Jorus Merrill
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Back Trails
Star Tours Ski Resort
Mount Ison
Hoth
First Order Territory
Among the few benefits of the strange rejuvenation he and his wife had found in Wild Space, Jorus ranked innocuousness pretty fething high. He no longer had the face, fingerprints, or genes of a prominent Underground general officer, or of a Jedi Master. Thus, he could book a berth on a Star Tours excursion and make it through security pretty much fine. Oh, he'd had to leave the toys at home, but an old contact on Hoth had furnished a small blaster and some small electronics a couple of days after he arrived. He'd picked up a standard sensor pack at the gift shop for an obscene markup, then tinkered with it until it could actually do what needed doing. Now, safely ensconced in winter gear, he trudged around the back trails.
The idea here was to get a decent scan and visual recon of the area. There was no immediate attack planned, so far as he was aware, but more information was always good.
Especially since he'd left a small, empty, secret Jedi enclave on the back side of this exact same mountain.
He'd left nothing of value there, but it could still serve as a bolt-hole. Its passive sensor logs might reveal a wealth of data on orbital traffic. And if the First Order had discovered the enclave, what they'd done to it might give him a good idea of how their policy treated the Force and its practitioners. That, too, was worth knowing, especially if there turned out be Sith or something.
Star Tours Ski Resort
Mount Ison
Hoth
First Order Territory
Among the few benefits of the strange rejuvenation he and his wife had found in Wild Space, Jorus ranked innocuousness pretty fething high. He no longer had the face, fingerprints, or genes of a prominent Underground general officer, or of a Jedi Master. Thus, he could book a berth on a Star Tours excursion and make it through security pretty much fine. Oh, he'd had to leave the toys at home, but an old contact on Hoth had furnished a small blaster and some small electronics a couple of days after he arrived. He'd picked up a standard sensor pack at the gift shop for an obscene markup, then tinkered with it until it could actually do what needed doing. Now, safely ensconced in winter gear, he trudged around the back trails.
The idea here was to get a decent scan and visual recon of the area. There was no immediate attack planned, so far as he was aware, but more information was always good.
Especially since he'd left a small, empty, secret Jedi enclave on the back side of this exact same mountain.
He'd left nothing of value there, but it could still serve as a bolt-hole. Its passive sensor logs might reveal a wealth of data on orbital traffic. And if the First Order had discovered the enclave, what they'd done to it might give him a good idea of how their policy treated the Force and its practitioners. That, too, was worth knowing, especially if there turned out be Sith or something.