"Pod racing?Greed can be a powerful ally." --Qui-Gon Jinn, The Phantom Menace WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE? [link=http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=13289433]Where It Counts:[/link] Jacen embarks on his pod racing career, and is promptly marked for death by an old enemy of the Solo clan. [link=http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=10950059]The New Empire:[/link] During a two-pronged mission to Tatooine, Jacen meets a comely pod racer who finds herself in very deep trouble with the Hutts. [link=http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11223871]Credit to the Race:[/link] Jacen is once again in hot water with the Hutts when they make him an offer he can't refuse, and he refuses it anyway. [link=http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11609850]Scum and Villainy:[/link] While vacationing on a backwater planet, the Solo kids and company find themselves at it again with a pretentious character from Jerrica's past. (as yet incomplete) *** The Force was flowing, and it felt wonderful. It felt almost like his own blood flowing through his veins, eliminating whatever hostile bacteria resided in his body, just as it eliminated hostile bacteria in outer space such as the Yuuzhan Vong. Then again, he thought to himself, it was flowing through his veins in the form of whispering midichlorians. The quieter his mind became, the louder their voices in his mind, showing him what lay ahead, what lay behind, and what was happening right now for parsecs around. Sitting on a tree limb in the middle of nowhere on Yavin 4, he rested against the bole and closed his eyes, opening his mind and his ears to the living Force that permeated the area. With so much life energy on the premises--stemming from vegetation, insects, wildlife, even rays from the sun--there was an awful lot to listen to. One of the things he enjoyed the most about meditation was that even if he normally couldn't understand a life form, it came across as clear as a bell upon the wings of the Force. Somewhere off in the distance, he could sense a small measure of anxiety and anticipation from one of his fellow students as her training took a new step. It was funny, he thought to himself, that she should feel such anxiety after constantly living on the edge for the better part of a month. However, even along the path of the Jedi, a little anxiety or even fear couldn't be avoided--as he himself was very soon to find out. As the Force streamed through his mind like the deep, hasty river nearby, it brought with it a sudden image of disaster. Strife, hardship, suffering. It wasn't particularly new; his ascension to adulthood had been lined with such grief, but it had never been disastrous. He had never witnessed such utter destruction as he saw in his mind's eye; he had never felt the pain, the distress, the fury of so many others. Then he knew that he wasn't seeing the past. He was seeing the future, and he didn't like the looks of it one bit. He knew, however, that the future could be changed, no matter what he saw in the Force. Ultimately, he felt, that was why the Force could show a person what lay ahead--so that it could be prevented if necessary. First things first. Find out what in blazes was going on and let Master Skywalker know about it. He sat up, dropped off his limb, and grabbed onto another one below it, swinging and somersaulting down onto the ground. Then he set off the way he had come, fairly confident that he wasn't going to get run over by a wayward land vehicle at this particular moment. He started off at a brisk stride, but as the vision of the future assaulted his senses yet again, he broke into a run. Something was horridly wrong, and its correction rested on the shoulders of the Jedi. The Force was flowing, and it felt terrible.