Basic Training

[Black Noise]

Morgan Albion stood quietly on the bridge of a massive refugee ship. Refugee ships were leaving Coruscant and other worlds in droves, and Morgan just happened to board a small refugee ship from Nar Shaddaa that headed, not where she first assumed, straight to Coruscant to retrieve people before the Sith arrived.

Now, the Sith attacked, and battles were likely occurring as she sat alone in one of the personal quarters reserved for higher paying passengers. Granted, the tiny cabin smelled like crap, but it was better than sitting between hundreds of strangers in a space that put them all far too close for comfort. Sighing, the Echani sat down on the bare floor and began reading. The book was on the Noghri unarmed combat style, Stava. The book, typically given to Stormtrooper recruits before training, had been procured by Morgan from the Black Market.

The refugee ship was headed for Ruusan, and from there Morgan would head to Honoghr. But until then, as she read, she reached out with the Force. There was a high likelihood that a Force User had gotten on this ship, and friend or foe Morgan wanted to meet them. Maybe they could become friends, hopefully. There was always a 50/50 chance with these things and Morgan.

 

[JMocks]

Marshall, among many others, were aboard a refugee ship leaving Coruscant. The ship's destination was Ruusan. From there, Marshall would plan his next course of action. In the meantime, he was in the observation deck logging flight hours. Boy did he not like flying. It was just, boring. He found himself falling asleep so he figured it was best to retreat to his room. He finally found his room and entered it. Upon doing so, he felt something strange come over him. Like someone or something was reaching out to him. He knew he was Force sensitive. But upon receiving no official training from the Jedi, he didn't know what to do. He eventually feel asleep, hoping tomorrow would bring some sort of excitement.

 

[Black Noise]

Morgan felt the presence come by, incredibly close in fact. Standing up, she reached out and focused even harder, seeking out whoever held the presence of a Jedi yet did not respond to her call. She found him, fairly quickly, and he was next door. Smiling, Morgan decided to wait until morning to bother him, and wait she did.

It was only five hours, but in that time Morgan was unable to get any sleep. Devoted to her book and consumed with the desire to meet the person next door, she could only contain herself so long. Standing, she decided it was time to go see them. Morgan likely looked like a mess, and was physically tired, yet mentally she was unable to calm herself. She knew it was genetics, likely insomnia since her mother had it as well, and she knew that until she was able to calm herself that sleep would not come.

Moving to the next room over, she knocked lightly on the door, hoping she neither woke whoever was inside nor would scare whoever was there when or if the person came to the door.