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Although he had his eyes closed, Jon couldn't seem to catch a moment of rest. The Jedi Order had this trick of meditating and it was supposed to calm your mind of worry. Sometimes Jon thought if he ever succeeded to get into this meditative state that'd be enough for the Order to grant him the...

Soon Jon would reach middle age and he had yet to see the Jedi Order in action. He remembered the Jedi Knights that supported the Sector Rangers in their fight against tyranny, the syndicates and eventually the Sith Order that would be their undoing. It was a good fight. One that Jedi Master...

Regardless of the Jedi Order's official stance on intergovernmental wars, Jon still felt more a Sector Ranger for the Free World's Alliance than a Jedi padawan. It had been pure coincidence that he had been on planet today for a training that was focused on him confronting a certain darkness on...

Being new to the Jedi Order, and even the Jedi ways, Jon felt somewhat out of place at this gathering and was glad when someone finally approached him. "I only just became a padawan," the rodian replied, thinking that would explain why he didn't have his own lightsaber yet. "Was a Sector Ranger...

]Padawan Callo. That was something the galaxy was hardly ready for and yet there he was. Fresh padawan robes and an old weathered holster holding not a lightsaber, but a peacemaker blaster pistol. No longer a rancher, no longer a sector ranger, but the son of legendary murderer Preef Callo and a...

Hera Albion, Jon thought that that name sounded familiar somehow. Had he heard it before, seen her before, perhaps? The rodian was silent for a moment and then seemed to remember a HoloNet Broadcast that he had seen the last time he'd been in town. The Jedi Hera Albion, ofcourse. It was the next...

Jon had barely crossed the treshold of the cantina when a woman in green armor hailed him in too enthusiastic a way for strangers to greet each other. She knew him by name, but didn't call him ranger, strangely enough. Still, Jon had a duty and if someone was in need of him then he would oblige...

The sun was finally rising over the Belching Frog Ranch on Tokadana. It wasn't a Crimson Dawn, nor a Black Sun or any other sun that Jon's father -Preef Callo- was associated with. One of the bantha Jon was looking at started to wake up and immediately began to chew. Probably yesterday's grass...

THEME CHANGE Silence had followed his question for a moment until the Mandalorian answered quietly and slowly removed his hand away from the blaster on his hip. Jon watched in disbelief as he saw Gett'se's hands go towards his helmet. His helmet. All he knew of Mandalorians that followed the...

THEME CHANGE Outlaw, after all. Gett'se had answered his question by moving his hand towards his blaster pistol and so Jon mirrored him. They were both inching closer to their respective pistols now, the tension building as the eyes of a gunslinger were directed at the armored man in front of...

STILL THE THEME The Mandalorian refused both nourishment and refreshment. Neither were especially good signs if he planned to become a local, but even worse if that meant he was here for a different reason. Sometimes these remote planets were targets of robbers, armed and armored, much like...

STILL THE THEME The rodian was halfway through his cup when he spotted the Mandalorian step through the treeline to approach the ranch. By the time he had walked over the cup was empty and Jon pulled out a cigarette with his left hand. His dad had once thought him a neat trick with a...

STILL THE THEME Some things didn't quite add up. Jon wasn't an idiot and knew that the Mandalorians, and his armor definitely betrayed this Gett'se to be one, had done a crusade, conquered and then lost a lot of territory in the known galaxy. Still, if Jon's own father had found some manner of...

STILL THE THEME The man's armor reflected no natural light and he was making a grass shelter next to a perfectly functioning Y-wing. Everything about this man screamed that he wanted to be left alone, yet that just made Jon more curious. The comment about having dug enough graves his home for...

THEME The monitoring station on Andui had spotted the Y-wing descending planetside and informed the ranger office. It was a courtesy call, because the rodian was new in the sector and seemed to often visit a ranch in the same general area as the unknown ship had sped off to. The Sector Rangers...

To the rodian's surprise the other sector ranger took over the conversation, leaving Jon standing there with his hand on his peacemaker and his mouth shut. The silence was so sharp you could've cut a Bantha-steak with it easily, but then one of the Barabels lost his nerve and went for his...

Jon turned towards ranger Thalin in disbelief, "We'll take the front." his words were definite and if Thalin was keen than he would no doubt notice the small indignant tone in the rodian's words. To Jon being a sector ranger meant you faced the outlaws head on and challenged them openly. Not...

Sector Rangers on Coruscant still moved quickly it seemed, for Jon had barely called in the reinforcements as another ranger approached him. "Good you're here, Thalin-" he smiled back and took a cigarette from the Serennian with an appreciating nod, "Jon Callo." He lit the cigarette and inhaled...

Name: Grek Grasshk (NPC) Wanted: Alive Bounty: 25,000 credits Contractor: Coruscant Planetary Government Wanted for: Assault, Endangering Civilians, Spice trafficking Target is a Barabel lieutenant of the Blackend Jet Empire Target rides a highly modified swoop bike Target is often found at the...

A young rodian was watching the news from a cantina in a smalltown on the planet Agamar. There was something on the screen, a statement made by a vile criminal who claimed to the be from the Zaa Fenn and while he seemed to try and appear indifferent to it, the fact that his suction fingers kept...