In all reality, though, it wasn't just himself that was the source of his talents. It was a weird thing, a concept that he had a hard time grasping. He was blessed with a thing he had learned to call the "Force". In that world he saw so much mystery, so much confusion, that he had, like any young boy, learn about it. Investigate it.

So, he was off, into space, heading to the only place that he knew there would be some sort of answers. The Unknown Region...or atleast near it. Yavin IV, though still blockaded, seem like a good place to begin some understanding of where this source of Force was coming from, or atleast how to use it.

"Onto Yavin IV," he whispered to himself as he went about finding the coordinates for his hyperspace entrance.

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It was an interesting sight. Seeing, viewing, watching the blockade surround and cascade the planet like a dress. The planet that was always described lush now seemed to be covered in a darkness that could only be the Empire. Yet, in many ways, the Empire had changed since the olden days, before even Jamel's birth. They had become more civil in their actions, though still violent and tatical.

They were no longer loathed by the universe. It was like the Golden Age of the Empire before the Civil War broke out all over again in a sense, but Jamel was quite educated on the topics and knew that there was a difference in those days and the present. The Empire wasn't ruled by the vile Emperor, but a man that Jamel remembered as Sobern.

"I wonder if I can somehow get in contact with him," he mumbled, not knowing that it was outloud.

In a matter of seconds he concluded the next thought he was ahead, blasting forth toward the blockade that draped the planet with the glowing shine of freshly painted ships.

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