Private The Mining Scene

[Ran Serys]

The Onyx Runner flew over the mesas and plateaus of the planet O'reen as the autopilot followed the charted path to the planet's protected zone. The protected zone was a portion of the planet that had been spared of the influence a corporate presence would provide. That meant no mining, no factories, and no outposts to drain the planet's resources any further than the O'reenians had already done.

At the Runner's center were the Jedi Knight, Ran Serys, and her Jedi Padawan, Sazo Vass. On a mission assigned by the Jedi Council and the Galactic Alliance to investigate a possible violation of the planet's protected zone. The hope was that if their mission went smoothly, it would lead to a better diplomatic relationship between the Galactic Alliance and the heavily militarized O'reenians.

Ran hoped for a smooth resolution as well although she was not sure they'd get it. The relationship between the O'reenians and the Galactic Alliance had been a strained one. The Second Great Hyperspace War had made sure of that. O'reen had requested help from the Galactic Alliance of that time and had been rebuffed. The Alliance was run ragged and too thin and had unfortunately disappointed many of the galaxy's denizens in the search for a decisive victory.

Alliance sentiment was low on O'reen, Jedi sentiment was even lower. Ran would explain all this and more to her padawan as they debriefed over a home cooked meal in the Runner's mess. "To summarize, these people are hard, rigid, and not likely to bend even if their government has asked for our help. I feel a conflict is unavoidable, but what shape this conflict will take is unclear. Regardless, let's be ready for anything, but go into this with the most diplomatic of intentions." The Knight said to her Padawan as she took a final sip from her Murglak stew. It was bitter but nutrient dense. She shuddered internally from the taste even at the end of a bowl.

"Have you studied much of the material the Order has on diplomacy, Sazo?" Ran questioned but only because she'd never been much of a diplomat herself. Most sentients were too scared of the mirialan mutant to not give her what she wanted. Those who didn't have something to prove challenged her at every turn. Ran found both instances to be exhausting, and she wondered if Sazo would deal with the same. She was tall and remarkably built for her age and just as hard and could be just as intense as any other Korun despite her effervescent youth.

The beeping of the autopilot resounded. The signal they'd be upon their rendezvous with the O'reenian government soon. Someone would need to take the helm. "Prepare to take us in for a landing, Padawan." Ran said as she began cleaning what little mess they left in the mess. At this point she trusted the teenager with her ship. There was little Ran didn't trust her student with. She even thought about passing the starship down to the young woman soon enough.

Sazo Vass​

 

[Sazo Vass]

Sazo hadn't heard of O'reen, but she was glad to be on the mission all the same. Establishing the Enclave on Selvaris was hard, bitter work; the training, even tougher. But she felt she was getting stronger on under Master Serys's tutelage- strong enough to be out there, in the war, fighting the good fight with the other Jedi, protecting the Alliance from the Sith and the Imperials.

Granted, this was a mission away from the action, but it was important- why else would it require the presence of two Jedi? But based on the briefing, the denizen of O'reen had had a less-than-stellar opinion of the Alliance and the Order.

"To summarize, these people are hard, rigid, and not likely to bend even if their government has asked for our help. I feel a conflict is unavoidable, but what shape this conflict will take is unclear. Regardless, let's be ready for anything, but go into this with the most diplomatic of intentions." The Knight said to her Padawan as she took a final sip from her Murglak stew. It was bitter but nutrient dense. She shuddered internally from the taste even at the end of a bowl.

"Have you studied much of the material the Order has on diplomacy, Sazo?"

"Yes, Master, I have gone over the material, and I think we will be served by two things- a thorough understanding the situation on the ground, and trust in the Force. So at least we can trust in the Force", Sazo said wryly, chasing down her portion of the stew with a swig of water, before responding in a more sober manner.

"But in all seriousness: I have studied our role as peacemakers in history. With all the suffering going around, it'd be nice to bring some good into the galaxy."

The beeping of the autopilot resounded. The signal they'd be upon their rendezvous with the O'reenian government soon. Someone would need to take the helm. "Prepare to take us in for a landing, Padawan." Ran said as she began cleaning what little mess they left in the mess. At this point she trusted the teenager with her ship. There was little Ran didn't trust her student with. She even thought about passing the starship down to the young woman soon enough.

With a jaunty two-fingered salute, Sazo took the helm, strapping herself into the crash webbing as she ran through the landing procedures. She punched in the coordinates, taking the Onyx Runner into it's final descent, cresting over the viridian, vibrant life within the protected zone, looping around to angle the Runner to the landing pad the O'reenian government had cleared them to land at.

"Master Serys, we should be landing in about five minutes. Can we trust the O'reenians to not sabotage the Runner while we are away, given their...misgivings about us?"

Ran Serys