<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/6d/Jedi_Raiden.jpg/800px-Jedi_Raiden.jpg)</div><strong>Avan Rhal</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AwIKXKdC0rVTyJdNkiXzxz5BIMP5dzMaLeUNXtga_hA/edit)<br/><br/>The Zeltron's eyes went wide when the Force itself took hold of his ship and guided it towards a small starbase.  “Cut power to thrusters, Kara,” he instructed his curvy young pilot calmly, “The Force will guide us from here.”<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/Jet_varik_twilek_fringer_by_bluedisciple-d93mz7l.jpg)</div>He rose calmly and moved back to the captains chair, where he sat and leaned forewards attentively, fingers steepling.<em>Who is this woman?</em>he pondered, quite a bit more excited and awed than he was letting on.<em>This is beyond any normal Jedi's ability to join their will with that of the Force—certainly beyond mine.  A master indeed, and hiding here?  Is this exile somehow related to the madness surrounding Reven?</em>