Open to those who might be aware of Jedi Guardians and their plans through any means; possibly some Jedi or opposition as well
As rain pounded on the glass ceiling of the skycar, Nykoria looked at the tall Fondor skyscrapers flying by her. Although it was nice to lean back and enjoy the ride, the purple-skinned Zeltron couldn't do it while her mind was restless. Ever since she had announced her intention to go after the Sith, it had been nothing but work. It turned out that the Jedi Order didn't have a vessel large enough to house all the interested Jedi and serve as their home away from home. It was up to Kori and the few people who volunteered to gather the resources and prepare a ship for the mission. A daunting task for a member of a monastic order living away from the rest of the galaxy on a jungle planet. "A poor monastic order, I might add."
Luckily, Nykoria wasn't a recluse she had been a few years ago. The Zeltron Jedi had made friends or acquaintances, and one of them was in a place high enough. Mrs. Phyllis Vasser, CFO of Transport Automata Unlimited was one such individual. A few months ago, Nykoria helped with investigating her son's kidnapping. And although Phyllis didn't owe the Jedi anything—Kori definitely felt off about asking the executive for a favor—that was the only option that Nykoria could come up with on short notice.
"Here we are," the voice of the taxi driver snapped Kori out of it and into reality. The door slid open, letting a gust of cold rainy air into the vehicle, giving Kori some chills. "Oh, thanks," she mumbled, getting out of the vehicle and under the rain. It felt weird, standing in front of the penthouse she thought she'd never visit again. The Zeltron felt lucky that Phyllis had even agreed to talk. They had only known each other for an evening.
"Well, can't postpone the inevitable," Kori mumbled to herself, before stepping towards the entrance.
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