Kelim'tel was quiet on the ride to Corellia, for the most part. He had not taken any interest to the other cadets who rode with him, since he was too busy trying to understand the one of the two personal items that he took with him; a datacron. It's mysteries intrigued him, called to him. He would play it too himself over and over again, in his own corner of the ship, like some kind of delusional treasure-hunter. Few words left his mouth, other than a silent mumble, and an occasional, silent groan, as if he had misunderstood and had to re-do his entire hypothesis. "[i][color=1a7b30]The Force....what is it?[/color][/i]" He would ask himself repeatedly, trying to understand what it meant. Was it an army? A divine being? Perhaps an ideology? Kelim'tel would never understand it, but knew that many people had used it long ago. He knew about Sith and Jedi, their eternal struggles against one-another, and even the betrayal of the Jedi(although false, as we all know.) He had learned these things through many adventures on his own. Yet, the Force was still an ambiguous word. 'What could it mean', he thought. Perhaps he would never know, he began to think. Something inside told him otherwise. All this was quickly dispelled by the landing of the ship. The jolt spooked the boy into full-attention, forcing him to quickly hide the datacron in a small satchel that was on his side. Standing quickly, he grabbed his vibrosword and made his way over to the exit with the other fresh cadets. The Wookie ahead and the Trandoshan behind frightened him, but the Ithorian directly in front of him calmed his nerves a tad-bit. He looked all the way over to the back at the Mandalorian and Ex-Imperial Cadet, who he showed indifference to. Of course, the Mandalorian did keep him a bit wary, as he had also heard stories of the Mandalorians and their proud warrior culture. Taking a deep breath, he looked straight ahead, and calmed his nerves. "[i][color=1a7b30]So, who here is ready?[/color][/i]" He asked politely, waiting for a response.