Post by Kaiza Pawaro on May 23, 2018 16:15:56 GMT -5
The rebels had recently contacted a smuggler sympathetic to the rebellion’s cause, offering credits for getting someone to Taanab and out. His help in getting the teenage Padawan to the Imperial planet had been invaluable, albeit expensive. Fortunately, despite its limited resources, the rebellion was willing to spend considerable expenses when it meant securing a fount of information. A traitor to the Galactic Empire, one of the war machine’s high ranked officers, recently declared an enemy of the state after his allegiance to the rebellion had been revealed. Spies often suffered from limited lifespan, remaining in the Empire for any longer equalled death.
The unveiled spy had offered intelligence in exchange for protection, a call heeded by the ragtag rebellion. He had brought his family along, unwilling to leave them behind, knowing the consequences of being related to a traitor all too well. Even though the assigned mission of extracting the spy offered little danger in theory, the rebel leadership had assigned one Kaiza Pawaro to ensure the spy’s and his family’s safety. Everything was supposed to proceed smoothly and without a single fight. Starting a fight on a world guarded by the Empire spelled suicide. Even though the planet’s garrison was nothing noteworthy to speak of, there was no way a Jedi in training could possibly battle their ranks and survive. A pacifist at heart, young student was all too happy to agree with that sentiment.
Stowed away among empty crates, the girl’s petite figure sat in cross-legged position. She hadn’t moved a bit for the flight’s duration, her mind in a calming trance. Going over what she had learned thus far during those three years, the yellow skinned Mirialan did not even notice their arrival to Taanab. Smooth and without ever raising suspicion – no wonder the rebellion had picked this particular smuggler to play the most important role in the task. Emerald hued eyes fluttered open, dancing around the dark cargo hold. Knowing her mission and ready to do her part, the robed figure rose up without ever uttering a single sound and waited for the boarding ramp to hit the ground. Soon enough, boots padded across the metal panel, and finally solid ground. Gloved hand arched through the air in a move to remove where she believed her hood to be, only to discover she had already pulled it down to avoid suspicion.
Nobody enjoyed the company of hooded strangers.
Wearing a neutral, if somewhat cheerful smile on her tattooed face, the young Mirialan’s eyes found the exit. One turbo lift ride later, she entered the spaceport’s deepest innards – numbered rooms lined the walls, some filled with massive cargo crates, others with people anxious for their transport to arrive. Artificial lamps proved to be the sole source of illumination, casting menacing shadows upon the ground. The Padawan found herself quite taken by the sheer size of the place. She should have anticipated a massive spaceport given the world’s agricultural significance, but to a simple farmgirl from Mirial, even a spaceport seemed like a palace. Her head glanced up, spying on pipes filled with glowing green liquid. Pondering about its purpose, she almost bumped into a stormtrooper guard. Avoiding contact in the nick of time, Kaiza ceased admiring the place and refocused on finding the docking bay P-69.
Ice cold shivers ran down her spine, something had shifted in the Force, but the warning was too vague for her to comprehend. The weight of her lightsaber concealed within her robe stirred nervously.
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