Corran Horn was running. never stopping, sweating hard. Bruises up the side of his face, fresh wounds dripping blood one the other. He turned. and tripped over a tree root. His vision slipping toward blackness, he saw Nok'yon walking toward him, laughing menacingly. Not quite hearing what Nok'yon was saying, he tried to slip his lightsaber off his belt, succeeding only partially before Nok'yon ignited his own crimson beam. By the time he got his own loose, Nok'yon was already plunging his weapon down, toward Corran. toward Corran's death. Corran woke with a shout, that woke his wife, Mirax, and nearly woke his kids, Hal and Placeholderw. "What's wrong?" Said Mirax with Sleepy alarm. "Nothing," He said. 'Well, it sure didn't sound like nothing was wrong from the way you screamed," She said. "I know," said Corran sheepishly. Corran looked at the bedside chrono. It read 5:30 AM. Which was half an hour before he needed to get up. "Well, might as well get going." He said. Corran got out of bed and walked across the room to the refresher station. When he had finished, he found breakfast waiting for him. Just recently defeating the Yuzaan Vong, He wasn't used to finding breakfast ready for him. Not home cooked anyway. He took his utensil and dug in. "this is very good," He said. "Made it special. Something from back home on corellia." Mirax said. When Corran had finished, He left for the New Republic Military base on Folor. As one of the sole remaining Original Rogues, He had a long shift of Space Patrol.