Private Mimban Search

[Kuzon Lu’ten]

Planet Mimban, Circarpous sector, Expansion Region​

Kuzon sat in the co-pilot seat of the Gallant just as it came out of hyperspace. He stared through the ship's window to the destination now in view. Mimban… The Bothan had never come to this world until now. Yet he had been raised, trained and worked in a similar environment back on Kashyyyk.

Subsequently Kuzon turned to the pilot seat half expecting to see his master, Vidya but instead saw a gray eyed Sephi instead. A flash of grieved expression surfaced on the padawan when reminded that his master had become one with the force. He looked away somewhat embarrassed.

She would want me to move on. Yet why do I still struggle to do so? I'm a Jedi. I know I'm better…

Getting a hold of himself while silently reciting the Jedi code he looked up as the ship came in closer to Mimban's surface. Then he briefly glanced back to the Jedi knight he was assisting.

Yondir Fenn, a Jedi ranger who happens to be Sephi. That's pretty much all that Kuzon knew of him. This mission was pretty much organized on short notice after all. Deciding to keep busy and attempt to make up for what he saw as his earlier embarrassment he brought out the datapad, re-reading its content and said out loud.

"According to the data here the Hydian had nearly two dozen members on its crew and according to the shipping company the freighter was carrying multiple crates of Jogan fruits, turnips and two cages filled with monkey-lizards. They were supposed to pass this system but came out of hyperspace and made an emergency crash landing somewhere in the eastern hemisphere."

In the back of his mind Kuzon wondered if it had been engine troubles or something like that. Well it was best to keep that assumption to himself unless there was clear evidence. Rather the padawan added.

"It's fortunate that the distress beacon works so we can pin-point their ship's location. But so far there hasn't been communication from the Hydian's crew."

Just as the Gallant entered the planetary atmosphere Kuzon hoped they weren't too late.

Yondir Fenn

 

[Yondir Fenn]

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There is no emotion, there is peace.

The first line in the Jedi Code of old.
Words can curve and make one bold.
Tenets learned—creeds were ever told.
Ocean of words, a window, stars unfold.

Emotion, yet peace.

A man recites the words within his mind.
The first line in the new code of the Jedi.
Not forsaken or abandoned but revised.
Drifting by the viewport, stars so bright.

He sits in the cockpit of a ship that is his.
A Jedi scout ship and her name is Gallant.
Beside him, co-pilot—Padawan companion.
The pilot slumbers even as his eyes are open.

Emotion. Peace. Serenity. Harmony...
Words can curve, words can also blur.
Jedi’s eyes are open, closed—he sleeps.
He sees, ever awake, for the Force curves.

Behind his eyes, in the Jedi’s mind, a voice.
His sister’s, his mother’s, from home long ago.
Hers, the tongue of his world, a moon, and home.
He left it, far away, for a Jedi’s gate, by own choice.

Home is an ocean, ever a poem, tethered together within a ship in motion.
Words burn like embers, flakes from a fire, sparkling stars, drops of a potion.
His eyes are open, those of the Knight, by a Padawan, Force is given devotion.
In the cockpit of Gallant, Yondir Fenn sits, silent spirit—tranquil sea of emotion.

A Jedi cannot give in, waking and sleeping, dreaming of a moonlit bridge.
Words become meaningless, thoughts so weightless, they hang on a cliff.
Not alone but a lone soul, a Stranger, a Ranger, despite the man by him.
Padawan Kuzon, who opens his lips, flicking his tongue, and words drip.

Knight Fenn opens his eyes. They were never really closed—like the Force.
Around twenty-four crewmembers, produce and creatures for ship cargo.
Typical manifest for a merchant vessel though it could be carrying more.
Faulty systems, pirate raid, it was fruitless to speculate. It was time to go.

Even a Jedi Knight so far from home sometimes struggles to let go.
He takes Gallant in, that ship drifting downward, a star on the horizon.
Whether the two Jedi are too late, whatever the case, they are not alone.
They have each other, the Force has them both, and Jedi aren’t frightened.

Down, down the Gallant goes, the scout ship carrying two scouts within it.
“Coordinates are locked in—position is given for that forest in the distance.”
Mimban, a jungle planet, filled with rainforests and marshlands—unforgiving.
Distress beacon zeroes in within treeland by a swamp—whether crew is living.

Gallant swoops in, quiet, breathing wind against the canopy of the great forest.
The scout ship was something but nothing against Mimban’s turbulent chorus.
Storms streaked the stratosphere, mist blanketed the surface at night and day.
Her light, like the Force alight, set treetops aglow as Yondir’s Gallant found way.

The forest clearing served as the ship’s landing pad and soon later came the ramp.
Knight descended, Yondir Fenn, garbed in grey cloak, steel breastplate on the man.
Day, night, he would brave even quickclay with a bow and quiver and his lightsaber.
Beside him, Padawan Lu’ten, and together the pair of Jedi would prove to be braver.

“It’s this way.” It wasn’t a Jedi’s senses. It was the homing device. “I hope they’re alive...”
Another day, another night, the Knight might have made no such comment, not quite.
Yet, that voice in his head, that woman beckoning Yondir Fenn, singing against night.
Urging him to search, composed though he be, that Ranger, yes, and a Jedi Knight.

Kuzon Lu’ten

 

[Kuzon Lu’ten]

Once they exited from the cockpit Kuzon checked himself, making sure the lightsaber was secured and picking up the necessary survival equipment. Having been to many training exercises and field missions in similar environments the Bothan knew it paid to be prepared while relying on the will of the force as well. Once the pair exited the ship Kuzon stepped onto the soil.

Twisting his head from one side to another he took in the wilderness. Mimban smelled and looked somewhat differently than Kashyyyk. Where the Wookiee's homeworld's trees were titanic in size there those here were smaller in comparison but had thick branches. Feeling compelled he knelt down placing the left hand on the soil and closed his eyes.

There has been a disturbance here.

Getting up Kuzon heard what Yonir said and followed him toward the tree-line where the homing device directed them toward. Immediately flies swarm around him but the padawan ignores them for the most part, being more focused on keeping up with Yonir. He heard birds squawk to the east of them during their advance. Soon his boots were stepping into watery mud but again he kept onward.

"Uhhh…Ranger Yonir, have you been to Mimban before now? I haven't to be honest but read a few references, mainly historical accounts about Luke Skywalker's mission here."

Asked Kuzon as he trudged through a mud filled bush.

Yondir Fenn

 

[Yondir Fenn]

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Words, words in his head, a woman’s, and he listens to them, this man named Yondir Fenn. A lady chants, a lady whispers, whether mother or sister, they sing to the man.
A Sephi beside a Bothan, both men on a single mission, sharing the same plane of existence, but they were not here to mingle.
There was no interruption from his companion, no delay, as Padawan Lu’ten moved in, stooped and listened to the land with his hand.
Compelled, he knelt, felt earth on skin, dirt by fist, but his hand was flat, feeling that land, kneeling, before a Padawan stands.

There was little and less to it, his movement, if yet much and more, like a world within wind.
Words. Words are wind. Yondir thinks as he walks the earth, remembering his companion.
Watching as he had, Force sight via insight of the hand, sensing that there is disturbance.
To grip the ground, to feel the fabric of a planet, of Yondir’s own home did this remind him.

“Never before now,” the Ranger answered, boots propelling body forward through the mud.
His tone’s plain as day, though light was remiss to the drenched shrubbery below the sun.
Marshland, treacherous as quicksand, so Jedi steps carefully, looking down, if looking up.
The past, present, future, all are one to Yondir, whether Skywalker, each has a mission.

“Rare minerals were prizes sought after by the Imperials, for their turbolasers, among others.”
His eyes are iron, grey steel, peeled to the bark of tree and rays of sunlight between, if blurred.
Mist wrapped round this forest, no less glorious, like a painting in the memory for Knight Yondir.
His own home, the moon of Rhunor, forests galore, mountains and more. Home…have you burned?

“The thunderstorms of this world are quite like its own tragic history.”
Yondir then gestures toward his partner to avoid a spot within this bog.
Working forward, he moves along. “A gem for the eyes of the greedy...”
Man, tree, share bond. “Beneath the turbulence, one can yet find beauty.”

One Jedi’s sense of disturbance, whether domestic or foreign, natural or unusual.
In the distance, beyond the swamp, one Jedi sees it, like the tail of a hiding animal.
Mimban, a planet of mud on feet, dust in memory and rust in hazy air, wrap and curl.
Yet with jungles beside mud fields, rainforests by the swamps. Another divided world…

“Up ahead, to the left,” Stranger gestures again. Stranger, he is to this Mimban.
To more than that, more than what, more than who, this Ranger named Yondir.
To the stout trunk of a tree, sepia of brown, leaves gold green, he points yonder.
No smile or frown, a countenance of stone. “Looks like a bag…perhaps a backpack.”

Kuzon Lu’ten