Naboo's Open Orbit

*A lone vessel came slowly drifting out of the darkness of space as it began to make its approach towards the planet below. It was an incredibly old ship one made from many many years ago, by this day and age it was more of an antique and only an incredibly wealthy man who had restored it or an incredibly crazy fool would be piloting such a ship. Yes the man behind the controls of this ship certainly wished he was wealthy, but sadly he was the crazy fool flying a falling apart ship.

It was for that very reason he now found himself in this star system, the opportunity to make quite a bit of money. He had by "coincidence" heard of a certain "item" on the "black market" that could fetch a "pretty price", course he himself hadn't been looking to say buy anything illegal at the time so course it had been purely by "coincidence" that he heard these rumours. Anyway he now found himself floating within Naboo's orbit looking to also obtain this item for himself to make a fortune off of it.*

*As the old and badly outdated X-70B Phantom slowly approached Naboo, Vincent began talks with the orbital control. It wasn't long before he was cleared to land at the Theed spaceport and so he began his decent down into Naboo's atmosphere, excited to get the treasure hunt started.*

Magus half-listened as Hevn spoke about Asemi and Sith Alchemy. His thoughts wandered back to the origin of his former master's revulsion to the ancient art. The young man wondered if Barradius had known of his smuggling of that forbidden object, an object that he suspected this Dark Jedi would find intriguing.

He shook his head at his former master's foolishness. How could he throw away something with such potential? Magus asked himself.

He was about to reply when Hevn indicated they would be taking off. The restraints clipped into place and ship began to vibrate. There was a sharp spike of fear as the ship lifted off the ground. It was quickly replaced with a feeling of exhilaration. The ship zoomed up out of the atmosphere and into the space above the planet. Naboo quickly went from being the center of Magus' universe to a shrinking orb. He allowed himself to take it all in before commenting on Bedrovelse's words.

"Barradius became paranoid, even terrified, of his own creation. A creation that he attempted to destroy, but I was able to salvage some of it. I never had the necessary equipment to see just how much damage he had done. Nor did I have the knowledge to know exactly what it is that he created, though I have some idea."

Magus looked down at his pack, considering whether to show Hevn now or when they had gotten someplace with lab equipment.

"I remember once when I asked Asemi if it would be possible to bind another's memories to objects using techniques like those that he used to bind his own. When I told him that it would be fascinating to attempt to use an artifact to create such a connection between the original owner and an object, he warned me not to become to obsessed with our predecessors. He told me stories of Sith cults and how they become consumed by their idolization of the ancient Lords. It surprised me when he likened it to how the Jedi put their old Masters on pedestals. As for the Scepter of Ragnos, there are times when I felt as though Barradius was holding things back from me. It is something I am hoping his creation can confirm or deny once and for all."

Magus turned his attention back to the ship. They were soaring through space above the planet and Hevn made it look like a breeze. The young Dark Jedi felt himself wishing he had found some way of experiencing space sooner. He looked forward to the chance to get to fly the ship, even if he was slightly nervous about it.

Magus nodded, he agreed that there was much that should be left to the lab. The thought of being able to study everything that Barradius had accumulated and not have to be questioned as to why you focused on one set of teachings instead of another, it was a type of freedom that the young man had always dreamed of. He listened intently as Hevn ran through the controls.

"Asemi always said that study could replicate experience, I believe I am about to prove him wrong."

Magus took a deep breath as he placed his hands on the controls. He slowly accelerated and allowed himself to get a feel for the craft. His instincts wanted to think from the perspective on flying above a planet, but in space there was no constant to orient one's self to. He reached out with the force, feeling first the vast openness of space and later the faint life force of Naboo and its inhabitants. His first thought was to use the force to help him orient the ship how he wanted, but then he realized it would be best not to do so. There were possible situations that would require him to orient himself in much more unorthodox ways. He gathered in his surroundings before increasing the ship's speed. It was strange to see how things changed based on some of the more simple direction changes. He did what he could to keep himself oriented to Naboo, but he had to make adjustments based on the planet's neighbors and the moons present in the system. It wasn't long before the young Dark Jedi began to feel comfortable behind the controls, but he dared not make any attempts to push the ship to its limits.

"Would you like me to continue or shall I give the controls back to your much more skilled hands?"

The young man continued flying at his leisurely pace as he waited for a reply. He relished the thought of procuring his own ship and taking the time to practice, at least until he was confident enough to fly without worry.

=Senator Naberrie=
Arriving from Coruscant, Senator Alyse Naberrie's J-Type diplomatic barge dropped out of hyperspace at the coreward edge of the Naboo system, and rapidly reverted to real-speed as it slowed to a galactic snail's pace in order to enter Naboo's orbit and land on the planet. Landing codes and pad authorizations were sent and exchanged, and within moments, Naboo's VIP traveler and her ship were descending toward the Theed spaceport. It had been a painfully long fight home from Naboo for the Senator, despite the short period of time that had passed. All the way, her mind was on the unsolvable puzzle of the Republic, from the assassinations (one of which she was coming home to mourn and to investigate), and she had hated to leave so soon after the election. She hoped there would be good news when she landed.