Zonvar: New Allies, New Enemies
Banished. That was the word they used. Banished. Exiled. Banned. Cut off. Disowned. All words to say: We do not want you here anymore. You scare us. You are an anomoly. Leave now.
Words that are still ever present in the back of your mind. That drive your actions and desires. Cut off from Csilla and the Ascendency and everything you have known, thrust out into the greater galaxy and lost among the insanity that is the chaos and anarchy of the Rim Worlds. The Republic is a pale shell and laughing wannabe version of the Chiss Ascendency. And even there you would not be free, as the Jedi would seek you out. Hunt you down. Run experiments to determine WHY you are. HOW you are. WHAT makes you possible. All questions you have asked yourself, but ones that lack answers.
As the stars streaked by, and the ship continued to move across the galaxy at speeds faster then light itself, your personal thoughts and reminitions are interrupted.
"You ready for this? I know this is not as glamarous and clean and shiny as your stuck up Empire, but this is how us real people make our way in the galaxy. And if you want to survive, then you need to get dirty. So here is your first step. Are you ready to help me track this low life down?"
Standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, Char looked like the old and grizzled bounty hunter he sounded. He was older, probably in his late 40s, and his arms and face showed the scars of a life of combat and hard work. His two blasters were always on his hips and looked as worn as thier owner. His Trandoshan partner sat at the small table re-assembling his rifle after cleaning it. He made a grunting noise and then went back to his assembly.
"I will even let you bring us out of hyperspace. First time and all that. Should be a big moment. Your first REAL step in making your way in this cold and lonely galaxy."