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Jedi Base of Operations
Hutt (Jedi) Space - Nar Shaddaa
Hutt (Jedi) Space - Nar Shaddaa
Mar Kesyk had returned to Nad Shaddaa for the nth time this year. In spite of having aligned itself with the Order, Hutt influence was not easily dealt with and, as such, the place largely remained a den for corruption, spice and just about every colour on the spectrum of sin. Not to mention, after the tragic death of Grandmaster Pelora, the abstruse sixth sense of criminals appeared to have caught a whiff something they perceived as weakness in the Order. Consequently, these people then chose to throw caution to the wind and grow bolder and more violent. The rate of crime had skyrocketed, in recent times.
For a Knight tasked with capturing escaped criminals, the increased crime rate meant this place - the planet of his birth - was shaping up to become a second home...
'How terrible' the masked Jedi told himself. The longer he spent here, the more thankful he was for the thick robes and helmet covering his skin: in his eyes, this planet looked like a pus-filled wound. And this was not a metaphor. Nar Shaddaa legitimately felt like it was covered in a world of noxious bacteria that would prove both disgusting and harmful. But, the Order always came first. His task was one that needed to be done, and who would Mar Kesyk be if he simply left this problem for someone else to handle? Regardless of his personal opinion, the job would be carried out to the best of his ability.
So, with hands firmly placed inside of his pockets, the man courageously placed one foot in front of the other, and passed through one filthy street after the next, headed towards one of the few clean locations of the system to look for his next gig. The Order's base of operations.
It was rumoured that the newly appointed Grandmaster would make an appearance on this day. In Kesyk's eyes, this felt like a show of strength. A display that would hopefully deter these lawbreakers from actions that would cost both themselves and the Order. Should his hypothesis prove right, then this man could not be more thankful... Were it not for his unwillingness to come into needless contact with the ground beneath his feet, Mar would most definitely be walking with a spring in his step: Any peaceful measures that would limit the underworld and keep him away from this blasted system sounded like a gift from the Force.
Kesyk had never met Grandmaster Pelora. Quite frankly, he'd never even been particularly intrigued. In his mind, his 'self' simply did not thirst for recognition. From what he had heard, Pelora had accomplished great things, and this knowledge was enough.
Truthfully, the actual reason behind his lack of interest in garnering the appreciation of the Order's higher ups had more to do with ego than anything: Kesyk was a man who lived inside of his own head. One who was far too concerned with striving to be the best version of himself in each and every day to invest enough time into the possibility that his own ideas might actually serve towards the betterment of society. He had spent his life believing that those around him had surely reached similar conclusions to his own or, at least, answered similar questions. As such, who would want answers from someone like himself, who struggled so to find them? Especially when they could simply go to those who had it easier.
As he finally entered the building in question, Mar had made a realisation. Despite being new to the position, the Grandmaster - were she to be present - might just be able to shed some of the Force's Light on the many issues that kept him up at night.
Blissfully ignorant to woes other than his own, this overqualified Bounty Hunter calmly approached the area he had been directed towards, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wisdom that - in his rural eyes - only the Leader of the Jedi Council could wield, his mind no doubt brimming with unreasonable expectations of an encounter with what could best be described as a God.
For a Knight tasked with capturing escaped criminals, the increased crime rate meant this place - the planet of his birth - was shaping up to become a second home...
'How terrible' the masked Jedi told himself. The longer he spent here, the more thankful he was for the thick robes and helmet covering his skin: in his eyes, this planet looked like a pus-filled wound. And this was not a metaphor. Nar Shaddaa legitimately felt like it was covered in a world of noxious bacteria that would prove both disgusting and harmful. But, the Order always came first. His task was one that needed to be done, and who would Mar Kesyk be if he simply left this problem for someone else to handle? Regardless of his personal opinion, the job would be carried out to the best of his ability.
So, with hands firmly placed inside of his pockets, the man courageously placed one foot in front of the other, and passed through one filthy street after the next, headed towards one of the few clean locations of the system to look for his next gig. The Order's base of operations.
.... ... ....
It was rumoured that the newly appointed Grandmaster would make an appearance on this day. In Kesyk's eyes, this felt like a show of strength. A display that would hopefully deter these lawbreakers from actions that would cost both themselves and the Order. Should his hypothesis prove right, then this man could not be more thankful... Were it not for his unwillingness to come into needless contact with the ground beneath his feet, Mar would most definitely be walking with a spring in his step: Any peaceful measures that would limit the underworld and keep him away from this blasted system sounded like a gift from the Force.
Kesyk had never met Grandmaster Pelora. Quite frankly, he'd never even been particularly intrigued. In his mind, his 'self' simply did not thirst for recognition. From what he had heard, Pelora had accomplished great things, and this knowledge was enough.
Truthfully, the actual reason behind his lack of interest in garnering the appreciation of the Order's higher ups had more to do with ego than anything: Kesyk was a man who lived inside of his own head. One who was far too concerned with striving to be the best version of himself in each and every day to invest enough time into the possibility that his own ideas might actually serve towards the betterment of society. He had spent his life believing that those around him had surely reached similar conclusions to his own or, at least, answered similar questions. As such, who would want answers from someone like himself, who struggled so to find them? Especially when they could simply go to those who had it easier.
As he finally entered the building in question, Mar had made a realisation. Despite being new to the position, the Grandmaster - were she to be present - might just be able to shed some of the Force's Light on the many issues that kept him up at night.
Blissfully ignorant to woes other than his own, this overqualified Bounty Hunter calmly approached the area he had been directed towards, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wisdom that - in his rural eyes - only the Leader of the Jedi Council could wield, his mind no doubt brimming with unreasonable expectations of an encounter with what could best be described as a God.
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