The Outer Rim was often full of unlawfulness, with inhabited systems spread so far apart it was nearly impossible to manage a fully functioning department of security forces. So often planets had little if any in the way of anything that could fight back. For planets like Er'kit, warfare and slavery was a constant. Oren and the Jedi had gotten wind of a small time rebel insurrection that was occurring on the southern portion of the planet. A band of slaves were trying to fight back and to free themselves and many of their people from the bonds and chains. They needed help, and thus he decided to go. He wouldn't be alone, a young knight would be joining him, Zasha le Fay. He had never worked with her before, but had no doubt in her capabilities.
The two of them would arrive on planet, Oren not fully prepared for the extreme heat that would hit them. The sands were a golden white and quite similar to what he had seen in the Great Dune Sea on Tatooine. He wore no robes, instead he opted for a short sleeve button down that he had tucked neatly into a pair of khaki captain's pants. To many he most likely looked like a smuggler with saber hidden away in a bag that was slung over his shoulder.
The two of them found themselves within a small village that was located a bit away from the current conflict. They needed to find their contact in a local cantina, The Skiddish Wombat, but Oren couldn't make out anything of the sort. He'd turn towards the younger knight, a soft smile forming on the near human's face as he spoke, "Do you see the cantina?"
tag: @Braden Drake