<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/>Avan Rahl rose from the captain's chair and took a few steps closer to the view port.  He rested his hands on the shoulders of the young woman in the pilot seat and deftly massaged her.  “You're doing very well,” he said quietly.  “Not many pilots could navigate a tangle of stone like this.”<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Ac545533f9fa2cd7c7fdc3ffccc5515c.jpg)</div>He touched another girl on the shoulder and looked down into her eyes, offering an approving smile.  “Take a break, Nicia.  I'll take the sensor station for a while.”<br/><br/>"Aye, captain," Nicia replied.  A human girl of nineteen who shared Avan's flare for computer technology built into clothing and jewelry, Nicia was curvaceous redhead with beautiful light green eyes beneath clean spectacles.<br/><br/>The purple haired man plugged his own bracer computer into the ship's.  With the assistance of several of his own programs, he began to work the sensors, looking for the rogue Master's home.  “I'd prefer to tight beam a greeting to her.  I don't know who might pick it up if we broadcast a general greeting.”