"Reach out and try to feel the people around you." She encouraged Isen as they approached the landing pad. "Feel their sorrow, the weight of the galaxy crushing down on them. And feel their perseverance. Their struggle to keep moving. Places like this see few heroes. Everyone just does what they need to get by. Let's see how long we can last..." The ship touched down and the ramp lowered, passengers of all stripes making their way out into the open.
The port was an unpleasant place, full of dry dust and noise. Streets were crowded with rough looking folks going about their business, miners and merchants, smugglers and thieves. Most of them were human, although there were some aliens mixed in with the bunch. As usual Izel stood out quite immediately, while her near-human apprentice would go mostly over looked. Their mission here was vague by design. Immerse themselves amongst the populace, learn whatever they could from whomever they could, gain perspective. And of course to help wherever they could, as a Jedi should help. By bringing peace, not violence. As they walked along the main street a scuffle broke out as a pair of men accused a loner of skipping out on paying them. One grabbed him, and the other punched him in the gut before pushing him to the dusty ground and spitting on him. They warned him not to dodge them again before walking off. Well... At least they'd have no shortage of things to do...
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