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The city was a very odd place, an almost exact mirror of the entire planet which was dominated by the humans who'd come to colonize this planet during the Colonization Era.
However, there had been a native species already, and another race had been forced to evacuate to this one due to a natural disaster on their homeland a few years into the human's inhabitation of it. The Pekun'ar were a race that looked as if they had evolved along similar lines as the Toydarians, except they were more resembled little flying monkeys with membrane wings. They were highly intelligent, completely pacifistic, and excellent workers hence why the humans of this planet had welcomed them with open arms.
The original inhabitants of the planet, a lizard like species called the Deshlon, were not so welcoming. For one thing, the Pekun'ari were simply better at most of the jobs the Deshlons did, and got on famously with the local humans. Whereas the Deshloni, had tried to make war with the human colonists several times after initially welcoming them with open arms thanks to the humans' higher level of technology. It didn't help matters that the Deshlon believed the Pekun'ars were amazingly good eating.
A smack to the back of the head woke Zule from her musings, and she turned quickly bowing to her Master before pulling out their Council papers, holding them out over the reader while her Master grumbled about her absentmindedness. "There's a time and place for meditation, walking is not it." Then he went back to another particular gripe of his. "You would think that the lightsaber would be enough of a mark of the Jedi, as well as our clothing!"
"Don't a few bounty hunters also have lightsabers Master?" Zule asked almost absentmindedly, her eyes flicking over to a Pekun'ar who was flying by.
"Bah!" said Master Glaive, shaking his head. "They might own them, but they do not wear them padawan, that would be an amazingly bad idea for them. Even if the Senate is so blind that they allow the bounty hunters Guild to operate as it does with little oversite."
He frowned looking down at her from his towering height of nearly 8 feet, all of it muscle. Zule in contrast was a regularly sized woman for her race, slightly shorter than most human women of her age, but extremely well formed thanks to her Jedi training and her own inclination to physical fitness. I understand why the bounty hunters would be on your mind given what happened to your clan mate," he said bluntly, "but you must put it out of your mind. Jedi cannot allow emotions or attachments to impede their connection with the Force. Remember that. There is no emotion there is peace."
"There is no ignorance there is knowledge," Zule quoting the next passage of the Jedi Oath, shaking her head internally. Like many a Jedi Master Glaive looked at her and the others askance for having come out and stated unequivocally at one time or another that they would be taking the Old Oath rather than the new. "Understood Master."
The man nodded brusquely at her and moved off into the city. Zule sent an apologetic bow towards the next few people he pushed out of his way before following him.
They were here to hunt down and either apprehend or exterminate a terrorist cell of Deshloni who had turned cannibal eating not only the Pekun'ars but a few of their own species. They were supposedly druggies, some kind of new drug had gotten into this system and the Jedi Order wanted the pipeline to said drug found and shot down with extreme prejudice given what the drug did to the minds of the people who were foolish enough to try it.
A few hours later, the two of them had canvassed the city, found a rooftop to use as a base of operations, and begun to dig into the local underground. Master Glaive was actually quite proficient at this. Take away his giant lightsaber and changes clothing, and he could quite easily pass as a bouncer looking for work, using his Force telepathy to fog men's minds when they looked at his face. Zule too could handle herself in this kind of environment, changing her skin tone due to one of the techniques Harry had taught them all, and if she put on an outfit could look like a glimmer girl, a bad to the bone space pirate, or a down on her luck street rat if she added a change of breast size to the disguise. Zule was, despite the Order's injunctions against it, rather proud of that. S she was the only one who could do that particular trick, something that had irritated Aayla a time or two, until her own natural size caught up with Zule's.
Why have my thoughts kept turning to Aayla these past few days? Zule thought to herself as she moved through a bar, her arms holding a full tray of drinks. This particular bar was frequented by all three species prevalent on the planet, as well as a few offworlders, and was one of many the two Jedi had sensed might be connected to the local crime scene. Is the Force trying to tell me something? If it is, I could wish it was clearer in its message.
Of course, these days the Force really wasn't being clear with anyone. A lot of the older Masters had begun to talk . it: the Force was becoming Dark. There was nothing behind it, but it was no longer a mere suggestion felt only by the most powerful and learned Masters, nearly every Master in the Order could feel it. A lot of them Zule knew had begun to look at the Clan even more askance than before, as if their techniques had led to this imbalance. But there was no clear indication of that, and their proponents were quick to shoot that idea down, especially those Jedi whose lives had been saved by the shield technique or any of the others.
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