Public Dark Jedi hunting party on Akiva (three spots)

[Aeron Dosh]

Akiva, a lush, forest planet.

As Aeron's ship floats idly in space, he rests in his bed. Deep in his sleep, Aeron sees horrific flashes of a lightsaber swinging violently. As Aeron rolls backwards, and plants his feet to align a shot against his target, the force wielder gently deactivates his lightsaber, and enters into a meditation pose. Every shot Aeron fires is suspended around the force wielder, and in a sudden burst every blaster bolt is reflected straight back to Aeron. Moments before Aeron is flatlined he jolts out of bed, and is immediately staring straight up at the face of his ship's butler droid,

"Sir, You've received a message. It seems to be a 'special contract' - Someone named Drax Tilles. They claim to be a Jedi-"

Aeron speaks up, "Yeah, the jedi council member. What does he want? Actually, just let me see it for myself"

Aeron slowly makes his way out of the bed, and wipes his eyes while letting out a yawn. After traveling down his ship's hallway and arriving at his ship's personal terminal, he opens up the contents of the message and reads it over,

"Hello, I'm assembling a team of skilled mercenaries and hunters to track down and preferably capture a rogue Jedi by the name of Jeela Auten. She has escaped to the planet Akiva. If she can't be taken in alive, then do what you must to put an end to her destruction. What she did isn't important. What does matter is her being brought to justice for her betrayal of the Jedi Order. You will be handsomely compensated for your efforts. If you survive. May the force be with you, brave hunter. "

The transmission is followed with a set of coordinates to a makeshift camp on the planet Akiva.

After Aeron landed his ship, and entered into the camp, he was greeted by Drax Tilles,

"Aeron, I'm so glad you made it. I've invited three other hunters. They haven't arrived yet. While we wait for the rest, how about a game of Sabacc?"

 

[Braze]

Tags: Aeron Dosh ​

Braze had been happily gathering new plants and seeds to bring back to Veridia when he saw a ship in the distance, descending beyond the trees.

He squinted curiously, watching it settle somewhere out in the woods. After a moment, he rose from his work and moved to investigate just who had come so far into such a secluded place. His Force presence drew inward, tucked close and quiet. He narrowed himself through the Art of the Small, softening the weight of his presence until it pressed thin against the life around him practically disappearing from force senses all together, becoming little more than another hush beneath the leaves.

Careful feet picked over roots and fallen branches as he crept off in the direction he had seen the ship land. A faint current curled around his steps, guided through delicate Force Wind rather than brute force, catching the scuff of his boots and the brittle complaint of fallen twigs before either could carry too far and silencing the sound. He moved like a shadow beneath the boughs, bright-eyed and wary, wondering what sort of people were drawn to a place so far from the easier paths.