Open [Plazir 15] Finding the Root

[Levet Vizsla]

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Plazir 15 was known to Levet mostly because it was taught in schools on New Mandalore. Supposedly Bo-Katan, a former Mand'alor and possessor of the famed dark saber had visited the planet along with other Mandalorians. Now the planet found itself in need of a different kind of Mandalorian to help.

The padawan was investigating the trafficking of black market goods. He was both a Jedi and a Mandalorian and as such was dispatched to inquire and report any findings. If it was deemed that the local constables were incapable of handling the situation then he was to use his best judgement to apprehend any suspects.

The young force sensitive kept his wits about him and his hood over his helmeted head as he scanned the crowd on the street. Most of the people were out having a grand time. The planet felt peaceful, full of life and joy even. Levet found it a little unsettling how much the local populace relied on droids though. But at least he had his T visor to hide any expressions of judgement.

Something called the padawan here besides the open request for aid with the Order. He suspected it had something to do with the contraband trafficking but he could not be sure. Only time would tell and the padawan would need to be patient if he wanted to find it out.

 

[Jorus Ha'ath]

Jorus Ha'ath, adorned in his simple black robes, observed the bustling scene on Plazir 15 with a mixture of curiosity and caution. The planet's atmosphere, brimming with life, struck a stark contrast to one specific figure in the crowd, a Mandalorian by the looks of them. Hooded, yet adorned in armour befitting his Mandalorian culture, the figure was hard to miss.

Tapping his staff on the ground as he walked, Jorus felt it 'hum' with the living force, a constant reminder that the staff was far more than it appeared. Having a 'force weapon' (a name he loathed) at his disposal was a necessary thing in this day and age. Mandalorians had always been a curious bunch and the fact one of them was here piqued his interest.

Perhaps this one was here for the same reason as he?

Exploring this planet's ancient links to Bo-Katan was more of a curiosity than a 'mission' for him, yet nonetheless it was one he was keen to pursue. "Peace, friend." he spoke with genuine warmth as he made himself known to the stranger. "What brings you to Plazir?" he asked curiously, appearing unthreatening as he bowed his head respectfully, detected a distinct connection with the force reverberating through the traveller before him.

As he spoke, Jorus kept a watchful eye on the surroundings, prepared to lend his unique set of skills to the padawan's cause. The force guided him, and with each step, he aimed to help this young traveller.

 

[Sylas Fett]

If it weren't for this contract, Sylas would never have set foot on Plazir-15. According to him, this planet was far too peaceful to require his services. However, curiosity prevailed — especially the pay — and he accepted the mission. It has been some time now since a smuggling network has established itself on the planet, and one of the local merchants has run out of patience with the local authorities, deciding to take matters into his — Sylas’s — own hands to solve this problem.

Sylas quickly understood why law enforcement was having trouble getting hold of the traffickers; there weren't many details in the report, the few leads went nowhere, and no one was talking. Everything was to be done, and the task didn't look easy.

Since he was starting almost from scratch, he wasted no time investigating in the local cantinas upon arriving on the planet. The first few days were fruitless, and he was already on his fourth day.

He had one last cantina to cross off his list, and he set out for it. He knew that with his armor, he wouldn't go unnoticed in a crowd, but that didn't really bother him. Nevertheless, for his mission, he took the trouble to cover himself with a long black hooded cape, completely concealing his silhouette.

It was in this crowd that he noticed something unusual: two men in the distance, one of whom appeared to belong to the same warrior caste as him. He approached to observe, still maintaining a good distance.

 

[Levet Vizsla]

The evening lights of Plazir 15's entertainement district reflected off of the Mandalorian's armor. The black robes of a stranger likewise was reflected in Levet's armor. The padawan stopped and looked the stranger up and down. The man stood taller than the teenager though it just seemed to force the Vizsla clan member to tilt their head up and meet the cloudy eyes of the monk.

"Greetings." He replied after a moment of hesitation. "I'm..." He felt an odd sensation. He recognized it to be a connection to the Force reaching out towards him. The contact was like a touch on the very surface of his being, something only someone who was force sensitive could do. His posture adjusted slightly at the realization he was looking at another person like himself. "...I'm here on Jedi business."

Black robes were normally what Sith wore. But this man was far from malicious. In fact he seemed to be the opposite. "Who are you and what brings you to Plazir 15?" Levet asked pleasantly in return as he resisted the urge ask the question in a sassy tone. He reminded himself to act professional and not like a snotty brat. If he was going to be a Knight some day he needed to get used to being an adult.

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