Mission The Baron's Hustle

[Credit Wizard]

Nestled within a narrow valley between towering, wind-carved rock formations on the planet of Milagro sits Soji Outpost.

The outpost is a cluster of smooth, reinforced domes and low-slung transit corridors, its weathered white hull stained by the unrelenting humidity of the noble-ruled world. A flat scorched landing area extends from the main structure, seemingly being dwarfed by the ancient looming stone arches that surround it.

The unassuming transport relay currently houses a high-security clearing house for the clandestine trade in force artifacts stolen from the remnants of the Galactic Alliance and the New Jedi Order. If the Republic intelligence reports are accurate, these relics are being funneled through Milagro's borders to fund a shadow agenda that threatens the very stability of the High Republic.

As the transport carrying Voli Cholrass , Dreidi Xeraic and Kudau maneuver through the tight mountain passes, a flickering holographic transmission illuminates the cockpit. A weary-looking Bothan in a Republic Intelligence Service uniform appears, his eyes darting towards unseen monitors off-screen.

"Greetings, Jedi," he begins, his voice strained. "I am Agent Kallan. The situation at Soji Outpost is more delicate than we anticipated. Officially, it's a transport relay station sponsored by the Milagro Nobility. In truth, we have learned its a hub for a major smuggling outfit within the High Republic."

Kallan's image is briefly replaced by a long-range scan of the domes.

"We have confirmed that Baron Ivor Yasmo is on site. He is a key political ally to Senator Monaray Dod meaning he carries enough diplomatic weight to make a standard Republic intervention impossible. Our sources indicate he is personally overseeing the transfer of several high-value containers. We don't know what's inside each container, so this is an extremely dangerous mission but I hope that will not dissuade you from taking out this smuggling ring. May the force be with you, Agent Kallan out."

The hologram flickers as Kallan disappears to leave the team to formulate a plan of action. On the landing pad below, a figure in ornate, flowing silks stands by the entrance of the largest dome, his posture stiff as he watches the mist-shrouded horizon.

 

[Voli Cholrass]

Current Outfit
Pre Built Lightsaber

Though Voli has been making progress in her training, she was still leagues behind her peers. She knew that training to be a Jedi was difficult but Voli didn't anticipate that getting a PHD would be easier than achieving Knighthood. "I'm still here though," Voli thought drumming her fingers on her lap. "I promised myself that I'll see this through."

But it was hard to do so when her home planet: Courscant was taken over by the Sith. The invasion happened a while back and Voli remembered keeping her violet eyes glued onto the Holonet of reports of the New Jedi Order being slaughtered, tens of millions of civilians were killed, and the Sith stood over the ashes of a planet that was the beacon of democracy.

"At least that's what my parents told me," Voli thought her expression becoming glum as she continued thinking about her parents. "Even if what they said was nothing but lies. The Galactic Alliance committed just as much war crimes in the name of peace."

It was through years of researching online that Voli found out about how corrupt the Alliance was. But they were better than the Sith and they didn't deserve a fate like that. Voli hoped that her parents made it out though she was certain that they thought she was dead. The Padawan leaned back against her chair closing her eyes, mind filled with sadness and regret. She needed to focus on her training; a Jedi doesn't dwell on past mistakes. But Voli wondered if it was best to tell her Mom and Dad about her whereabouts. "If they're still alive," She thought.

Dreidi Xeraic Kudau Credit Wizard

 

[Kudau]

The winding path the transport was taking made Kudau sick to his stomach, but he managed to fend off the feeling to pay attention to the transmission, as well as his surroundings. It looks like a meditation prior to the hunt (or rather, “mission”, as his new affiliates call it) would be difficult to the point of needlessness…

Effectively, Kudau had shown up to the front stoop of the Order of Shiraya, begged for food and shelter, and had been taken in like any other stray pup. He took the mission as a favor he owed to the people who had so generously given him a place to live, eat, sleep, train, and grow stronger. He also felt the mission would help him know these people better, and that was a success: neither of the other Jedi on the ship looked familiar, and they seemed far from the Jedi of old from his childhood stories. This would excite him… if not for the unnerving feeling of motion sickness and, because of the foreboding holo-transmission, a growing sense of dread.

In an attempt to distract himself, he changed his posture, leaning back in his seat and letting his eyes fall on the other two Jedi in the transport. Across from him was the young Jedi, likely younger in training, but Kudau could tell she had a strong presence in the force. It was an old habit to try and gauge the strength of the creatures around him, something he couldn’t shake from being a force-adept hunter. However, it didn’t take a force-adept to know…

“You’ve got a lot on your mind, hm?” Kudau asked the young padawan in a benevolent attempt at small talk.

Voli Cholrass (Nearby: Dreidi Xeraic , Credit Wizard )