Veino Garn
Saaraai-Kaar
Jax Thio
SUSEFVI
NORTHERN ISLES
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Salt spray flecked the cockpit of the speeder as Veino sent it speeding across the white-capped seas. The vehicle rocked and bucked in the wind and turbulence that whipped through the archipelagos that lined the northern edge of the world. As the water turned to fen and then rugged moor land, he brought the vehicle to a halt. As the vehicle powered down, he flung back the cockpit and jumped over the side, pacing ahead to inspect the center of the small isle.
Not much more than a few hundred meters in diameter, with an irregular circular shape, it was barely a speck. Only a single cabin showed any evidence of habitation or sentient activity. And even that cabin was empty more often than not, except for a few extreme birdwatchers and cold water fishers. It was the wrong season for most of those, and the cabin had been empty. It was remote and isolated, which was what Veino needed it for.
A Jedi wished to learn from the Jensaarai. A Jedi he didn't know, which was worse. The first time Jedi came unexpectedly to Susefvi, they'd killed half of the entire Jensaarai populace. Now, things had changed, but he wasn't sure how much, or why this Jedi wanted to learn. So, he had set the coordinates here, at the cabin retreat. He strode inside and tossed his rucksack of field supplies in a corner before inspecting the security systems to ensure they functioned and setting kindling in the fireplace to get the place heated.
Two people out on a fishing trip was the cover story and it was perfectly plausible and would explain their absences, as well as keep the Jedi far away from any sensitive Jensaarai secrets. At least, until he proved himself trustworthy or dedicated enough to be given access.
Veino fed more twigs into the fire until the cabin was cozy and warm against the storm that was coming in from the poles. He would at least offer that much. Coren would expect nothing less.
SUSEFVI
NORTHERN ISLES
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Salt spray flecked the cockpit of the speeder as Veino sent it speeding across the white-capped seas. The vehicle rocked and bucked in the wind and turbulence that whipped through the archipelagos that lined the northern edge of the world. As the water turned to fen and then rugged moor land, he brought the vehicle to a halt. As the vehicle powered down, he flung back the cockpit and jumped over the side, pacing ahead to inspect the center of the small isle.
Not much more than a few hundred meters in diameter, with an irregular circular shape, it was barely a speck. Only a single cabin showed any evidence of habitation or sentient activity. And even that cabin was empty more often than not, except for a few extreme birdwatchers and cold water fishers. It was the wrong season for most of those, and the cabin had been empty. It was remote and isolated, which was what Veino needed it for.
A Jedi wished to learn from the Jensaarai. A Jedi he didn't know, which was worse. The first time Jedi came unexpectedly to Susefvi, they'd killed half of the entire Jensaarai populace. Now, things had changed, but he wasn't sure how much, or why this Jedi wanted to learn. So, he had set the coordinates here, at the cabin retreat. He strode inside and tossed his rucksack of field supplies in a corner before inspecting the security systems to ensure they functioned and setting kindling in the fireplace to get the place heated.
Two people out on a fishing trip was the cover story and it was perfectly plausible and would explain their absences, as well as keep the Jedi far away from any sensitive Jensaarai secrets. At least, until he proved himself trustworthy or dedicated enough to be given access.
Veino fed more twigs into the fire until the cabin was cozy and warm against the storm that was coming in from the poles. He would at least offer that much. Coren would expect nothing less.