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TEMPLE LIBRARY, KORRIBAN Roman had decided to just go for it. Vague symbols and markings continued to assail him in his dreams. The usual replay of the day's events, memories and hopes violently interspersed with burning text or blood-scrawled script, all in a language he did not understand...

"This is bullshit" Roman huffed. He had only been on this miserable world an hour or so and it was already grating on him. After the battered sector transport he hitched a seat on landed on Pho Ph'eah in a hurry, he didn't think it could get any worse. But then he had waited ages to speak to...

Roman rubbed two fingers in the red and orange paints, playing around as he drew parallel lines on the rock face. He had always enjoyed art, particularly painting of the earth and body. Getting creative made him feel truly free, able to forget everything else for a time. The credits he had...

Roman's transport banked low, sweeping through the grey skies of Raxus toward the diamond-shaped complex below. Deep down, the squire was glad to have made it this far. Roman had been shocked to emerge from his seclusion on Telos IV to find the Empire at war, with the stinking Hutts of all...

TELOS IV Roman lit the candle with a flick of his lighter, breathing deep and centering himself. It had been a frantic few days, but he pushed thoughts of Jace and Stennar to one side. It had been too long since he had connected properly with the Force, longer still since he had pushed at...

ZELTROS Roman paced around the waste bin, never straying far before he came pacing back the other way. He was like a comet, caught in the gravity of a star, in more ways than one. He drew hard on his cigarra, blowing smoke into the humid air. He was only half sure why he was here and what...

PARADE OF GHOSTS, ENTRALLA 20:10 hours Roman was the first one off the transport, still fuming but he resolved to keep it under control. He kept replaying the events of The Wheel in spite of himself, retracing how it had happened. He had not realised his ID was missing until he was halfway...

SPACEPORT, TELOS 15:23 local time This had to be Roman's least exciting assignment in a long time. It was up and down as a squire, he was pretty much fodder for whatever the military rank and file demanded. But he had not done bad in recent weeks, getting the chance to support fellow Knights...

COSMO LOUNGE, THE WHEEL 20:47 hours Roman sat back in the corner booth and put the cigarra to his lips, flicking his lighter in the dim light. He had actually managed to light a cig with the Force several times, making a flame dance from his fingers. But that took more effort than he felt...

OPEN SPACE 1800 hours Roman flexed his fingers anxiously as he felt the ship bank towards their prey. He could always feel the movement of a ship, even those with top class dampeners. Years on the sea did that to you and he couldn’t help but feel every slight turn and sway. Space might be...