Private A child adrift

[Yasima Zyntra]

Location: A small agri-world in RNR space
Gear: Yasima's Embrace, Knife made by father, standard gear
Tag: Aiden Porte

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Yasima and Aiden landed in their two-seater N-1 not far from the farm that they had been sent to by their order. It had been interesting for Yaz to get to know the guy a little in the cockpit of the starfighter as they made their several-hour hyperdrive trips to the farm world. It was late morning and long stalks topped with what looked like feathers blew in the wind beside the nabooian padwan girl as they walked up the dirt road.

This mission had been a matter for local law enforcement. A family of Chevin farmers lived here and their young daughter had gone missing. The police were investigating and the current assumption was that she had wandered off into the fields and was hopefully going to be found curled up lost and hungry. But that didn't sit right with everyone, and the father had been asking more questions trying to get answers. What complicated matters, a fact that had only come to light due to dad's own investigations is that the child is force sensitive. This was where the two young Shiraya members came in. The order wanted to aid in the investigation to ensure there wasn't more to this than met the eye. Yaz looked back at the much taller padawan and smiled as she thought about their roles in this. He was an older padawan which was why he was probably being tasked with something like this, she was younger so would likely need to defer to him, maybe even treat him like she might treat a knight if she was on a mission with one of them. Maybe, maybe not. Yasima was a bold and confident girl and her life growing up as a Hunter-gatherer gave her wisdom beyond her years, she liked to think that was why she seemed to get a little more leash than some of her peers of similar age.

"What do you think? Have a snoop around first or just knock and speak to the parents. I've never met a Chevin before, they're kind of wei...." She shut herself up, weird looking was rude and these people needed their compassion, not their judgement.

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[Aiden Porte]

It seemed this was happening more and more often than not. With the Refugee crisis ongoing, there was an influx of people fleeing from various systems. And with those that fled were farmers, smugglers, everyday people trying to make a living. And with those that were fleeing there was several criminals in the works. Not just smugglers, and the like.....

Murderers, kidnappers, the worst kind of people.

The systems that were flooded by refugees were taking in these individuals and those that called their planets home. They were left with the brunt of the damage. And local law enforcement was not enough to help keep the peace. Aiden was quite pleased that they sent two Padawan's on this sort of mission detail. It just proved that there was a great amount of trust in them both. And he was sure they could keep each other out of trouble.

"What do you think? Have a snoop around first or just knock and speak to the parents. I've never met a Chevin before, they're kind of wei...."

Aiden chuckled lightly as they stood before their home. "I know for sure we should keep the weird looking comments to ourselves." The Padawan whispered as he looked over to Yasima. He probably would've said the same thing to be quite honest.

Aiden just knew that they could get pretty tall....

"We should probably speak to the family first? Then we could look around? It might set the wrong message if they see us around their home without talking to them first?" The Jedi Padawan recommended as he glanced around before looking back to Yas.

"And before we begin, we are in this together. Anything we decide to do should be done as a team." The Jedi Padawan said with a nod and giving her an encouraging smile. Which he had been a Padawan longer, he was still just that.

The Shiraya Order had chosen them both for this, which meant they were both equally trusted to succeed with support from one another.

"Let's do this, partner." Aiden winked at her, and glanced towards the door.

Yasima Zyntra