<div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/c02f55d037eec2039fc12e9605da8c20.jpg)</div>As the elevator winches groan and strain, the bay doors open and you all can see that a squat looking vessel has just landed upon the elevator grating, settling down with jets of steam exhaust wafting from underneath it.  The vessel is ungainly looking, like a horseshoe-crab, with two s-foils folding up upon its sides like little dinosaur-arms.  It's painted a light-grey and red, with a freshly adorned bit of nose-art upon the body of the fuselage, displaying a blue and grey striped tooka, with a slightly crazed looking toothy-wide grin on its face.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/807557987769122816/832686820633346078/Hira_Jedi.jpg)</div>The underside of the 'tail' of the horseshoe-crab opens and lowers down towards the elevator floor, as a gangplank, and out comes a some frustrated looking girl dressed in what are obviously Jedi robes.  She keeps looking behind and over her shouler and it becomes obvious from her posture and demeanor that she is being ejected from the ship.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/3792016935_0b4d56e157_o.jpg)</div>Following shortly behind the girl is a familiar looking droid, hovering on repulsorlift, a small electrical tool sparking at its tip and prodding in the girl's general direction, as if sheparding her down the plank and out of the ship.<br/><br/><em>"Keep those feet moving.  Jedi or no, this ship is under my watchful eye and my Captain has told me we are NOT taking any passengers and we are particularly not accepting any stowaways!  Now scoot!  Shoo!  Begone!"</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/covers/images/030/219/562/large/ramon-ruiz-alba-hastur1.jpg?1599957307)</div>Any and all protest is suddenly silenced as a tall figure looms at the very back of the gangplank.  Silent and stern, the imposing presence is palpably felt first, before all eyes focus upon the its strikng yet simple attire.  Simple mustard-colored robes, just like hundreds of rustic farmer's robes on any number of worlds, drape and flutter around the figure's silhouette, a hooded capelet flowing down from its broad shoulders.  A well-worn leather utilty belt is wrapped around a darker-mustard hued waist sash, while matching cloth puttees wrap around it's lower legs and feet, completing an image of stark simplicity.  The figure raises a hand in a gesture of authority, and from beneath the hood utters words of calm recognition...<br/><br/><em>"A moment of silence, Uffel.  We have guests.  Find out what they want..."</em>