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[Midnight Paragon]

The vacuum of space was as it always was; quiet and serene. It was always this way, and it would never change. A semi-large frigate drifted lazily through space's wide embrace, it's ion engines on low, giving off a low hum as it moved through space. The hull itself was a pale silver and shaped like a large C. This particular ship was rather infamous in the Outer Rim territories, and was known as the Scorpion. But the Captain of the Scorpion was even more so.


Kenneg Fuovi let out a light snore as he leaned back in his chair in the cockpit, his feet on the dashboard. His messy black hair fell onto his face, covering some of the caramel skin. He shivered a little in his sleep; it seems that putting on the extra clothing doesn't help much in space. His black cargo pants did little to keep his legs very warm, and the orange jacket he had put on over his gray shirt did little more than his pants. His foot twitched, his Silver boots moving with them.


Kenneg was a wanted man. Not for murder or anything, but the next best thing; smuggling. It seems that if there's a man with a bounty and it's not because he killed someone, he's usually a smuggler. And Kenneg was a very good smuggler. He and his ship had been known for facing impossible odds and succeeding. Some blamed it on the fact that he was Mandalorian; others just called it luck. But whatever you want to call it, Kenneg had it, and, even though he was rather young being only twenty five years of age, he's not afraid to show it. Of course, this usually doesn't go down too well with his crew. He was a good Captain to them, just.....a little eccentric.


A yellow button began to repeatedly beep on the dashboard; it seemed like someone was calling the Scorpion. But, as usual, Kenneg was asleep, and did not hear it.

 

[sitanomoto]

Mo Centurai, Jedi apprentice and soon-to-be full Jedi, sighed in frustration as she tried to call an old friend/ally. Kenneg was a top smuggler for both the rebels and the republic, but she knew he was loyal enough to her and the Rebellian Cause to not give her position away. Vader had risen and her old master, Obi Wan Kenobi, had disappeared for years. She had been continuing her training under some other masters at the academy, including Master Yoda (who said in his backwards way that she was nearly ready to be a Jedi!!!). She tried the contact again, being patient wasn't one of her strongsuits. She wanted to get stuff done as soon as possible, but Master Yoda was always saying things like "Patient you must be. Obey the will of the force, you must, hm?" And Master Kenobi was the one who taught her her fighting and the importance of timing.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

The beeping would continue, steadily getting louder and higher pitched. Eventually, Kenneg awoke from his peaceful slumber and groaned; he was having the most pleasant dream, only to have the wail of his call button pierce it. He groggily hit the button and spoke in an annoyed and tired tone.


"Yeah, who is it?"

 

[sitanomoto]

Mo laughed. "Aww, did I wake you, sleepyhead?" She said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "How's your latest transport coming?" She asked him as she fiddled with the hem of her Jedi robes. Her hand brushed her Lightsaber and she smiled involuntarily.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Kenneg let out a loud yawn as he rubbed his eyes, and his voice steadily grew more and more annoyed as he spoke.


"Damn it, Mo, I was having the best dream. The shipment is going fine, strangely quiet. I expected to run into a few Imperial Destroyers around these parts, but so far nothing. Why do you ask?"


He stretched as he finished speaking; sleeping in the cockpit really isn't the best for your back.

 

[sitanomoto]

Mo laughed. "And the dream was about....?" She said. She just shrugged at his question. "Just curious. And I also wanted to ask you about the location of my old master, Obi Wan. I figure you of all people should know since you're the best smuggler in the Galaxy."


She figured flattery wouldn't hurt in this case.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Kenneg rolled his eyes. Of course. No one calls anymore just to say hi; they always need something. He stretched as he replied to Mo.


"The dream isn't important. Obi-Wan is an old name, you know. There isn't much talk about that old geezer here in the Outer Rim. But I can tell you some rumors I've heard, if you like."


Of course, no information is free, and Kenneg has ways of making people pay...creatively.

 

[DatGuyWelbz]

Zolin Kor grumbled under his breath as he steered (or at least tried to) his white and orange Delta-7 Jedi Starfighter. He was currently traveling through space looking for a smuggler. The smuggler's name was Kenneg Fuovi and has been said to be the best at what he does. His ship lurched to the side, narrowly missing a decent sized asteroid.


''I really should've paid attention during that pilot class,'' Zolin grumbled to himself. He looked over on the ground next to his seat to see his two silver and intricately designed lightsaber hilts alongside his silver mask that assisted his breathing in space and on planets with non-breathable air. His lightsabers reminded him of his old maste. Suddenly, the radar on his dashboard beeped, alerting him that a frigate was near. Must be Kenneg. Should probably call him. He pressed a button on his dashboard and began to call Kenneg.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Kenneg looked down to the dashboard and saw, yet again, the call light, flashing on and off. He sighed.


"Hold on Mo, I'm getting another call."


He hit the button to put Mo on hold and hit the answer button again, leaning back in his chair.


"You've reached the slickest man in this part of the Outer Rim, how may I help you?"

 

[DatGuyWelbz]

''Are you Kenneg?'' Zolin asked gruffly after waiting a couple of seconds before hearing Kenneg answer the line. He looked out the window of his small ship to see the frigate before him. It was of decent size, silver, and shaped like a C. He had heard in a couple of bars in the Outer-Rim that the ship was known as the Scorpion.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

"Who wants to know?"


Kenneg had played this game before, and he knew how to handle it. He put his feet back on the dash as he calmly observed the space outside the window of the cockpit.

 

[sitanomoto]

Mo sighed. "For what price?" She said with an attitude of one resigned to a fate of debt.


Not that she was poor, no. She and the Jedi order were just... Budget-oriented.... Yeah....


Then she was told to hold on. "For the love of-" she groaned and flopped her head back against her chair. She spun in a circle, much as a child would when confronted with a spinny chair and looked at the ceiling.


She was never one for being patient.


Not necessarily a strong suit of hers.

 

[DatGuyWelbz]

Zolin sighed impatiently. ''Zolin Kor.'' His ship was steadily approaching Kenneg's frigate through the emptiness of space. ''I heard you were looking for some crew members.''

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Kenneg cracked his neck as he responded.


"Yeah, well not me, per se. My employers, who I cannot list at this time."

 

[DatGuyWelbz]

Zolin rolled his copper colored eyes in annoyance at Kenneg's response. He scratched the top of his head and coughed awkwardly. ''Well do you need a members for your crew or not? Because I'm outside your ship.'' Zolin's ship was currently floating before the Scorpion, looking quite small in comparison.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Kenneg raised an eyebrow and stood up, looking out the cockpit window at the Starfighter.


"Ah, so you're the thing the computer kept saying was headed straight for us. I thought for sure you were a rock. Well, I'll put it this way: I'll take you to my employers with the rest if you want, but I'm legally obligated to not take you anywhere else until told. If you'd like, you can park the Fighter in the Cargo Bay."


Kenneg, at this point, didn't really care if he wanted to or not; he was getting paid either way.

 

[DatGuyWelbz]

Zolin frowned slightly. I'm not a rock... He shook his head and turned the engine to his ship back on. ''Alright.'' The half Human/half Mandalorian steered his ship towards the back of the Scorpion and parked his ship in the cargo bay. He put his mask on and hooked his lightsabers to the belt underneath his grey robes. He hopped out of his small ship and leaned against it, arms folded across his chest.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Kenneg flicked the call back over to Mo while also hitting the switch to the intercom.


"I've got buisness to settle up here, so make yourself at home. The lounge is in the middle of the ship. Dont drink too much of the blue milk."


He turned off the intercom and drew his attention back to Mo.


"So, where were we? Ah yes, the terms. I'll give you info....if you come and take a look at this job for me."

 

[DatGuyWelbz]

Zolin jumped slightly at the sudden crackle of the intercom. He smoothed out his robes and muttered a quick thanks. He quickly shook his head, realizing that Kenneg probably couldn't hear him. He walked towards the lounge and realized what Kenneg had said. What the hell is blue milk?

 

[sitanomoto]

Mo smiled. "Sure, I wouldn't miss a chance to see my old friend face to actual face again. I'll see you soon, alright?" She pushed the button to close the communication and walked out of her room in the Jedi Academy.


"Going somewhere, Mo?"


"Uhh..." Mo said, looking around for the voice.


"Over here."


"Master Wakonni...!"


"There are many paths that lead one astray. Be careful who you trust."


"Yes master," Mo said. She bowed respectively and then sprinted off to her X-Wing.

Spoiler

 

[DatGuyWelbz]

Zolin entered the lounge and plopped himself onto one of the couches. He closed his eyes and sighed, stretching his neck after being in his ship for so long. He looked around the room, wondering where the rest of the crew was.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Kenneg sighed as he hit the end call button and stretched. He laid back in his chair again and closed his eyes. Five more minutes....

 

[Avocados'N'Bravado]

Malorie was moving about her small quarter's on the ship called Scorpion, and doing a good job as she moved bits and peices across her room. She settled on her hammock and brought over her lightsaber. She held it in both hands in front of herself and closed her eyes with a light smile ghosting her lips. She knew for sure she felt a newer presence on the Scorpion. And this was quite a surprise. Another Jedi, one she perhaps had not met before. Opening her eyes Malorie hopped off the hammock and attached her dual-bladed lightsaber to her hip. She ran a hand quickly through her hair and opened her door before stepping out and making her way down the now familiar corridors to the main part of the ship, where the other Jedi seemed to be. Kenneg was no doubt still sleeping on his Mandalorian backside.


She made it to the main part of the ship and the door slid open to reveal the other Jedi. Her lips turned up slightly in something between a smile and a smirk and she stepped inside. Her dow brown eyes quickly examined the young man, whom must have been around her age, and she could sense his force-sensitivity very easily.


Walking past him she gave a slight nod, letting him make his own assumption about the situation, and continued n to the cockpit. She found that in fact Kenneg was on his backside, eyes closed and all, and she rolled her eyes. Literally almost in regret for joining in his spontaneous schemes aboard the Scorpion.


Malorie had stayed quiet but now she looked around quickly before approaching Kenneg and shoving him best she could. "Kenneg, Captain, get up." In the time she had "served" him, they developed a bit of a love-hate relationship. With extra hate.

Mention:


@Knight Nate
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@DatGuyWelbz
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[Midnight Paragon]

Kenneg let out a loud 'ouch' of pain as he was shoved from behind, nearly losing his balance in the chair and falling over, but he quickly righted himself. He looked behind him, one hand rubbing the back of his head.


"Good Mandalore Malorie, what the hell was that for?!"

 

[Avocados'N'Bravado]

Malorie looked down at him and rolled her eyes a little. "You know just what that was for, you have a new member, no? Someone to icrease your ranks," she inquired. Her eyes slitted a little as she spoke. "Enough with the milk and the sleeping. Live a little!" She took a once over of him. "And go to your new member. A Jedi with great capabilities, learn about him or I might have to interrogate him myself. I don't trust anyone anymore." She turned from him, done with her little rant, and walked from the cockpit. "Auto-pilot is already on." It was, in fact.


Mention:


@Knight Nate



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