Corellia. Homeworld of spacers, adventurers, diplomats, doctors, military personnel and Jedi. People from all walks of life came from Corellia. Some never left Corellia, some left and never came back and others left and did come back.

Slowly, sedately the shuttle from the Space Liner Star of Corellia descended into the atmosphere. Most of the shuttle was covered with transparisteel viewports so as to give the occupants a better view of the beautifal world they were about to land on. Right beside one of the viewports sat a smallish, dark-haired man with striking green eyes. He wore a simple grey tunic and an evergreen cloak over it. The colours harkened back to the old colours of the Corellian Security Force.

With a bump the shuttle set down on the landing pad and the man rose and picked up his bag from under the seat. Slowly he made his way to the front of the shuttle where the passengers were exiting the ship eager to be out of the cramped environs of a ship.

Right outside the shuttle there was a custom terminal with several different booths. The man stood in the line of the booth third from the left. Characteristically the line there was the shortest yet seemed to take the longest time to proceed. When he got to the front of the line he was met by a sour-faced pudgy man wearing the uniform of the New Order Customs Service. The man gave his identification over to the customs officer then stood there as the officer examined his identification and asked him a few questions. When the officer gestured at his bag the man shook his head and waved his hand peculiarly through the air. With a nod the officer welcomed the man to Corellia and motioned for him to proceed.



Corran paused right outside the terminal. He wasn't sure why he had returned to Corellia. He hadn't been on his homeplanet for years and now that The New Order was in control of the planet he wasn't likely to be welcomed with open arms. So he was travelling under a fake identity. He wasn't attempting to hide his force prescence. He usually refrained from reading the news so he hadn't read the series of articles by John Snid and didn't know that Lupercus Darksword was on Corellia. He waved down an robo-taxi and told the automated computer controlling it to take him to the outskirts of Coronet. It would be nice to see if the old house was still standing...

As the rocks flew in, one struck the padawan in the side of the head, the man dropping like a sack of Corellian potatoes. Luckilyfor him that rock saved his life, causing him to collapse just as Lupercus' blade would have slashed his head in two.

Now, what is the point of this?

Smiling grimly, Lupercus' foot came down on the padawans wrist, causing him to drop his sabre.

To teach me?

"That was your second mistake..."

No, that's not it...

Picking up the padawans sabre, and deactivating he, he leaned down to the padawans level pointing the deactivated sabre into his stomach. With an evil laugh he activated it for a second, the blade extending to stab the man through the stomach. It was a painful wound, but definetly not .

"Something to remember me by!"

To annoy me?

Turning away, he lept up and off the hill and began to run. Within minutes he was at his Miy'Til Fighter and headed back to the Flagship. 10minutes later he was aboard and the ship was headed back for Xa'Fel...

Bingo.

The recording froze. Silus stroked his chin as he looked at the man, frozen in time. It was his master, though much younger, with his trademark smile.

The other man, Silus had no idea. Just another Jedi. Another of the useless beings who protected the just and right. The man was nothing, already lost in the folds of time. It would be a wonder if he still breathed. The screen went blank.

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Another cold night on Corellia. The passerby looked like dragons, smoke rising from their gaping mouths in childhood fairy-tales. Silus kept his cloak close to him as he walked in the dark streets, keeping out of sight. He would have hid his Force presence, if he considered it a threat. No, here, on this planet, he was the threat. There were no Jedi, except for those too old and withered to pick up their lightsaber again.

The streets were dark, grey from the snow. Silus preferred them to the bright halls of the office. His master's lair. His eye caught something he had seen before.

What's this?

He had seen that man before. Or, a reflection of the man in a younger age.

Interesting.

Silus followed, making sure to mask his presence in the Force. He followed the Jedi closely, keeping to the shadows. He had grown familier to them.

This Jedi is either very brave, or very foolish. My guess is on the latter.

And the Jedi was gone. The taxi flew away, the Jedi riding his chariot towards the outskirts.

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The durasteel doors opened with a hiss. There was noone there to see, everything was empty. Silus frowned.

He must be in a 'meeting' with his secretary.

Silus smiled. It was a chance at revenge. What better, than to disturb him?

I have found something you may find rather important.

Silus took a seat on an empty desk, waiting for the reply.

He had slipped, and would chastise himself accordingly. Well, not immediately, he had to finish with her first. This was the culmination of her being, bedding a governor, and Lupercus had sensed that since the moment she had arrived. Still, the Hapan was more than happy to oblige when the occassion suited him, as it did now, although he had promised himself he would force her to wait longer.

The movements were slow, the strokes deliberate and that was how Lupercus always played it. His right hand was snaked around her mouth to stiffle the pants, the occasional squell uncontainable by simply flesh and bone. And suddenly he stopped.

Ever the brilliant timing my impetuous apprentice...

Withdrawing quickly, he implanted the idea of leaving quickly to the voluptuous secretary and she quickly did, readjusting her hitched up skirt and untucked blouse with a speed that belied her numerous other encounters of a simliar nature. Stumbling as she left in the Darkness, she was quickly gone.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Emerging into the office where he felt his apprentice waiting, Lupercus sensed for a candle. Reaching out with the force he began to manipulate the particles around the wick, their speed increasingly so much that the friction caused a spark. Lupercus directed it onto the wick, it caught, and the room was lit by a dull glow.

"Yes?"

Corran stood amid what had once been a beautifally maintained lawn. In the years since he'd left weeds had taken over the lawn transforming it's former lucious beauty into an unkempt scraggly mess. Here and their wildflowers had sprouted up adding colour to the lawn.

But it wasn't the lawn that had Corran's attention. It was the house. The house was exactly the same as Corran remembered. Maybe a few less chips of paint but besides that it looked to be in fine shape. Know for the first time since Corran had arrived on Corellia he let a bit of the force flow through him. Sighing he closed his eyes.

He was home.