A Gentle Soul
Even from orbit, the signs of recent violence in the Tapani System were impossible to miss. Shipyards lay scarred and half-repaired, defense platforms flickered with unstable power, and worlds that should have glittered with aristocratic splendor instead burned dimly beneath emergency grids.
For the two Padawans aboard, the mission was meant to be simple. Medical crates, ration packs, replacement comm units, the mundane necessities stacked neatly in the hold. A quiet errand, the sort assigned to learners to teach responsibility and restraint. And yet the Force felt unsettled here, heavy with fear, pride, and unresolved anger lingering long after the attack itself had ended.
For Pari Sylune, the assignment was a welcome chance to help. She waited quietly aboard the ship as it traveled, teak-colored eyes fixed on the swirling brilliance of hyperspace beyond the viewport. Tapani was close now, and soon they would be delivering the supplies where they were most needed.
Unbeknownst to the young Padawans, however, pirates still haunted the surrounding lanes—a quiet, lurking threat that would not remain unseen for long.
She glanced sideways at the other young padawan with her and smiled. "It's nice to see you again." The two had met up before while chasing a droid on Naboo.