I thought the story could use a sturdy, calm charachter! Elian Istari sat, relaxed in the pilot seat of his ship. He was a large man with broad shoulders, blond hair and intense glowing blue eyes, a man of few words. Most people took him to be not very bright; but there was an observant intelligence in his glowing eyes, a side that most people never saw. He gazed slowly around the cockpit, taking everything in. His thoughts, as always, moving much faster than his actions. His eyes took in his few meagre possessions, his rations and his lightsaber; his most prized possession. Elians great, great grandfather had been a Jedi; his lightsaber had been passed down from generation to generation. And now Elian was the last of the Istari line. Luke Skywalker had sought him out as a possible student for his fledgling Jedi Academy. But after several lessons Luke had small aspirations for his future Force development, and so the lessons had ceased. All this had been fine with Elian, he took most things in his stride, but he had never wanted that path. This was one of the reasons, Luke had said, that he could not yet master or utilise the Force. But while he was satisfied with his relatively simple life, his could not deny his heritage... He closed his eyes momentarily, as Luke had shown him, an action that was relatively foreign to him as he never blinked, and tried to stretch out with the force. His attempt didnt get very far before his sphere of influence collapsed, as it always did. He stretched and was walking back into the cabin, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe, when a light lit up on his control panel. He turned at the beeping sound, his eyes playing over the cockpit and finding rest upon the 'incoming transmissions' light, beeping incessantly. He sat back down, playing the message back. It appeared to be a distress calll from a nearby planet...