Not too far removed from the verdant jungle planet of Yavin IV, a point in spaced flared briefly, and a ship hurtled from hyperspace. It was matte black, and those relying of visual sensors might mistake the paint job as a group of X-Wings. Because that is what indeed was painted on either side of the craft. But further inspection would reveal the ship to be a frigate, studded with turbolasers and a small hanger bay. ID Transponders identified it as the Far Runner, and an Imperial Customs Frigate. That fact would send a chill up the spine of anyone who fought the Empire. Such craft were often occompanied by Star Destroyers, and the stormtrooper search parties were known to make up accusations and slaughter the crew of any craft they boarded.
Not that the pilot of this craft was Imperial, or the ship filled with stormtroopers. In fact, the pilot couldn't be any less Imperial-minded. He was filled with hatred of Imps, and wouldn't trust one a moment. And the crew was droids, only able to fire the turbolasers and navigate. At the moment, one informed the pilot, a prospective Jedi named Keyan Doranth, that a communication was incoming from the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. The blond haired youth flipped on the communications screen and stared into it.
"This is Keyan Doranth, captain of the Far Runner, wishing to land at the Academy. I'm here to see if Master Skywalker will accept me. Transmitting data now."