Drow Venn, the Ishi Tib Padawan, sat wrapped in furs that local Nelvaanian traders had overcharged him for. However, his thoughts weren't on how badly he'd been ripped off but rather, how much more he'd be willing to pay for more furs - it was bloody cold on this world. Drow had never been much one for the cold but he was particularly bitter about it because of the nature of his mission today.
Having made a stand with other Jedi against slavers on the planet Ord Radama, Drow had refused to let those slavers get away from the battle to pillage another day. Instead, he went on the trail, spending perilous and countless hours until he finally found a contact who told him where the slavers' secondary planet of operations was; the planet Nelvaan. Reaching out to those who'd aided him on Ord Radama and any other goodwilled Jedi, Sector Ranger, or adventurer who was close enough by to hear his call for aid. Looking at those who'd assembled before him, Drow cleared his throat and spoke.
"Right. Two miles down this direction is the stream where the traders say the slavers have taken up camp. Our goal is to get in, free any slaves who might be there now, and capture their leader. Any ideas?"
Having made a stand with other Jedi against slavers on the planet Ord Radama, Drow had refused to let those slavers get away from the battle to pillage another day. Instead, he went on the trail, spending perilous and countless hours until he finally found a contact who told him where the slavers' secondary planet of operations was; the planet Nelvaan. Reaching out to those who'd aided him on Ord Radama and any other goodwilled Jedi, Sector Ranger, or adventurer who was close enough by to hear his call for aid. Looking at those who'd assembled before him, Drow cleared his throat and spoke.
"Right. Two miles down this direction is the stream where the traders say the slavers have taken up camp. Our goal is to get in, free any slaves who might be there now, and capture their leader. Any ideas?"