Young Jedi

[Lok Xiangu]

Zygerria

A proud and great empire were the Zygerrians once upon a time. Through the means of trading slaves they were rich, advanced, and powerful. But like all empires and kingdoms, their days were numbered and sealed when the Knights of the Jedi Order intervened and brought the Zygerrians off from the pinnacle of their pyramid straight and humbled them. They were left in ruins and their empire was nothing more than an ancient relic.

Except they weren't.

Their pride and patriotism made them into a stubborn people that they persevered their old ways of life. Their traditions of enslaving others and profiting from them continued, but not in a grand scene for the public eye to take notice, especially when the Silver Jedi Order operated within their planet and oversaw that peace and justice flow smoothly. Meaning that the Zygerrians and their counterparts did their operations very discreetly within the intergalactic criminal underworld.

Yet no matter how discreetly they operated they would be receiving a uninvited welcome from Catya under the infamous vigilante alias as the Verdict. Working tireless nights as a radical, illegal law enforcer brought her here. The Arkanian Offshoot walked steadily in the market district of the capital that sold every type of goods besides slaves. She was dressed in a casual spacer outfit that she scavenged for, and she didn't wore her helmet or heavily armed except one pistol. Her crystal white face was lightened and designed with cheap makeup to make her appealing. One reason was that she looking white without a town of color. The second reason was to potentially impress someone that had connections to the criminal activities of Zygerria.

Yes, even hooking up with outlaws was part of her job description.

Unfortunately.

 

[Lina Renning]

She was a hesitant traveler, wary as ever of winding up in danger, but letting fear be a roadblock instead of something to push past was dangerous. There was so much to see wherever she went, so much to learn. And Lina prized discovery.

Her ventures Out There liked to go wrong, but sometimes they went well and it was a risk worth taking.

Zygerria was the furthest back towards Jedi space she'd been since Mirial. She'd spent a long, long time wondering if there was a point in going back at all - they'd painted targets on their backs in the same move that had chipped at their status of Jedi. Lina craved somewhere to go, to belong, but perhaps it wasn't worth risking that the Order repeated their mistake.

In the end, though, she believed in second chances. She'd offered herself a good deal of those, after all.

She'd been there a day, and things were uncomplicated. Simple, like they had been before Mirial and before Ossus, where she had less to question and less to fear. She was Lina, she was safe, and one day she would be a Jedi.

Two days, and she was starting to relax. It was the longest she'd gone without tangible concern in weeks. There was a normalcy she'd missed sorely, of exploring and learning and finding whatever time she could in between to impart some good.

By the third - well, by then she'd found her way to some less reputable parts purely by accident. She hadn't realised the area housed Zygerria's more shadowed dealings until she'd stumbled across an exchange firsthand; she'd caught only the tail end of the conversation, but enough to catch onto the strangers' connections to slavery.

And as easy as it would've been to deny hearing anything, refuse to call it her problem and get on with enjoying her stay, Lina somehow knew that would've been worse than her other option.

Day three on Zygerria. Tailing a potential slaver through the market district of the capital. She had no idea she wasn't the only interested party.

[member="Catya Delarn"]​