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The Republic light freighter warped back into space at a safe distance from the asteroids, though close enough to see the working system of a vast mining colony. The Fyrth Asteroids, a place of importance for the Jedi; and close enough to enemy territory to be under constant surveillance. More to personal matters, AbdAas thought to inspect the Opila and perhaps even the Jenruax here since there was report of explosion. But first came business. They would have to investigate the happenings here this evening. And with little sleep, AbdAas was curious to see how his Padawan faired with further guidance.
Corporal Figgs guided them in to position and opened comms with Fyrth base Beta, where they had been instructed to dock and meet with the Chief Administrator; as he himself was not used to coming down here but for circumstances such as these. Meanwhile, two Jedi had been meditating in silence in the small cargo hold after some light training. They were one, in mind, and in line with the harmony of the Force. For it was sustaining them; needless of food, rest, or even air.
~ "State purpose and clearance I.D." ~
"Uh... Heh, this is Figgs, uh, Corporal Figgs here, sir, and uh... HEY JEDI MASTER YER HONER, I KINDA NEED YOU UP HERE!"
AbdAas calmly breathed in deeply for the first time since their joint meditation began, eyes peacefully parting to reveal their usual white glow looking back at his pupil. His was a tranquil and softened countenance. Though it soon hardened as he collected himself for the coming duties. He unfolded himself and pushed up into a stand, squeezing a slight wheeze from his aging gut. He was still somewhat young in the eyes of his people, but that did not caste him immune to aches of long periods of sitting.
"Come, my Padawan. We will continue our training later."
He returned to the cockpit, folding his dark outer robes of ceremony over himself that he had retrieved along the way, and ignored his saucy pilot in order to address command and gain clearance. Once they knew it was the Jedi assigned to their incident, the Republic shuttle was allowed entrance and they flew in to dock along side the center hub of the mining facility in this sector.
AbdAas gathered his things and led Gnost towards the exit, entrance to the facility. As the doors cross-slide open, it was not surprising to see the Chief Administrator there with two guards of his personal security to greet them. AbdAas figured Chief Administrator Benjamin Csiv to stand more on ceremony than engage actively in supervising this strange occurrence. He was a dark haired fellow, shorter than AbdAas, with smoothly pressed suited clothing of grays and blacks buttoned up to his chin that might resemble a naval officer.
"Chief Administrator. I am surprised you would have the time to greet us here. I am AbdAas Oriatius, and this is my Padawan Gnost-Tok."
AbdAas would then formally bow, after opening with greetings.
Corporal Figgs guided them in to position and opened comms with Fyrth base Beta, where they had been instructed to dock and meet with the Chief Administrator; as he himself was not used to coming down here but for circumstances such as these. Meanwhile, two Jedi had been meditating in silence in the small cargo hold after some light training. They were one, in mind, and in line with the harmony of the Force. For it was sustaining them; needless of food, rest, or even air.
~ "State purpose and clearance I.D." ~
"Uh... Heh, this is Figgs, uh, Corporal Figgs here, sir, and uh... HEY JEDI MASTER YER HONER, I KINDA NEED YOU UP HERE!"
AbdAas calmly breathed in deeply for the first time since their joint meditation began, eyes peacefully parting to reveal their usual white glow looking back at his pupil. His was a tranquil and softened countenance. Though it soon hardened as he collected himself for the coming duties. He unfolded himself and pushed up into a stand, squeezing a slight wheeze from his aging gut. He was still somewhat young in the eyes of his people, but that did not caste him immune to aches of long periods of sitting.
"Come, my Padawan. We will continue our training later."
He returned to the cockpit, folding his dark outer robes of ceremony over himself that he had retrieved along the way, and ignored his saucy pilot in order to address command and gain clearance. Once they knew it was the Jedi assigned to their incident, the Republic shuttle was allowed entrance and they flew in to dock along side the center hub of the mining facility in this sector.
AbdAas gathered his things and led Gnost towards the exit, entrance to the facility. As the doors cross-slide open, it was not surprising to see the Chief Administrator there with two guards of his personal security to greet them. AbdAas figured Chief Administrator Benjamin Csiv to stand more on ceremony than engage actively in supervising this strange occurrence. He was a dark haired fellow, shorter than AbdAas, with smoothly pressed suited clothing of grays and blacks buttoned up to his chin that might resemble a naval officer.
"Chief Administrator. I am surprised you would have the time to greet us here. I am AbdAas Oriatius, and this is my Padawan Gnost-Tok."
AbdAas would then formally bow, after opening with greetings.
Fyrth Asteroids Mining Operation.
Official Report: Signature. Chief Administrator. Csiv, Benjamin.
...From as early as 1300, reports of unusual sightings have been coming in from loaders in the field. Disturbances throughout the shift have put us below quota for the third time in just over two months. Just after a Raker malfunction in Sector 8, an internal explosion in Sector 9 caught our attention. At around 1800, the mining craft 'Rangler 0-8', carrying four operators, was confirmed dark and floating off axis from the explosion and leaking fuel. It is unknown whether 0-8 was the cause of this explosion, though reports leading up to the event suggest some form of tampering. Majority theories include worker theft and operator intoxication.
Due to the nature of operations and Republic Relations Overseer, this report has been flagged and forwarded to the Jedi Database.
...From as early as 1300, reports of unusual sightings have been coming in from loaders in the field. Disturbances throughout the shift have put us below quota for the third time in just over two months. Just after a Raker malfunction in Sector 8, an internal explosion in Sector 9 caught our attention. At around 1800, the mining craft 'Rangler 0-8', carrying four operators, was confirmed dark and floating off axis from the explosion and leaking fuel. It is unknown whether 0-8 was the cause of this explosion, though reports leading up to the event suggest some form of tampering. Majority theories include worker theft and operator intoxication.
Due to the nature of operations and Republic Relations Overseer, this report has been flagged and forwarded to the Jedi Database.