Ryloth was not a happy place at the best of times, especially when it was being visited by slavers and bounty hunters. Unfortunately for the locals, this seemed to be a regular thing. The Hutts had declared their interest in Twi'lek slaves long ago and the rest, as they say, was history. The Jedi had been protecting the planet to the best of their ability for centuries as well but they were never numerous enough to make a difference.
Here and now, Max was willing to do his part to try and make something of a difference, something of an impact.
After forcing the Trandoshans to stop assisting slavery efforts against the Wookiees (using their own point system to push them into the agreement), he had tracked several slaver gangs and the like who tried it anyway. Most of them had not, in fact, been Trandoshans but instead they tended to, most often, be Zygerrians looking to make some quick credits with the new market opening up.
He had sent out the call to other nearby Jedi as he landed his ship at the spaceport. Max might be able to take some of them himself but he wasn't about to risk it so he called it in. He waved off the concerned beeps of his astromech.
"Someone will come." he assured his un-named droid companion, "Someone always comes."
More beeps.
He laughed as he walked down the ramp.
"Because the Force wills it!"
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