Private Of Wookies and Trandoshans

[Jax Thio]

Location: Kashyyyk
Equipment: Casual Wear, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain, A-180 blaster pistol
Tag: Sōla Krayt

<At Kayshkk!> BB-12 whirred. <A place that's actually halfway decent living for a Jedi.>

"Indeed," Jax answered angling his X-Wing towards the landing pad. "It's been a long time since I can finally sit down but BB," Jax flipped a few switches in order to initiate the landing cycle. "Don't get too comfortable we land, take a small break and then we get back to Naboo for some more missions so no fracking debauchery."

<Jax baby!> BB-12 whirred. <I for one would never get caught up in debauchery come on what do you take me for?>

The hatch opened up and Jax exited his ship while Jedi pilots along with droids began to run past him and BB-12 to refuel his ship. "A gluttonous little chit," Jax answered. "Now don't go too far okay? I'm going to meditate for a bit."

<Whatever!> BB-12 sped away from Jax causing him to roll his eyes in response. "He already has a few calls in place." he muttered.

 

[Sōla Krayt]

SŌLA TAAN-KRAYT
Kashyyk | Shadowlands | Abandoned Refinery
TAG: Jax Thio

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Sōla holstered her Model 6 beside her lightsaber. The blaster pistol still felt strange in her hand, for all that her aim was preternaturally good. Her armor was comfortable though, not much different from her old Jedi armament, save for a few more bells and whistles, and she didn’t wear a buy’ce, sticking with her same old face mask. Still, beskar’gam did not make a Mando, nor did a lightsaber make a Jedi. And right now, she felt like neither.

So she did what she knew best— sought out evil and evil doer’s, and put a stop to them. It was marauders this week. She wasn’t sure how many groups were roving the Shadowlands, but she’d found this bunch holed up in an ancient refinery, hoarding resources, bolts of spider silk, volatile chemicals; even a few young Wookies she’d found in cages, undoubtedly to be sold on the Outer-Rim slave markets.

The marauders had refused to surrender, so she made certain they would trouble no one else. She searched the rest of the facility, looking for intel, and found evidence of a message transmitted to another site about two hundred miles north of her position. She had no desire to hike two hundred miles through dense, dangerous jungle, so she made her way up to surface.

I’ll swing by the old temple and resupply on my ship.

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