Kelian Tranel sat quietly in his cold seat on the freighter shipping them towards Dantione, the scenic view eluded him and he didn't pursue it with the eagerness he would have under other circumstances. Nervousness was boiling in his stomach and giving way to a slick pasting of sweat over his brow, Kelian had known he was force sensitive for some time during his breif sixteen years in Iziz, the fortressed city of Onderon. We had felt it when The Exile had stormed through with Mandalore and Kreia in tow, weilding a deep blue lightsaber while granting Onerdon's Queen her planet back in the midst of rebellion.

The freighter gave way to a slight rumble, enough to shake Kelian from his train of thought and his mind drifted uneasily. His jet black hair was cut trim and short and his stony face could be seen more accurately with it, he had about as average a face he could have as far as he was concerned. Facial hair was gaining ground on the bare flesh covering his young face and a soft peppering of acne was visible though not enough to detract from his appearance. Kelian had been blessed by the Force in more ways than one he supposed, he would have been content to remain on Onderon and bait traveler's into unfair sales with his nearly perfected Force Persuasion techniques. Still, the Exile's appearance had registered in his brain and had begun to show up frequently in his dreams, add that to the fact his girlfriend had been studying there for a month and the trip seemed back by enough to make it logical.

This particular freighter was for hopefull Jedi only, Kelian had thought of most of them as only average and that was fine, for he was certain that was the only imression one could gain from his looks as well. Still, there was a Twi'lek sitting in the back with an angered scowl, Kelian had been eyeing him to some extent for some time now and he sat uneasily. Enough to have caused Kelian to debate with himself whether or not to appraoch the Twi'lek and have a chat, still, Kelian's nerves were now taking a beating at a severe extent. he had picked up foriegn languages at a bery young age through the sales he had conducted throughout his life and was fairly fluent in any he would encounter. The twi'lek's alien skin was a sickly green and seemed on the verge of shedding of a layer any minute. His eyes were pinched in a tight stare and his face was obviously clenched tightly together, straining his features to a certain extent. Kelian decided it would be best to talk with this twi'lek, he seemed in need of a friendly conversation and Kelian himself was eager to for some banter with another.

Kelian arose from his seat gingerly, gaining little notice from his fellow companions on this trip and he walked towards the head of the frieghter quickly. The twi'leks eyes honed on him quickly and the harsh stare was as hard to take as a blaster shot from Carth Onasi himself, nonetheless, Kelian sat uneasily next to the twi'lek and offered a polite greeting

"How's it going? I'm Kelian Tranel, you look a little sick man, are you okay?" The twi'lek's features softened a bit but still remained in a tense stance that seemed to emanate off of him.

"I'm fine, the names Holso Gadd by the way." This twi'lek spoke a smooth galactic basic and it was easy to see he had been around. He seemed to be around twenty-five but had the look of an extra decade of wear and tear about him. His most obvious feature being a face long scar starting at the mid point of his forehead and ending at the tip of his upperlip, slicing towards the left side and Kelian thought him fortunate enough to be alive and with good sight in both eyes. Yes, this was a twi'lek who had seen extensive battles. "It's just, if I am not accepted to this academy than I have nowhere to go, I've spent my last credits on this ride." He served up an easy smile and Kelian felt thankful that his art of Force Persuasion had given him a bit of a cushion to fall back on.

"Are you, you know, Force Sensitive and all of that?" Kelian asked hoping that the twi'lek hadn't mistaken the Jedi for merely a military unit.

"Yes, I've been thoroughly trained..." his voice trailed to nearly a whisper and he leaned in as Kelian did the same "...but it was in the ways of the Sith." Kelian half expected to hear the electric sound of a saber being rising and peircing his chest but he breathed easy, the twi'lek meant no harm.

"So I, I take it you've taken towards the Light Side and so on. Or else you'd be..." Kelian left the sentence open and Holso stepped in as if expecting the transition

"At Lord Jedan's side? Yes, I have faced the error of my ways in a horrifying light. I would rather not offer my services to the Jedi but I am endebted towards them, it is, however, a story for another time. I beleive we're coming upon our entry into the atmosphere now."