[B]Aisi[/B] -- [i]Distress Call[/i]

The outer rim was never a pleasant place to be, yet it was the only place she could really think herself to evem be remotely safe. Hidden in plain sight beneath a hood, the Twi'lek Jedi took a sip of crisp water while she listened carefully to the surrounding crowds.

As much as it were a hovel for drunkards, it was also a place to garner information. Alcohol, as poisonous as it were, was also more than able to loosen lips so that some might say what they ought not. 

Leaning forward for another sip, her ears caught wind of precisely the information she needed. A few men were speaking loudly with intermittent slirs over a crisis in Dantooine. Where a rebel stronghold was in dire straits.

A light smile crept upward on her lips, that indeed was a place where she could have a positive effect. Looking about her to find those who speaking in hushed tones, the Jedi Knight found that which she needed.

Smugglers, men who ran blockades in high speed ships  to deliver goods on the black market. Standing up and dusting off her clothes, he Twi'lek strode towards the table, each step she took seeming to sway while she drew closer. With each step, an pair of eyes spotted her, which continued to grow until the entire table stared at her suspiciously as she came to stand beside it.

Theough the minds of all, she instilled a singular thought to which she demanded of them. 

"I need a ride to Dantooine. One of you will give it to me." She stated, with her ability to trick minds in full effect.

One of the pilots scrambled to a stand, and lead her silently from the bar towards a hangar. Inside was revealed to he a simple, but swift cargo vessel. One that was unarmed, and relied purely on speed to avlid its adversaries. Waving her onboard, the Pilot immediately went to work on the controls, and soon enough they were in the air!

Once they had breached the atmosphere, he transcended into hyperspeed, and within a few hours after that, the lightspeed broke to have them just a few hundred feet off the surface of Dantooine.

There was a reason she chose a smuggler pilot after all. 

Pulling up sharply, the craft came to a landing in the midst of the forests, and from there, the Jedi dismounted. Walking in alone wouldn't cause too much trouble, however, going in roaring with an unmarked cargo ship certainly would. So on foot, she trudged towards a rebel base, where another ship had landed and was now being promptly searched.

Of which the Pilot it belonged to had found a commanding officer. While she remained hooded, she entered the camp, and was within a few feet of that same commanding officer when a stopped her with a blaster practically plugged into her back. 

"Please, I mean no harm!" She explained at first, before he could even demand her name or identification. "If you would allow me to lower my hood, I can explain."

The guard took a step back, and the Twi'lek slipped off the hood so that her tentacles could move freely again at last. The robe that covered her came undone, and collapsed about her ankles, revealing her normal clothing, and more inportantly, a duet of lightsabers sheathed at her hips.

"My name is Aisika Hailisiev, and I am a Jedi Knight. I heard your distress call, and I am here to help." She spoke calmly to the Quarren Commander, even with a blaster at her back. "Tell me what you need me to accomplish, and it shall be done."