He sat in the small chamber to the rear of the craft, lost in meditation. He focused on his destination, but so far he could sense nothing wrong, no sign of traps or anything in the least. But he could also feel the radiating of both the Light and Dark Side of the force from his destination, both feelings getting stronger as he approached, one threatening to overwhelm another, or both of them, co-existing on the same planet, threatening to overwhelm him, making him feel disgusted. Well, he was here to set it to rights, he and anyone else who had recieved his message and followed him to this barren planet. He was brought out of his meditation by an insistent beeping noise. His eyes snapped open as he realized it was coming from the cockpit, a warning of imminent reversion from hyperspace.

Judicious Kraken stood swiftly to his feet, and instantly regretted it, as muscles hardly moved for the past day suddenly sprang into action with much protest. He almost sank back into his sitting position, but willed himself onwards, walking shakingly into the cockpit. Sitting down gingerly into the cockpit, he glanced at the readouts, and then pulled down on the decelration lever, dropping his ship, a modfified Lambda class shuttle supplied by the Empire, back into realspace. Below him sat the world of Yavin Four, his destination. He readied himself for whatever lay ahead, preparing his layout of weapons, and his state of mind. It was while preparing his state of mind that he felt the rumble emanate from his mid-section. Letting a small groan escape from his parched lips, he headed back into the refresher, relieving himself and washing up before heading into the shuttle's storeroom to prepare something to eat.