Black Orchid
Anoat
It had taken a few weeks to organise and convince people that this project was worthy of their attention. The OPA is not a governing body, like other factions, but made up of all manner of groups. Some are not what you would call benevolent, law abiding and focused inwards. Where as others, are more sympathetic toward people in the Alliance that struggle. And everything in between.
It was to the more sympathetic that Abaigeal had approached for this new venture of hers.
A small exploration fleet dropped out of hyperspace and entered the atmosphere of Anoat. This was not a newfound system by any means, but the planet still suffered from the hangover of it’s toxic past. Because of this, the people that lived here still lived with poverty, hunger and health issues, and lack of facilities for their families that others take for granted. Livelihoods were hard to come by if you wanted to provide for your family without entering the more illicit side of making money.
But there was a platform on which this planet could crawl its way out of the mire, it just needed some help.
The air on this planet was not as toxic as it once had been, but to Abaigeal the tang of it was still there. It would take a long time for workers to clear it, let along the soil which had been permeated with poisons for years upon years. Nothing grew here, and if it did was corrupted and twisted with pollution. As she stood at the base of the loading ramp, she wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew. Especially when the heat hit her.
But first steps first. Today was about finding a place in order to set up and start the initial groundwork for the start of something she hoped would develop into some much greater with time. A new Jedi Order. From Corellia to Kashyyyk, she had been researching and finding out what she could about an old group of Jedi that had once called Bespin home, but Bespin does not require her help, this place does. The Altisian Order held a philosophy that could be the right fit, it certainly attracted in what little information she could find on them. And there was nothing wrong with add ons.
A rusted old orange building stood before them, coated in a thick layer of dust and grim and now life in it whatsoever. It was perfect.
Kahne Porte | Oros | Esme Galloway | Lora Marken | OPA Force Users
Audren Sykes welcome to join if you like.
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