Orsimer Prime, it was the home of one of the galaxy’s strongest species. A lush world that the Orsimer were attuned with to the point of being spiritually connected. It was something Jun could understand and appreciate. Maybe that was why he’d taken interest in the world.
Really, his reasonings for deciding to go faded when he arrived. The tribes usually met annually to trade and compete against one another. This year, that wouldn’t be happening. A strange blight was washing through entire communities, decimating them. While this normally could have been chalked up to natural selection, there was an added component that made Jun question everything.
The disease only targeted Orsimer and there was no understood vector for the disease. The symptoms were suddenly and it burned through the hosts with little chance to effectively spread. To the Fiani it reeked of the Dark Side and it needed to be addressed.
That was why he’d reached out to other Jedi for assistance. He was hunting a healer in particular to help him with combating this conjured illness before ending its maker. With any luck, whoever was coming would be a specialist because Jun was certainly out of his depth.
A fact that was only reinforced when the Fiani glanced around the village he was in. It was almost of ghost town if not for the sounds of wheezing coughs, groans of agony, and the wails of grief. What was worse? Even as he scrambled to do something, Jun felt powerless to help. Because for the most part, he was.
“Fuck…” Was all he managed to mutter as he made his way into the next home to help however he could.
@Sreeya