Aboard the Kathol Vagrant
A choked gurgling sound signalled the passing of Rinakii, the last crew member of the Kathol Vagrant to survive. Etched on his retina was the image of his last vision, the cruel gaze of an alien face, the face of the creature he himself had released from the carbonite only hours before. As his carcass slumped to the deck floor the ancient creature stepped over him, and stalked cautiously into the cockpit.
His hand had shaken with nervousness, but Rinakii had moved almost without thought once the other crew members had left him alone with the carbonite block. After he'd initiated the unfreezing sequence he'd stepped back and watched in amazement as lines of molten lava peeled back to reveal the flesh of the creature which had been encased in it's black shell for who knew how long. At first it had tried to stand, but shaking it folded to the deck quickly. Almost in horrified fascination Rinakii crept forward nervously, placing his hand on the creatures shoulder for comfort. Blindly it had looked at him, or through him in fact, shaking and sweating. Nervously he'd listened to his other crew members going about their business in the various parts of their ship. He wondered what they would say to him when they realised he'd released the creature, if they'd be angry, surprised...
But he had never spoken to any of them again. The mysterious alien had recovered far more quickly than Rinakii had expected. As thanks for releasing him from his prison it had killed him last...
It was strange to think how little the look of technology had changed in the thousands of years the alien had been trapped in carbonite. Still, the creature now stood in consternation, staring at the unfamiliar controls and symbols. It shut its protruding eyes fast, face a portrait of concentration, imagining in its minds eye the actions and thoughts of the few sentients who had called this vessel home for so long. As the residual memories took hold his hands began to move as though activating imaginary controls, executing commands on equipment which was not, in fact, there. He stood in this trance like state, swaying backwards and forwards, almost as if weaving some archaic dance. Perhaps it was hours, or even days he was there. But eventually the creatures eyes popped open, having completed his task. It was surprisingly easy for him to browse the navigation computer for a star constellation he recognised. With the acumalated memories of the crew of the Kathol Vagrant he set a course for his destination
Rakata Prime
Centerpoint Station
Thraken Sal Solo, self proclaimed Supreme Diktat of the Corellian system afforded himself a smug grin as he sat quietly on the bridge of his new prize, Centerpoint station. It was an awesome weapon, and it was his. His lust for power was not a goal in itself however. Power for it's own sake was a foolish principle adhered to only by the Sith and the Empire, whom now he could openly despise. No, Sal Solo wielded this power for a reason. The rest of the galaxy hardly interested him at all. He wanted only to restore sanity to the Corellian system, by expunging all human settlements of alien influence. For too long had the arrogant Drall and the primitive Selonians feigned equality with decent, honest Corellians. For too long had their pathetic species occupied land and property which should rightfully stay in human hands. But now that was all about to change, and there was nothing the so called Galactic powers could do about it.
But Sal Solo didn't intend on allowing them to simply leave him alone. Oh no. This weapon he wielded was far too powerful for that. The Corellian system would become the jewel of the galaxy. All galactic powers would pay the Corellians a tithe, or face destruction at the hands of Centerpoint.
And he supposed they knew they were beaten. Like startled jawa they had scattered once he had showed the power of the stations gravity manipulation by tearing asunder one of the capital ships of the Selonian orbital defence fleet. The forces of the Galactic powers had run as he had demanded, and soon they would know the rest of his plan. As he sat quietly, millions of aliens and humans were partaking in a mass exodus at his order. He cared little for the Selonians and Drall, but his own people would have to be looked after. And thus, heading their way to the governments of the Empire, New Republic and Corporate Sector Authority were demands for a regular tithe of arms and equipment, cash and supplies. He would reshape the Corellian system as he wanted it, and they would pay....
