Jedi Temples of Corellia. I've been told that this Temple has been rebuilt since the days of the Empire. There will be others there, and food for you to eat. There will also be a soft bed for you to sleep on while I conduct my business there. Have no worry, Little One. I will look after you." She said as she attempted to give him a reassuring pat on the head.

She sighed and lay her head back against her seat. Soon, they would be landing in the Spaceport, then it would only a short flight by planetary shuttle to Corellia's surface. Hesper looked towards Tantin, who was not saying much. His fur was turning various shades of grey to green.

'Is he suffering from space sickness?' She thought to herself.

-Hesper Calix-
"The spaceport isn't too far away, maybe half an hour at the most. We are almost there. You'll be amazed when you see the spaceport, Tantin. From there, we can easily travel to the other planets in this system all by interplanetary shuttle. Do you remember what those planets are called?" She paused and waited, the kushiban didn't seem to be in the mood to answer any questions. "The planets around the spaceport are called the Five Brothers, it's because there are five habitable planets within close proximity to one another here. Selonia is a world of water with oceans as far as the eye can see. Even in space it looks like a bright blue gem. Drall... Drall is another planet that we must visit, it's the home to some of the finest cuisine in the galaxy. That's where the Great Academy of Culinary Arts is located. They've trained the best chefs in the galaxy. They were so valuable that even Imperials capturing a ship would spare the chefs, and take them onto their vessels to cook for them. Some say that good food is the key to winning battles. Tralus is a mining planet, not much to see there. Talus is the twin sister of Tralus in Correlian legend. No one really knows much about that planet."

A freighter drops into orbit around the planet, a smaller ship unable to carry a large amount of goods, certainly not enough for a civilization the size of Corellia. Sabo stands at a view port, staring out at the lush green and blue planet, he recalls the deal he made with the captain to transport him here from Tatooine.

Spending three years of isolation on the desert planet, Sabo had little to barter passage with, but he was certain that his sister would cover the difference once he had made contact. Corellia was a significant distance closer than Felucia, thus the captain agreed to accept a smaller payment for transporting his passenger here.

Sabo knew none of the Jedi here, but Jedi were Jedi. His brothers and sisters in the order wouldn't deny him sanctuary while he contacted Raven. His comlink beeps, he retrieves it from his belt.

Master Alora, Captain Corix has relayed the necessary clearance codes to planetary control. We should arrive at the spaceport in Cornet City within the hour. The captain wants to remind you of our fee.

"Captain Corix will get his money, Mr. Spee. I assure you that I keep my deals."

Placing the comlink back into his belt, Sabo folds his arms across his chest, continuing to stare out the viewport.

Sa'kage dropped out of hyperspace upon his X70B Phantom and swiftly engaged the cloaking device upon his ship. He had no intention of harming anybody, however he had no wish to be known where he was going or that he was around. He had to many enemies that he was certain would be looking for himself. Enemies he had earn through a long profession, and enemies from his father was well.

Slowly, the male directed the craft through the atmosphere of the planet and out in to the open terrain instead of towards a town. He lowered the landing struts and touched down upon the planet Corellia.