D A W N - O F - F A I T H
Master, I don't know what to do, where I'm supposed to go.
The Force has been cold to me as of late. Knighthood has not been
the grand adventure I thought it would be that day they cut my braid.
The Dark Side is still strong, despite our work alongside the Imperials.
And now, the Imperials are scratching at our doorstep. What am I to do?
I was raised to believe that the Jedi were peacekeepers, but ever since I was
a boy I've been a warrior, a soldier, fighting.
Its not right. It doesn't feel right.
The Amity dropped out of hyperspace over the planet of Ajara. The gas giant dominated the system, its two moons looming nearby, forever bound to the world by gravity. Galactic records, sparse as they were, indicated that even several hundred years after its discovery, the system and much of the sector around it, remained unexplored. You wouldn't be able to tell that from the scene that greeted him as star lines turned to specked blackness. Large freight barges drifted lazily away from the planet, escorted by Kuat Drive Yards Blastboats. A large refueling platform orbited the planet, a New Imperial Order Star Destroyer. It was one of the new ones by the looks of it. Amos gave a low whistle as his computers gathered data on the vessel to cross-check with GA records. Master, I don't know what to do, where I'm supposed to go.
The Force has been cold to me as of late. Knighthood has not been
the grand adventure I thought it would be that day they cut my braid.
The Dark Side is still strong, despite our work alongside the Imperials.
And now, the Imperials are scratching at our doorstep. What am I to do?
I was raised to believe that the Jedi were peacekeepers, but ever since I was
a boy I've been a warrior, a soldier, fighting.
Its not right. It doesn't feel right.
"That's a fast ship," he muttered, leaning forward to get a better look at the panel. It was as the reports suggested. Ajara was a full-on workhorse planet for the New Imperial Order now, its grasses providing a steady source of tibanna for the Imperial War Effort...Whatever that was. But that wasn't why he was here. Amos flicked the control yoke of the Amity and sent it towards Celanon Spur, the main colony world of the planet, though it was more a moon than its own world. Eight hundred years ago it wasn't much else than a cave with some blaster crazy rebels if the stories could be believed, but now it had a thriving community. Apparently, there was still an ancient Jedi training course somewhere hidden near the settlement but other than that it was a sleepy little town. The Amity glided through the atmosphere, landing gracefully in an empty hangar pad at the local starport, if one could really call it a starport. Its wings fully folded and landing gear exposed, the ship rocked as it touched down. The crash webbing on his chest snapped back and he hopped up, eager to get outside and back on solid ground.
"Come on S-O, G5, watch the ship while we're gone." The black astromech beeped in affirmative and let the ramp down.
"As you wish, Knight Orno," came the reply from the tall Jedi Page Droid. Without his own padawan, there was a lot he would typically have to do himself, like polish his boots, or fly the ship, or braid his hair...Anyways, the Page Droids did all of that for him. S-O was more than an errand boy though. It had access to millions of languages and could easily hold his own in a fight. He liked to think of the droid as his friend, even though he was basically a tall, chromy errand boy.
The pair walked down the ramp and paid the toll for entry following all the correct procedure for landing on a New Imperial planet and he was deposited into a busy street. The walkways were much busier than they looked from so high in the air, but now that he was here his senses were assaulted by a myriad of different smells and flavors. He wondered what the local specialty was. He patted his credit pouch to remind himself that he didn't have much to spend to begin with. With a sigh, he headed to the cantina to meet with his contact.