Gwydion was kneeling on the floor of the cargo hold of a HKD-477 Courier Vessel. There was crates and boxes surrounding him, filled with all types of supplies. His eyes were closed, with one hand cupped in the other with both resting in his lap. There was a lightsaber hilt on the ground in front of him, it was made of a worn, silvery-grey metal and had leather wrapping where one might hold it. It looked like it had seen better days. The breaths he took were deep and long, almost seeming to match the hum of the ships engine. He tried to keep his attention on the moment but found his mind drifting, recalling the events that led up to his current situation.
Transport ID 36H-58J. That was the identification code associated with a cargo ship that was supposed to deliver vital medical supplies to a township on Ord Cestus. Unfortunately, several hours after entering orbit the ship went dark and no communication had been able to be made. Some officials on Ord Cestus had reached out the Jedi Order to investigate, given the proximity of the planet to Jedi-controlled space and the suspicious nature of the disappearance. Gwydion had volunteered himself for the mission, it seemed like the perfect distraction he needed. More than likely just a simple case of piracy.
There was however, a slight complication.
A complication that came in the form of a short, no-nonsense Mikkian Jedi Padawan. Gwydion wasn't quite sure why Adora was here, he certainly hadn't requested any form of back up. He had a feeling that someone at the Order was putting him through some sort of test, but that was based more on paranoia than anything concrete. Still, regardless of any objections he may or may not have had, he was technically responsible for the Padawan's well-being and safety for the duration of the investigation.
It was not a responsibility he would take lightly. He had managed to arrange transport for them aboard a courier vessel which was headed for Ord Cestus with the intention of laying low.
After allowing his thoughts to wander, Gwydion opened his eyes. He first attached the hilt of his lightsaber to his belt, secondly he stood up and stretched his legs which had began to ache from his awkward sitting position. Removing his datapad from one of his pockets, he accessed the flight data of the ship he was aboard and saw that they were not far from their destination. That was the township that 36H-58J was supposed to deliver its supplies to. The people in charge had arranged for a small shuttle which Gwydion and Adora could take to the precise coordinates in orbit where 36H-58J had disappeared. The thought had crossed Gwydion's mind to have the courier vessel go straight there, but having assessed the potential risk of pirates, he concluded the shuttle was the better option.
"I should brief Adora again, go over the details," Gwydion said out loud to himself. That begged the question however of where exactly Adora was. He hadn't done a great job of keeping track of her since they boarded the courier vessel but he assumed she valued her independence as much as he did. Perhaps she was in the cockpit, talking to the pilot, he thought. That was his intended destination as he exited the cargo hold.
Transport ID 36H-58J. That was the identification code associated with a cargo ship that was supposed to deliver vital medical supplies to a township on Ord Cestus. Unfortunately, several hours after entering orbit the ship went dark and no communication had been able to be made. Some officials on Ord Cestus had reached out the Jedi Order to investigate, given the proximity of the planet to Jedi-controlled space and the suspicious nature of the disappearance. Gwydion had volunteered himself for the mission, it seemed like the perfect distraction he needed. More than likely just a simple case of piracy.
There was however, a slight complication.
A complication that came in the form of a short, no-nonsense Mikkian Jedi Padawan. Gwydion wasn't quite sure why Adora was here, he certainly hadn't requested any form of back up. He had a feeling that someone at the Order was putting him through some sort of test, but that was based more on paranoia than anything concrete. Still, regardless of any objections he may or may not have had, he was technically responsible for the Padawan's well-being and safety for the duration of the investigation.
It was not a responsibility he would take lightly. He had managed to arrange transport for them aboard a courier vessel which was headed for Ord Cestus with the intention of laying low.
After allowing his thoughts to wander, Gwydion opened his eyes. He first attached the hilt of his lightsaber to his belt, secondly he stood up and stretched his legs which had began to ache from his awkward sitting position. Removing his datapad from one of his pockets, he accessed the flight data of the ship he was aboard and saw that they were not far from their destination. That was the township that 36H-58J was supposed to deliver its supplies to. The people in charge had arranged for a small shuttle which Gwydion and Adora could take to the precise coordinates in orbit where 36H-58J had disappeared. The thought had crossed Gwydion's mind to have the courier vessel go straight there, but having assessed the potential risk of pirates, he concluded the shuttle was the better option.
"I should brief Adora again, go over the details," Gwydion said out loud to himself. That begged the question however of where exactly Adora was. He hadn't done a great job of keeping track of her since they boarded the courier vessel but he assumed she valued her independence as much as he did. Perhaps she was in the cockpit, talking to the pilot, he thought. That was his intended destination as he exited the cargo hold.
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