The charactor of Captain Jonuta was originally RP'ed by me at MWC 7 through 9 at a time when Mark Fisher was playing Han, and I was "giving it a rest." He's based on several stories by Andrew Offitt. The description of Corellia is my original version of Han's home planet, and was created over twenty years ago as an attempt to explane why he is the way he is. It conflicts with the versions of Corellia presented in the SW novels, and I like it better. The events that follow should be considered to have taken place immidately after MWC this year. S'Lara is being written with Viper's knowledge and input. The spaceship "Coronet" dropped out of hyperspace a million klicks above the surface of Correllia. She had defied distance, speed and Einstein to arrive at her destination. High overhead the giant moon "Jespa" hung like an enormous Christmas Tree ornament, lit by countless tiny specks of scattered light spread randomly across her surface, each one representing a Corellian shipyard or dry dock. Jespa was the location where the Corellians built their famous vessels. Now one of its most famous had come home. From the bridge of the "Coronet" the planet Correllia fully dominated the forward view. Captain Jonuta stared silently at it. Beneath scattered clouds he could make out the sapphire blue of its limitless sea, which covered the planet from pole to pole. As the "Coronet" began to orbit he could occasionally glimpse one of her 100,000 islands, the only real land masses on Correllia. Jonuta recognized most of them. Crescent shaped Seraphena. The Elesia Atoll. Fifty kilometer long Namibia. Tiny by most standards, but large for a Correllian island. There were no islands on the planet larger than three thousand square klicks. That, and the viscous sea creatures that lived between them were the main reasons why there was no formal Corellian government, only 100,000 tiny island nations, none populated by more than a few thousand people. Whatever brand of politics you were into there was an island for you. That was true not just of politics, but lifestyles as well. The island's small size, and even smaller populations had also served to keep wars to a minimum throughout Correllia's mixed and varied past. It was hard to build an army capable of dominating a planet when the most you could field was a few hundred troops, and they had little hope of getting anywhere. As a result few Correllians ever developed much lust for power, or conquest, a rarity indeed in the spaceways. Most became explorers, out of necessity. To travel between an island by boat meant great danger at the hands, or fins, or teeth of a never ending array of merciless sea creatures. That was if the distance was short. It meant certain death if longer. To overcome this problem the Corellians had developed air travel at a point in their history when most races were still perfecting the sword. It meant safe passage from one island to another without the fear of becoming someone's dinner (the skies were, for the most part, safe). The development of air travel early in their history also gave Correllians an enormous head start on their way to space travel. They had already colonized the giant moon, Jespa, by the time they should have been building their first carriage. Hyperdrive came shortly afterwards, freeing a planet of explorers and pirates to become explorers and pirates in the greatest ocean of all. An act for which the rest of the Galaxy never forgave them. Jonuta scanned further east, along the planet's equator. He was looking for the volcanic Island of Serabi. Home, for Captain Jonuta, but he wasn't heading home. He was going to find someone. "This is Corellia Control. Please state you name, registration number, destination, and business on Corellia." The female voice came over the con-com's communications grill. Normally it would have been met with a pre-recorded response identifying the "Coronet" as an ore hauler registered to a corporation from Moroneay. Chewie Co. was the company's invented name, after the first mate of Jonuta's Correllian smuggler friend. This time, though, he would tell the truth for a change. Captain Jonuta spoke into the com-con's communications grill. "This is Captain Jonuta of the Corellian ship "Coronet." Registration #180386, headed for docking at Qualara Port. Serabi Island. Business....getting a drink." Captain Jonuta could almost see the smile on the space traffic control officer's face as she replied. "Affirmative "Coronet" you are cleared for landing at Port Qulara, Serabi Island....And welcome home 'Captain Cautious'." Jonuta himself smiled at the mention of his other, more descriptive and well-earned nickname. Captain Jonuta was not alone in the con-com onboard "Coronet." Captain Cautious would never travel alone, even if he knew how to operate all of the ship's seemingly endless variety of controls (which was hardly the case). At the "throttle," as he like to call it, was his second mate, and more, Kenowa. Sitting at "Coronet's" con was often dull and Kenowa loved it. She was delighted to do it for Jonuta and proud that he entrusted the duty to her. The dullness resulted from lack of necessity. The price of success and freedom from Authority and rivals, Jonuta of Correllia said, was eternal vigilance at the con, along with attention to every detail and some that did not exist. On spaceship "Coronet," that meant watching Coronet run "Coronet." Kenowa wore a long sleeve deep purple leotard of liqui-skin that left little to know and a lot to imagine. Around her waist was an extra wide shining black belt made from equhyde-which meant simply a simulated leather hardly distinguishable from the real thing. On her head she wore a bright metallic silver wig which crowned her like a mane. Kenowa was delighted to man the con for Jonuta. Or do anything else for Jonuta. He had saved her life and more. He had saved her from her. The role of First Mate on "Coronet" fell to the computer directing ship functions. Officially it was Ship Inboard Processing and Computing (Modular): SIPACOM. Jonuta just called it "Mate." A backup SIPACOM took up valuable space and stood ever ready, in the event of failure of the primary or any component. There had never been a SIPACOM failure on Jonuta's ship. There was one more life form on the com as the crew of "Coronet" approached the Corellian atmosphere, though she could never be referred to as Human. Her name was HReenee of the race HRalix. A member of a recently discovered race of felineoprimates, her 4' 10" frame moved with the help of flowing muscles that seemed as if without bone. She sat at "Coronet's" weapon's station, nude except for an ivory gauze wrap tied loosely around her waist. Not that it mattered much. The feline from HRalix was covered with short tawny fur that all but concealed eight tiny mounds running parallel down her chest. "Ten seconds to atmosphere," Kenowa announced, repeating information that SIPACOM had provided Jonuta with twenty seconds earlier. "Are you sure HE's down there?" HReenee of HRalix purred, through four needle-sharp canines (or perhaps felines). "He's down there." Jonuta replied with confidence. SIPACOM had searched the Corellian docking records for the last two weeks. Their records said he was down there, having his ship completely, and surprisingly refitted, right down to a new paint job. The first in it's owner's lifetime. Jonuta was a thick, tallish man, about 5' 11". His build was powerful and he exercised on shipboard, twice daily. His green eyes were ambushed beneath thick straight eyebrows at the base of a lofty forehead (it was growing loftier, as wavy brown hair crept back from it). His nose was curved and thin with small rounded nostrils, and his mouth was full and bowshaped. He had well shaped hands with long fingers, and excellent legs within heather green tights of equhyde. He wore a bright scarlet coat of piratey length, with its double row of buttons. Those sixteen buttons (of Prass, and purely ornamental) were its only adornment, and they were enough. They flashed like purest brass. From his very broad Corellian belt (of equhyde) hung his Blaster. A tall black death machine with a thick rounded front to protect Jonuta's hand. From the end of the holster swung two strips of rawhide-imitating equhyde, because Jonuta understood and admired romantic attire. The big prass buckle was a fancy coat of arms, though Jonuta did not know of whom or what or from where. His knee tall black boots were of evershine equhyde too, or else Jonuta could not have borne them. Captain Jonuta of "Coronet" was no fool. He knew he looked striking and formidable. He looked like a pirate of another era. He was not: he did not attack other spacecraft in quest of booty. Jonuta was a slaver. "Coronet" punched into the Corellian atmosphere, and began her decent to Port Qualara.
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