Nkllon was a fairly standard planet in Crix's books - he'd seen enough of them to know that most planets tended to only really have one thing going for them. The big planets, the ones that the Galaxy pivoted around, tended to have two or three big things about them. But frontier planets were simpler places with locals with simpler immediate desires. And the One Thing for Nkllon was the mineral trade that ran through it.
There were materials on Nkllon that existed elsewhere in the Galaxy, of course, but not in the same levels of abundance. Most of the materials would have to be heavily mined in other areas of the Galaxy but here they were so plentiful that they often barely had to dig. It was a shame, then, that the people were still being worked to the bone.
Why were they being worked so damned hard on a constant basis?
So the administrator could hoard all of the material wealth of the planet within vaults built into the Nomad City. By controlling the supply, the administrator controlled every aspect of the economy on Nkllon and was doing everything they could to keep the workers from realising that all that stood between them and a stable and prosperous planetary economy was the demolition of one person's plans to hold a monopoly.
A resistance had, naturally, sprung up and Crix was there to meet with members of it alongside fellow Jedi Edaara Tonor. He'd never worked with them before but she was a young Knight so he was happy to have her covering his back. Especially as he spotted the bar across the road, the bar they were supposed to meet the resistance contacts in.
"Hide your saber better." he warned Edaara as he eyed the bar, "That graffiti is old but its mando clan marks. Ready to go?"
Mandalorians were likely long gone from here but the marks suggested that they had once had a coven here while they were running from the Empire. Probably a great place to base the Resistance out of, actually.
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