Quinlan Vos

 Quin's wearing pieces of his new armor (the chest piece, upper arms, and thighs) when he meets Ibani in Milliways and opens his door to a cantina of questionable repute. It's not quite a wretched hive, but it's close. He gestures with his chin towards the back, towards the isles of privacy alcoves, which can just be seen through the haze of smoke and other particulates in the air.

 The Dragon proved to be quite a good purchase. It is fast, comfortable, and with lots of cargo space for Khaleen's shipment. As they flew, Korvas introduced everyone to Hay-Re, the contact for the Patitite who lived with them aboard the ship. The meeting went well, especially once Korvas got a promise from the kids not to hunt for any Patities and to ensure their bogwings did the same. And for his part, Hay-Re promised to give the kids a good word and let the others of his race decide on their own if they wished to play with the kids.

The kids also loved the name of the ship, as did the diminutive Patities; if the appearance of small drawings of dragons about the ship could be any indication. One of the kids (Korvas suspected Korto) even started a drawing of a dragon head above the NavCom. Secretly, Korvas was happy they didn't have the pressure suits within easy access or he would have feared the kids would try and decorate the outside of the ship while they were flying.

Eventually, they came out of hyperspace to the system Khaleen's contact hired her to deliver to and pulled into orbit around the small moon. Something felt off though...

Cutting the power to minimal settings, Korvas said, "Larin, give me a lifescan of the planet."

"What's wrong?" Khaleen said, coming to attention and looking over the scanners herself as Larin reported, "I'm not getting much. Low levels and almost no power."

"I've got a bad feeling about this. Kids, open yourself to the Force but don't reach out." He instructed as he did the same himself. Khaleen for her part ran a more thorough series of scans of the moon, its planet and the surrounding space. "What do you feel?"

"There is life below, but it doesn't feel sentient," Larin replied, just as Korto said, "Something feels...not dangerous but not safe. As if a danger has passed but another might come."

"Kids, you guys are going to stay onboard and fly the ship to the upper atmosphere after you drop your mother and I off moonside. We'll call when we're ready to be picked up. Keep an eye on the scanners. First sign of a ship, you jump to Uncle Tholme okay? I've already programmed the NavCom."

"Don't worry kids," Khaleen said giving Korvas a glare for scaring them, "this is likely nothing. We're just being careful. Korto said the danger was past right?"

He is out turning the compost when he feels a sense of dread shiver through the Force. He drops everything and runs to the house, to the children, fear tight in his belly. It's only thirty meters but it feels like it takes an eternity. Part of him argues the feeling. No alarms were triggered, no sounds of approaching spacecraft or transport were heard. They should be alone. But Quin trusts the Force above all; it has never lied to him.

He skids around one of the storage units to the courtyard before their home and finds himself staring down the barrels of three blasters; the fourth pointed at Larin's head as she kneels before a Trandoshan. Varp, the bounty hunters from Taris had found him. Had he lead them here? Did he do a security sweep of his ship after refueling? Curse him for a fool but either way, it was too late. They were here and had to be dealt with. But where was Korto?

He froze and held his hands out, away from his body. In addition to the Trandoshan, there were two humans and a driod. What was their number on Taris? Was it four or five? Was the fifth holding Korto out of sight?

"You have lead a long hunt Jedi but it is over now. Kneel and make no trouble or the little one pays the price."

Quin stepped forward slowly to position himself closer to the house and his daughter. The fact that this also put him in the middle of the bounty hunters was coincidence, right?

Now that he was closer, he could see Larin clearer and she was scared, though she refused to cry in front of her captures. "Be calm, daughter," He called out, not wanting to give the bounty hunters names if they didn't have them. "All will be well."

"All will be well when we deliver you and get our credits!" the Trandoshan sneered.

Alone aboard the Wampa's Paw, with about a week's time in hyper space, Quinlan finds his thoughts returning to the strange Sith he met within Milliways. He is quite sure she is not playing him. Despite not practicing any force skills, nor even really using the Force, he hasn't gotten so soft as to not be able to read people's motives. That is one thing smugglers and Jedi have alike. He worries about her, though there really isn't much he can do. He also keeps finding the urge to teach her what force skills he can; sure that the ancient Sith can't know how to counter some of the Jedi skills of his age. It would be a way to give her an edge.

And what happens when she teaches those skills to other Sith? The paranoid part of him thinks and he shakes his head. No matter what he does, it will have already happened; she is from the past. A more appropriate worry would be if he still had anything to teach. It had been so long since he had done anything but use the Force to hide himself from officials and his presence within the Force from the Emperor, Vader, and whatever force adepts they employed or play games with his son and daughter while teaching them to hide their gifts and help keep a watch out for the Empire.

Well, he had nothing but time now. Might as well find out.

The first meditation was troublesome. Sitting, he had no patience so he tried a floating meditation. Failing that, he moved on to a moving mediation while he recalibrated the sub-space ion drives of his ship, yet again with no success. Disgusted with himself, he gave up and went to watch the stars streak by; which oddly enough calmed his mind.

As the stars slowed, he realized he was in a meditative state and slowed his breathing. Closing his eyes, he felt the Force like an old friend; wholesome and welcoming. He felt himself rise above the chair and small objects begin to orbit him, his datapad, a holobook his wife had given him to read, a clay dragon his son had made, the string mandala his daughter had woven; all the signs of his life.

The Force took him deeper into its hold, carrying him past his ship. In darkness he floated, confused. A sense of dread filled the void and deep within him the horror of experiencing his parents death awoke.
Lost in the Force vision, Quin clung to the ancient Jedi Code he has made his own. Out in the darkness, there is an asteroid and he is falling towards it. It becomes a space station and there is danger there. Immense, implacable and cold.
He is in the space station now, though he knows not how. There is a clacking; metallic and merciless. Cold eyes glow in the darkness and a sense of dread, greater than any he has ever felt, fills his heart. He reaches for his lightsaber but it is not there. A frantic grab to his other side and his blaster is missing as well. Droids come and walk right by him as if he did not exist, droids which he knows will murder all within the nearby sector of space, Sith space, and continue beyond; system upon system upon system. Droids which are guarded by Republic forces. 
Gasping, he is back on the bridge of the Wampa's Paw, confused by all he had experienced. Was it real? He had no experience with visions from the Force. It was not one of his talents back when he was a Jedi, so why would he be having one now? Is this something that was going to happen? No, there was no Republic and the ships were wrong for the Rebellion; too new and far too old in design. Ibani's time? That made even less sense. Not for the first, nor last, time he wished he had Master Tholme to talk to. Heck, even Kenobi would be a help.