Cover Your Mouth [Jedi Mission]

[Crackerjack Bohemian]

Cover Your Mouth

Location: Kliffen, Commenor​

His personal training had been cut short by a request for his assistance on a near-Core world. Due to the last mission he was on, his guard was down about this particular one if only due to the nature of the mission. However, he'd be allowed to practice his advanced techniques in Healing which he'd yet to do. Only recently had he been able to heal others by touching them and feeling the Force in them. He trusted the Force to guide him through what he'd probably be made to do, being ever obsequious. However he always knew others knew better than himself.

He continued to meditate on the Force and his own connection to it while waiting for everyone to conglomerate at the hanger they were to leave from. He knew there would be two others joining him, but he did not know who they were or even what rank they held. Regardless, this was more than he usually did when departing on a mission with others. Still, this information was irrelevant when considering they had chosen or been chosen to take part in this mission meaning they were on appropriate skill and wouldn't need to be worried about.

Unlike all other missions he'd been on thus far, this one seemed the least threatening. He found no logical connection to the use of violence or aggression during their time on Commenor, but his ignorance of its history and culture could certainly prove otherwise. He felt this mission was mostly wasting his time, but the suffering of others was under his own responsibility and wherever he could stop this kind of agony would be his first priority. There would remain a sense of taking this whole mission for granted, though.

 

[StormWolf]

Rhonun was not entirely sure why he was present on a mission such as this. He was not well versed in the arts of Healing, and that is what this mission seemed to be all about. Still, it felt nice to have the chance to do some good that didn't involve the removal of some poisonous individual from the ailed society. Per usual, Rhonun was doubting himself as their ship approached the planet, but he kept repeating the lessons Master Starfall had seeded in his mind. If he believed he didn't have what it took, then he would find his skills lacking. If nothing else, Rhonun's large and intimidating presence would serve as a deterrent for the desperate.

Even though he grew up ignorant of most of the outside world, Rhonun had seen desperate people before when his parents administered to their ailments. Despereation, sickness, and hopelessness did terrible things to ones mind. He had seen feeble patients turn hostile towards their benefactors, and in most cases of illness, the afflicted outnumbered those assisting by at least three to one, and that was on the scale of villages. Rhonun and his fellow Jedi were dealing with a planet. Numbers were not in their favor, but that has never stopped Jedi before, and Rhonun wouldn't let it stop him now. He would do his part and heal those he could and he would act as a bodyguard if he was forced to.

 

[The Derp of Hooves]

Yuunda had found himself with a new group of Jedi that he hadn’t been with before. He had discarded his old clothes for those of the padawan he now was. He had been pleased with the change from the light, though rough fabric of his home world of Tatooine. Compared to them the robes were soft and comfortably loose fitting. He made sure the strip of black cloth that served as his eye patch was securely tied and in good condition, it wouldn’t do to look shabby when acting as a representative of the Jedi. His only main concern was that he had yet to build his lightsaber, the symbol of a Jedi. He sat calmly in his chair and meditated as they approached their destination. He wasn’t much of a healer, but he was always willing to learn something new. One thing he was sure of was that the force willed the three of them to be on this particular mission. All of their skills would come in handy at some point or another. His most recent skirmish back on Tatooine was enough to convince him of that. He let out a sigh and got up.

He placed his left hand on the smooth surface of the dark blue krayt pearl that was in his pommel as he walked over to his companions. One of them, a hulking cathar, reminded him of the feline warrior, Winters, that he had met on his most recent trip to Tatooine, though the later seemed somewhat incomplete after seeing the feral tiger that was Winters. He sat down and placed his sword across his lap and scratched at an itch on the thick horizontal scar on his right cheek.

‘So,’ he said, ‘how much longer until we reach the planet?’

 

[Rameth]

For most of the ride to their destination Hal sat meditating. It was his first mission upon returning to the Jedi and he found it hard getting his thoughts in order. He wasn't nervous exactly but he couldn't get rid of this nagging feeling. It was hard to pin down but he came to the conclusion that he was worried about becoming a Jedi once again. His mind raced with thoughts, the most prominent being, What if I've forgotten how to be a Jedi? The thought troubled him. He had changed greatly during his time away from the Order. Hal had not done anything that would taint his presence but his actions had become more...confidant, he surmised, trying to think of a positive way to describe the change. He wondered how it would effect him during the mission. He shook his head waking himself from his deep trance while expelling the troublesome thoughts for the time being.

He stood and flexed his cramped legs, stiff from the non-use. After regaining his bearings he walked over to the rest of the group just as one of his fellow padawans finished asking a question.

"It has been quite some time. How much longer?"

 

[Crackerjack Bohemian]

"Patience," he whispered through his meditation. Being deep in thought with the Light, the rest of the trip was short, and they reached Kliffen on Commenor too soon. His concern stretched to his first apprentice, Vaiya. She was denied this mission, still, which upset her, but she was able to cope. He, on the other hand, had to make sure these Padawan were safe under him during this mission. He couldn't help but suspect the worse, as it usually happened, but his opinion of this mission was still firm.

This was a group of able, strong, and seemingly wise group, however, something he was not used to. Perhaps they were on this mission to learn that power and strength weren't the most important thing in the galaxy. Perhaps he could teach them a few things, but this idea held feebly on his mind as they stepped off the platform of the shuttle and onto the dead landing bay. There was no one around and city looked dead. No one was there to greet them as it was stated was commonplace. He looked around and the Phoenix trembled slightly behind him. The feeling of, emptiness, was eerie. He was silent the entire way and hushed any who spoke, waiting to hear from the Light anything of importance it may have told him. There was nothing, yet.

He led the Padawan off the ramp and through the hangar into the city. They saw no people until they reached some gates which looked to be made recently by weak hands. The brick and mortar were sloppily piled onto concrete and steel beams. A small gate was the only entrance into the city. A small hole popped open to reveal a voiced dark face. "We come from the Jedi Order. We were requested here to help aid in any way we can." His voice was sympathetic and justly rushed. Their situation was obviously grim and they needed assistance immediately. Sebastian waited patiently for a response from the faceless guard of Kliffen.

 

[Fyston]

Drento Mali paced impatiently behind his desk, more angry than unsure. How in Corellia's moons could they blame him?! It wasn't right! How he had done such a thing to deserve such treatment was beyond him. It was an election year. More importantly, this was the year when Drento was supposed to run for the position of Senator for the planet. If he got pinned with it, or worse, they discovered the truth, he'd be out of the running for sure. No, he had done and would continue to do everything in his power to ensure that things went the way he had planned.

At first, he had issued warning after warning of a general flu bug, hoping that his people would see him as helpful, even wise. No, these people had all but insulted him and considered him incompetent. His political opponents had been the first to swoop in and Drento utilized his influence over the local law enforcement to "handle" his opponents, effectively silencing them. Their influence had already seeped in to the daily lives of the people, causing immediate backlash and causing the entire situation to spiral out of control. To avoid further damage, he had issued a quarantine, citing the sickness while really wanting there to be as few "problems" as possible. His people were ungrateful and not understanding and it infuriated him.

Standing at 5'11, Drento was obviously used to his position. He had grown a mustache and developed a bit of a gut from years of sitting at a desk, using the people's taxes to gorge himself on the best meals in the galaxy. Today was such a day when he received an urgent transmission during his visit with a fairly attractive Twi'lek. Nobody dared to intrude on him during such visits unless it was an emergency and, upon reviewing the situation, had agreed that it was indeed an emergency. A shuttle, one registered to Tython, had appeared in low orbit and was requesting permission to land. He was infuriated, a feeling made even worse by the entrance of his chief adviser.

"Sir, we've discovered that one of the prisoners contacted the Jedi Order through diplomatic channels."

"Thank you, Admiral Obvious. Should I promote you now? I KNOW THAT!"

"What should we do, sir?"

"Take care of them. Nothing lethal, but make sure they learn their lesson."

Cleaning himself up and having his servants clean the conference room, Drento ordered a squad of his best law enforcement officers to escort the recently arrived Jedi, ordering them to equip full riot gear. He sat at the head of the conference room and transformed into his political mode, wiping his mind of emotion and putting on his Dejarik face. He understood what the Jedi were capable of, having worked with them before, and would not make any mistakes.

 

[Crackerjack Bohemian]

The large door slid open only enough to allow one person through at a time. Sebastian nodded and led the others through the gate and into the blockaded city. They were met by a band of police that wore an obscene amount of protective gear. He was confused by this but allowed them to escort their guest to their leader. The city was unusually desolate and silent. The few citizens he did see looked impoverished and weak but were still able to show excitement for their arrival. They quickly rushed off to tell others that their help had come, but they wouldn't know who the tyrant in this city was until later. Sebastian felt the need to attempt to begin healing some of them right then, but decided it'd be better to stay obsequious for now.

The building they arrived to looked oddly kept and expensive. The guards, if that's what they were, led them through the building and to the Mayor's quarters for some kind of meeting. When they entered the room, Sebastian bowed deeply and introduced himself. "I am Jedi Knight Sebastian Solborne of the Order. I've come aid in the relieving of this epidemic you seem to be experiencing."