Sar Vardnic look out of the shuttle's window, stars and planets flew by faster then the eye could see. Sar turned his head to his arm. It was a mess of ripped flesh and bandages. His mind hardly registered the pain coming from his arm, his main focus was on how he had failed his friends and how the Order was no more.

A dark time had taken hold in the galaxy, the once proud Galactic Republic was destroyed, and the Jedi knights the peace keepers were all but extinct. It had been about two months after Operation Kinghtfall had been executed with frightening ease that Darth Vader (aka Anakin Skywalker) had found Sar and six other Jedi hiding on Dantooine. Vader had killed every one of them except for Sar. Sar had escaped with his life, but not before Vader had thrown his own Jedi starfighter at him. The fighter had practically obliterated his arm, but Sar had turned out otherwise alright from the blow. Still even three weeks later Sar could not think of a reason for Vader not to finish him off, all he knew was that the dark lord had only made his existence even harder.

The cargo ship came out of hyperspace rather abruptly. The ship approached Corellia.

Maybe, just maybe this can be a new start for, Sar thought.

"Unlikely," Sar chuckled at the ridiculous thought.

The cargo ship sliced through Corellia's atmosphere like a knife. The landed on the world's rural terrain. The ship's pilot opened the back hatch. Sar grabbed his lightsaber which was siting right beside him, then he headed out.

"Good luck," the pilot said. "Hey remember this place's settlements are few and far between, you'll probably want to head to Coronet."

"Thanks," said Sar as he waved with his good hand.

"Anytime," the pilot replied.

Sar was about to get off the ship when the pilot said.

"Hey Sar here," the pilot threw Sar a comm device. "Just in case you ever need to get off planet."

"Thank you," said Sar. "You've been very kind may the Force be with you."

"And the same for you," said pilot.

Sar left without another word. Once he got off the ship his eyes took a minute to adjust to the light. Once they did the bright green beautiful planet of Corellia appeared. The ship took off and headed of to the greater beyond. Sar looked upon the small village in front him. The place was of low population even for village, the place was quiet and quaint except for the occasional ship taking off. This would be a perfect place for him to live out the rest of his days, right?

Sar made his way into the village, he passed several shops then entered a bar. The place was not a stereotypical bar, instead of being filled with criminals, gangster, and or just plain drunks the bar was bright clean and full of fresh air. It looked more like a dinar then anything.

Sar walked over to the counter. The people within the bar gave him curious looks whenever they thought he wasn't looking their way. The place looked to big for the four small walls that held it.

The bar tender walked over to him.

The tender was a human who was in the in between the middle-aged part of his life and the remaining senior years of his life. His once black hair had now completely turned gray except for a few renegade strands.

"What can I get for you son?" asked the tender.

"Anything that five Republic credits can get me," Sar replied.

"So that narrows your rage to let me see water," said the tender.

"Well it's liquid," said Sar glumly.

"Hey why don't ya pick something out and we can talk about your means of paying later," the bar tender suggested.

"Thanks," said Sar. "I'll take anything you suggest."

"Alrighty then how 'bout a rodian nix?" asked the bar tender.

"Sounds good to me," said Sar.