Jeeb a master of the Aing-Tii Wanders the space ways looking to make a difference. He has no ship by this matters little to a person that can travel between the stars in the blink of an eye. He travels to Kashaak to study the life styles of the wookies.

To Naboo to learn of the cultures of the Gungans another of the amphibious races in the universe. To day his journy takes him to the seas of the planet couruscant. It is nt really a sea in the natural sense but a man made retreat for those who could afford it. Here he studies the need that people need for the natural.

The waves lap at a sandy shore. It seems so real. The mon-calimari takes a look under the waters. There are some fish but not as many as he would have liked to see. Nothing on this planet is really natural. So they created this strange artifitiallity of the real life.

It looks real but he can feel that it is not. There is a absence of the long life that one sees in the force. This is no place for him. He pictures a true sea in his minds eye. Through the force he sees his home. May be it is time for a visit to Mon-Calimari.

At a thought he leaves the oceans of the artificial and arrives in those that are real and teaming with the feel of the force.

He leaves water to enter water. He falls a bit deeper. Allowing the currents to take him where they well. He just lets te scent of his world fill his senses. Of all the places that he travels he never tires of coming home. He Removes his shows giving him freedom of mobility with his webbed hands and feet. He did not want to go too far down. Then he would enter the Qurren territory. They do not take as kindly to most mon-calimarians, although there are always exceptions. Some of his closest freinds were Qurren