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Kal Vonnar

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  1. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    Kal grumbled as he returned to his room. The sonic blaster was right there, sitting on his bed. He would need that for what lay ahead. Quietly, he strapped the blaster to his belt, departing the room in seconds. Well, he thought, it won't be much longer. But then.... wait a minute. Radiation suit? Radiation suit?! Would they really need one where they were heading? Well, there was no point in denying they would. Well, he wasn't disturbing Karter now. Might as well leave him alone for a while. Still, he wanted to prove his stealth and even so... oh this mission was important. He knew he couldn't abandon the plan. The plan was the most important rite of passage that he needed. He couldn't keep this a secret for long, but he had to. To protect himself. To protect his family. That's what counted right now. At last, he left his room and made his way to the cockpit. Well, there was no sense in delaying much longer. They would move out of hyperspace soon. In three.... two.... one. They were there. The Barabel planet was before them. Now to get the radiation suit and strap in, before they landed. "Karter, we're here!" Kal called, knowing without a doubt the Dark Jedi would find his way to the radiation suits, like he said. It was his ship after all. No turning back now, he thought while grabbing his gear. Whatever lay ahead for him.... well, he would wait and see, wouldn't he?
  2. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    "Hmm." Kal grunted with slight satisfaction. The Dark Jedi was good with his skills, but that moment of pain in Karter's arm concerned him. That's what it felt like to be a Darksider. Though he didn't show it, somehow he knew that Karter needed to let whatever was going on inside of him out, or else risk bottling it up. And bottling up emotions was never a good thing. He sighed, reasoning that maybe it was for the best to let Karter have his alone time when he needed it. He must be in a lot of pain, Kal thought. He felt sure his reasons were sound. "Well, I may not be a Darksider," Kal spoke in turn, "but if there's one thing I've learned, while spending time in my family's palace, you don't give up on people, especially when they need you." He nodded, making his point sound. He may be naive and a bit senseless at times, but if humility stood tall... well, he'd take it. It was what he did best and he wasn't about to waste it on just anyone. He was with Karter for a reason and he knew the challenge he would face now. But how to admit the truth would be a harder task to endure.
  3. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    Kal managed to raise an eyebrow. Karter definitely looked like he was talking to someone. Who didn't matter. Were all Dark Jedi like this? Oh, right. The target. Remember what he had to do... and... BAM! BAM! He was hitting the target, but then at the same time he hoped to confuse Karter. No, maybe that would make him mad. But then... "So, tell me, what made you become a Dark Jedi?" Kal asked, in-between shots. "Was it a worthwhile trip? Or do you Jedi become dark and light all on your own?" To be honest, he was intrigued by the Light Jedi over the Dark, but he didn't want to risk giving that away if Karter grew suspicious of him. Throughout his life, he always saw the Jedi as those woven through the Force, guided by the Light and find the afterlife a pleasant place. Being around Karter already gave him a different perspective, but he had to remember the plan. He wasn't just an ordinary smuggler.... well, his shooting could use some work. Or maybe he was just goofing off again. Oh well. Might as well gain some practice while he was here... and he was perhaps upsetting Karter... or rather choosing to annoy him. He smirked again with great effort. "So, how did I do?"
  4. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    "Okay," Kal nodded his approval, taking the blaster Karter had on hand. Yes, he knew he should be friendly to his Dark Jedi friend, since he was his employer. At the same time, he remembered a fragment of a couple of articles he read in his parents' control room back on Alderaan. Something about a man named Karter and the fact that he was wanted. Kal himself could admit, at that time, he wouldn't harm Jedi, but he was specific to just that. Also, if all worked according to plan, there may have been another way this could all go down. Sure, he was asking to be a smuggler, but he knew his end game, as did his family. This was only the beginning of unraveling the mystery behind Karter. And it started now... Oh, he needed to focus. Right then! There was the target. And bam! He was off. "Whoops," Kal said, sheepishly. Had he done that on purpose? Or was he here to annoy Karter? Remember the plan. Remember why I'm a smuggler, Kal thought. He smiled. "Did I do it right?" He knew it did it wrong, but oh well. Fair was fair.
  5. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    Kal saluted. "You've got it, sir." Sir? Saluting? Was he asking for trouble? Then again, being a smuggler might not be such a bad life... as long as he didn't kill any Jedi. That was the last thing that crossed his mind. Who knew? Maybe he could find his own way to becoming a smuggler, even if it wasn't the typical way to go about it. Still, he took the pilot's seat, before Karter said another word. Oh, what did Kal know? Karter, his employer, would likely lecture him again... no, no. He mustn't anger this fellow. That would be bad. What was he supposed to do again? Oh, that's right! Barabel. Well, he hoped the locals were friendly. Still, the red shapes were starting to scare him. He was over the fear, sure, but maybe someday he would afford a ship of his own. One that didn't creep oneself out, even in the darkness. "Strapped in and ready for flight," Kal said, pressing the right buttons. And... yes! They were locked into the ship's coordinates. "Let's see what this ship'll do." They were off into the air in no time.
  6. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    Kal looked once more at the weapons. There were so many blasters, of different shapes and sizes - some color styles he quite enjoyed - that it was hard to pick which one. That is until he saw the lilac-blue sonic blaster. It certainly looked unique and lightweight when he picked it up, as if it hadn't been properly modified or was in its beginning roots. He turned his gaze to the seller, intent on buying the blaster. "Um, how much for the sonic blaster?" Kal asked him. "For that blaster, five hundred credits. It hasn't been modified. Just came out and new for its class," the seller told him. Kal pulled out his credits, passing them to the seller. "Here you are. And I didn't buy too much either." Lucky him, the holster came with the blaster. Deciding to test it out, he strapped the holster to his waist, before plucking the blaster out and shooting it at something. BOOM! SIIIIINNNNGGGG! "Wow," Kal said, delighted to see the blaster worked. "Hey! What are you trying to do, huh?" the seller asked, completely beside himself. "Whoops. Sorry there," Kal said, slotting his blaster back into its sheath. He turned to Karter with a warm smile, "So, I did good, eh?"
  7. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    Kal observed the merchandise with interest. Okay, what was he going to buy? He was a smuggler, he might as well start owning up to it... but then, he needed to look for something he could use. Something useful. Something that wouldn't draw too much attention and yet, still would be important... wait. There was a rebreather. He hadn't had one of those before... not in a long time anyway. "How much for the rebreather?" Kal asked the merchant. "For that. 1,000 credits," the merchant told him. "No problem," Kal said, handing to the merchant the 1,000 credits. He grinned sheepishly Karter's way. He knew what he was doing... at least, for the moment. "Here you are. Finest rebreather available," the merchant said, passing to him a rather fancy rebreather. "Does it work properly?" Kal asked, testing the rebreather, barely spending a minute with the thing wrapped around his nose and mouth. "It'll work fine. What else do rebreathers do?" the merchant told him. Kal right away took it off. It seemed all right. At least he could breathe in it. "Now, let me see. What else to find?" He hoped he didn't take too long or annoy Karter with his shopping. Still, it was worth the trip.
  8. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    Kal left the craft to the Hutt. They were in good hands now, but it was sad to see his family heirlooms (yes, he was including the rifles) be sold to anyone, particularly a Hutt. As far as he could remember, he didn't exactly have any love for the Hutts. They were the one creature he couldn't stand, particularly for his own reasons. They were selfish. They knew hardly nothing about self-sacrifice. All they cared about was money. From his past, there had been a fallout once between his parents and the Hutts. The arrangement was over the one Hutt, who Kal hardly recalled its name, taking about three crates filled with the ceremonial rifles for a low sum. He already could sense it was a bad thing to do, let alone seek out this Hutt. His parents did raise the price and ended up with a good amount of money, but why were his parents selling weapons to the Hutts in the first place? To keep an alliance between them. He admitted he loved his parents and his family, but there were some things even he wish he could have done better. it was no wonder he left Alderaan in the first place. "Karter, do we really have to barter with Hutts?" Kal asked, the minute they were away from Rajekk's ears. "Couldn't we have sold the rifles to someone better? I know my parents sell their rifles at much higher prices. They're a specialty weapon, true, but... I have my own faults with the Hutts. My parents sold weapons to them. The same weapons you sold to this Hutt. its one reason why I left Alderaan. But to do this again... don't you think we've picked the wrong buyer?"
  9. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    Kal nodded. "Understood." Well, if he was to get somewhere in life as a smuggler, this would have to do. Taking his time, as much time as there could be, he set the ship in autopilot and charged off towards his cabin. He sighed. Well, he made a little effort in decorating his room, with some pictures of his friends, who he abandoned and stunned back home. It wasn't the best reminder, but it would do. At least, he knew what would happen if he returned home to Alderaan... he would be in trouble for sure. The police uniform certainly gave way to a more durable asset. Besides, the given color choice, which was black, the uniform fortunately had that vest. Well, at least Karter was sensible there. He strapped on the clothes, checked the suit twice to make sure his chest wasn't too bulky and returned to the cockpit. In haste, he flipped the autopilot switch to manual control. Good. That was done. Now, he needed to find the docking bay and reach the planet's surface, beforehand. He looked above his head. It had gone from inky black to a swelling on sunlight. Well, this was it. This was where his smuggling expertise would come in handy. He looked around for his employer. Surely, Karter would want to know they had arrived. "Karter, we're here." They were in the docking bay. He pressed the button for the landing gear. The ship docked with ease. He sighed. So far, so good. Now on to get those weapons.
  10. In The Land Of The Barabel!

    Kal nodded, pressing a few buttons and easing on the thrusters. The silver handles helped ease up on the piloting, which was good, but also more so for him to see the planet with its blinking golden lights on the planet's surface. In all honesty, this was his first time heading for Nar Shaddaa and already he felt at home here. Maybe he could do the job of a smuggler, but that would mean he would have to kill Jedi... great. But which Jedi would he kill? "And if they don't negotiate? What then, Karter?" Kal asked, softly but loud enough for his Dark Jedi employer to hear. It was a good question, but even that didn't ease his confusion and nervousness. Sure, he would get the shipment ready for selling, but just what were they facing? What did the Rejekk look like? Come on, he knew he recognized species... but not all of them. Oh boy. Just what was he getting himself into?
  11. A Fair Game of Pazaak

    Kal watched Karter leave the room. He was alone, but this time being alone and being caught inside a ship that was a near nightmare was not what he had in mind. All around him, there was an unease about the ship. He felt like someone was watching him in this part of the ship. He had to get up and leave. Or at least head to the cockpit. That seemed about the safest place to be at. Finding his bearings, Kal fled from the room, only to meet the gaze of the painted red pentagrams. There was no questioning how he felt. Blood. Ghosts. Someone must have owned this ship and killed a few men. He hadn't experienced much killing. Nor did he wish it. But just what was required to be a smuggler? Maybe he should have looked into the job more, before he delved into it firsthand. And if he couldn't be a smuggler, the time after he and Karter finished their chores, then maybe he could try another trade. Maybe that's what counted. At last, after turning the corner in a rounded hallway, he found himself back in the cockpit. At least, piloting would keep him occupied from whatever ghosts lived aboard Karter's ship. He had to do something. Anything. To keep him occupied. For now, the destination was unknown, but at least he had his piloting skills on him. So, he was ready to go at last.
  12. A Fair Game of Pazaak

    Kal looked about his room for a few seconds. This was his home. His new home. Not the palace life that he was used to. But the only way he'd plan on returning to Alderaan is if fate brought him there, or if he was stupid enough to get caught and dragged back to his home world either way. Nah. He chose this life and this was what he would do from now on... just not kill Jedi. He wasn't that stupid. Maybe he could go easy on them, but yet... and all of these thoughts happened in a quick few seconds. He heard Karter loud and clear. But a question was forming in his mind, one he couldn't ignore. "You didn't tell me who you were when we first met. Was that because you didn't trust me? Or were you trying to hide from someone? Did you have a rough life?" Kal thought it best to ask these questions. Sure, he'd know the ship after a while, but this was important. Although Karter may or may not see it, but he did get him out of the mess he made down on the planet... then again, he had put Karter in that state in the first place. Well, maybe he would pay him back someday. "Also, I got you into that mess down there. Sorry about that. Maybe I can make it up to you someday." It was the best he had, but at least he was getting somewhere... or starting to.
  13. A Fair Game of Pazaak

    Whoa. Kal had not expected that reaction from his new Dark Jedi friend... or maybe he should say employer-employee at the moment. Well hey, if all worked out well, then he'd be off to a great start at becoming a smuggler. And there was the ship... he whistled in delight. She sure was a beauty for a freighter. Not a junker, he hoped. He wasn't sure if he was ready to fly junker ships yet. But yes, there was always the possibility for... "I don't think I've come across a ship like that, Gait. And yes, I'm a pilot. I've trained and trained over the years. Love to pilot ships," Kal said, as he rushed inside, making his way into the cockpit and into the pilot's seat. There were the buttons. Oh, how was he to... okay, this button worked like this. And that button worked that part. The engine was roaring, he had the ship ready for flight. He turned to Gait, wondering, "Can you co-pilot? I'm sorry back there. Spur of the moment. There was so much going on... yeah." With all his expertise, so far the ship was ready for take off. He just needed to... yes, they were flying out of the docking bay.
  14. A Fair Game of Pazaak

    Kal gulped. The lump was still in his throat. He couldn't believe what he saw. As much as he wanted little to do with Jedi, just to find out his companion was a Jedi... how was he to cope with that? And that Jedi just killed one of his own, Light or Dark. Wasn't there any mercy? "I may want to be a smuggler, but I've always questioned the Jedi. And you're a Jedi, Gait," Kal spoke up, serious. "Don't tell me I have to do this as part of the job. Killing Jedi." He shook his head. "I won't do it. I have respect for the Jedi, even though I don't fully trust their codes. What is that about?" He made his way into the speeder, willing to ask a few more questions. He still couldn't get enough of the red flames on the gold plated speeder. "And who are you really? That Jedi has guarded my family for years. And you just flat out killed him? What sort of a man does that to people?" He added, with a little remorse. "If I choose the smuggler's life, I do it under my terms. I don't kill Jedi."
  15. A Fair Game of Pazaak

    "I nearly forgot we had those, the sonic pistols," Kal said with a wide smile, as he carried the small crate. "This palace has a boatload of junk my parents would gladly give away. Prized, maybe, but eh... yeah, let's focus on getting out of here." He glimpsed up at a stain glass window of a baby in his mother's arms. The mother had dark chestnut hair and her dress was orange. The baby was in a blue jumper, but smiling giddily. He looked happy... happy enough for Kal to look away. These stain glass windows were nothing more than memories now. Memories he would have gladly chosen to forget. In truth, smuggling was about the only job he could think of at the moment, where he could travel the galaxy, visit planets he had only dreamed of seeing. It would be worth it in the end. His mind returned fast to the present. The garage was on this wing, and he found it no problem. Already, it was empty except for two soldiers. He hated seeing them ready to strike his new friend Gait, but whatever his new employer wanted to do in this room was beyond him. Just where could he find a place... there was another sonic pistol. No. There were three of them, grey cased and modified, but complete with the red flames painted over the gold backdrop. His family's colors. Why hadn't he seen these before, until now? What were his parents hiding that they didn't want him to know? "How many of these sonic pistols are in this palace?" Kal asked, just as the soldiers looked up at him. He swiped up his blaster and fired, stunning the one soldier in front of him. Hopefully, Gait got the other soldier.
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