Yellow Weaver
Loomi's combat experience wound up proving sufficient enough for field work pretty fast. The Jedi Council was quick to deem her fit for active duty and assign her a first mission. Pirates were making a mess in the underbelly, remnants of the now fractured Hutt Space Consortium. She had been sent along with a senior padawan to take care of one such band of ruffians. Jand Talo was his name, a rather strange fellow, though that seemed to simply be due to a lack of understanding on her own end. Or maybe his end as well? Her own problems didn't help, whatever the case.
The mission was pretty simple. Move in, capture their leader, clear out the rest. There was a side objective to reclaim any force artifacts that may have wound up on the black market, but the priority was public safety. The young Godoan was quite driven to see this objective through. She greatly disliked pirates. Loomi was uncertain why, but it felt almost ingrained into her. A lost memory. A fragment of another life adrift in her unconscious mind. It probably meant nothing. She really needed to stop convincing herself that every strange feeling she had was of some great astronomical significance. They were probably just quirks, plain and simple. No overthinking necessary.
She was rather nervous though. An amnesiac with mechanical legs and grizzly scars was sure to generate some chatter. Nonetheless, the two Jedi had made their way to their destination, an old apartment complex that had long since been abandoned. The architecture seemed to indicate that it had once been an establishment of luxury, even housing it's own landing pad. Now it was a shell of itself, just like the rest of the underbelly. Loomi looked on at the entrance from the rooftop of a nearby building.
"Guess this is the place," she frowned. "Real sad sight... Well, you're the senior. Got a plan?"
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