Tyl found herself walking through the slums and ghettos of the moon called Nar Shaddaa. When she looked up, smog, skyscrapers, and a myriad of lights filled her field of view. Even if the Smuggler's Moon was in the shadow of Nal Hutta, seeing the stars visually would be an impossible task. Even the Huttese homeworld was completely shrouded by the pollution that clouded and blinded Nar Shaddaa. This was a dismal place to be sure.
As she took her long but deliberate strides through the poorest and, by proxy, most dangerous neighborhoods, crowds thinned and dissipated around her. The beings that called this place home remained in the shadows, staring out, eyes filled with hate, fear, angst, remorse, and, sometimes, hope. Even the most daring of individuals, who saw Tyl and remained where they were, could not bring themselves to make eye contact, or even to hardly utter a sound as she passed by. They all knew who she was, rather more appropriately: what she was. Word had spread that there was a Jedi walking about, meddling in the affairs of the clinics. They also knew that Jedi was Kaminoan. Considering there weren't any other Kaminoans on Nar Shaddaa, and Tyl's lightsaber was clearly on display hanging from her hip, her identity was not a thing of mystery.
The first few weeks she had been on the moon, a few of the more brash inhabitants had decided to test her. Their shows of bravado were cut short. They kept their lives, but not their dignity, nor, Tyl assumed, their standing within their respective criminal community. She was not on the world to commit violence, or to solve Nar Shaddaa's multitude of problems. The Jedi had volunteered for this work in order to give second chances to those who otherwise would never have had a hope of redemption. Many would not take the opportunity as Tyl intended. This was inevitable. But maybe some would. And for those individuals, the Kaminoan could feel justified in her presence among the crime and villainy.
Despite the animosity that radiated its way towards her, the Jedi emanated feelings of serenity and passivity in response. She found it impossible to tell if her own feelings had any lasting effect, but her efforts kept the haze of negativity at bay as she allowed herself to be guided by the Force through the maze of passageways and alleys. Tyl allowed her thoughts to wander, meditating on her trials on Nar Shaddaa. Still something nagged at the back of her mind, refusing to abate.
That nagging grew for the first time since she had stepped foot on Nar Shaddaa. This snapped Tyl out of her meditation as she suddenly ceased her walking and stretched her senses out around her. The Force guided her searching like a compass, the nagging now becoming an orientation for whatever it was that so required her attention. Her sensory exploration led her to resume her moving, this time with purpose. The nagging continued to expand as it came to dominate her thoughts.
Then finally the pressure she had felt was gone, completely dissipated. For a moment, the Jedi felt a little lost without having that nag. In her disorientation, she looked around visually first, before finally stretching out with the Force once again. It was then that she made out two presences. The first was stronger, tinged with darkness, blending easily with the ambience of Nar Shaddaa's gloom. The second was extraordinarily weak, impossible to detect from a distance any further from where Tyl was then standing. But despite its fragility, the presence had a light quality that was at once out of place and refreshing to the Jedi.
Was this what the Force was calling me to find? This presence?
Tyl approached the spot where she felt the presences, just outside a cantina tucked in a nondescript alleyway. The Jedi continued to emit calmness. There was no fear in her as she came upon the cardboard box. She saw what appeared to be a droid, but clearly wasn't given that it carried a presence in the Force knelt down next to a cardboard box, where she clearly felt the light being, who she could tell was becoming distressed. The Jedi knelt down herself, taking her first look upon a boy, battered, bruised, and maimed.
Saying nothing, she reached a hand out, touching him lightly on the chest, and sending waves of her own energy into his being.
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