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The perimeter surrounding the base—Enclave Zeta—appeared secure enough to withstand assault from a respectable group of enemies. Those that were not hard at work unloading supplies, managing information on consoles, or communicating with other individuals were well-armed patrolmen making rounds. Anari could not deny the Commander in charge of the base kept the men and women watchful, for not one appeared lax in the duties assigned to them. Everyone remained alert, their bodies and minds focused on the task at hand, acting with the drive she came to expect from members of the New Republic. As the perimeter check concluded, she let herself breathe easier.

Now, only the other members chosen for this assignment, as well as the Commander’s decisions, were to be critically examined.

By the time she finished introducing herself to some of the staff responsible for watching the perimeter, as well as those who maintained the defense systems in place, she stepped out to find that the gathering of unique individuals vanished, and in the place of that gathering was single, elderly man closely flanked by five armed men. They did not wear garb related to the New Republic, nor did she recall the man’s mention by description. From what she could tell based on how several men stopped to stare at the group, they were new to the base. Locals. An opportunity for diplomacy, perhaps.

Anari counted down from ten before she strode after them, noted the men watching the door, and came to a stop nearby to listen in to the conversation within, ignoring the curious and lustful gazes from the guards. Her eyes trained to the ground below her, she heard the introductions—“Match” was the name, or alias, of the elderly man within. The exchange between the two told her much, yet it brought several more questions to the forefront of her mind. Questions that no one—not the fellow Jedi within, nor the Commander, nor the other, a Senator—seemed to be asking. If there was one thing she could not stand in the galaxy, it was carelessness.

Biding her time up until the Senator concluded her introduction and attempt to relate closely to Match, Anari could no longer stand idle. Her eyes opened and she moved for the door, opening it with a subtle wave of her hand. Once inside, she contained her irritation, instead bringing her attention to the most important question she could for Match to answer for. Her desire to receive his complete attention was strong, so much that she stepped in front of him and met his eyes with a powerful stare betraying her soft features.

“Before you answer the senator, I would ask that you answer me.” Anari gave a brief pause, yet spoke again before any could intervene. “The New Republic’s presence here is not welcome by all. We have enemies both mysterious and resourceful on all sides, and they likely outnumber you and your community. There are forces here that may not take kindly to you being here and suggesting you could help us. You, who traveled with five armed men, would not have gone unnoticed. Don’t think it for a second.”

Five men armed and surrounding you made you difficult to approach, but not difficult to see. Coming here so boldly was careless. Careless and stupid. What good was an ally that lacked tact and believed only in immediate safety, rather than the long term?

“So, I ask you, “Match”, what good is an ally that cannot keep their head down—especially one that may have been followed here?” Anari asked. “You not only risk your life, but the lives of those who have confidence in you. Reckless. Foolish. Someone is going to want you dead for this.”
Happened to fast?
Summary?


There's no need for a summary. Just sit down when you have time and read everything. Way too early in the roleplay to ask for summaries, friend.
Anari seems the most obvious candidate




Shhhhh... SHH SHH SHH...

Work it out among yourselves, yo, and go raid that den. Gonna hard pass on that >.>
As ugly as Gamorria looked in the distance, Anari was thankful to reach it once she emerged from hyperspace. She was the last ship to leave it, flanking a GR-75 transport packed with what medical supplies and ammunition the New Republic could spare to help reinforce the new foothold on the surface. Joining a small support fleet for the vessel, including a squadron of X-wings and a Nebulon-B frigate, she opted to make herself useful from the start by linking up with the small group over Chandrila, straight from Yavin IV’s Jedi Temple. As safe as the fleet was promised to be from attacks, she believed that a lax attitude would ensure a harsh defeat, just as the New Republic was getting started on this latest project.

The request for the Jedi to aid this project surprised her, specifically due to how unwelcoming this region of space was. As a part of the Outer Rim Territories, Gamorria was far from the Core Worlds, and the grip of the New Republic. Why the Senate wished for a move to be made this deep into hostile space, she couldn’t understand.

“This is the Resolution. You now have clearance to proceed to the surface,” announced the Captain aboard the Nebulon-B to all pilots in formation, as well as the transport. “Master Sato, appreciate the escort. Good luck down there.”

“We may need more than luck, Captain, but thank you. Be safe.” The formation that protected the transport grew in speed and she adjusted appropriately, descending towards the planet close behind the group.

The ugliness of Gamorria was made clearer once they broke through the clouds, allowing her to see this paradise for criminals up close. It reminded her of Coruscant; busy with rows upon rows of speeders tearing across the skies, joined by plumes of smoke scattered in the distance from factories and power plants. If Coruscant were the symbol of democracy in the galaxy, it was befitting that Gamorria be considered the exact opposite.

“Looks like we’re in the clear. Make your final approach.” The Wing Leader began increasing speed over the base, as did the two that closely flanked him.

Anari eyed the base from the rear of the transport, spying large turbo lasers scanning the skies. The towers drifted in their direction briefly before returning to their rotations, acknowledging the clearance given between the base’s personnel and the Redemption in orbit. As she reduced throttle and extended her landing gear, she gave one last glance at the squadron of X-Wing pilots as they peeled off from both the transport and herself, taking to a higher altitude to return to the Redemption once again.

“Give ‘em hell, Jedi!” The Wing Leader’s final words rang in the comm channel as both himself and his wingman vanished into the clouds once again.

Anari spotted the ground personnel waving her down and eased her ship into the designated landing platform. The transport landed not far beside her, where a ground crew moved forward with lifts and droids to remove the cargo within. She eyed the personnel briefly before raising the door of her cockpit and carefully descending the retractable ladder of her ship. With both feet on solid ground, she felt like she could breathe again, but only for a time. There was too much to be done.

“Stay with the ship,” she ordered her idle astromech who buzzed in agreement, shifting his head this way and that.

The hustling of soldiers, engineers, and droids showed that the productivity of the men and women stationed here was not to be questioned. It almost brought a smile to her face seeing cooperation on such a scale. Solitude and studying on Yavin IV denied her the pleasure of a functioning group working towards the same purpose. However, she did not let it distract her from the questions she did not receive satisfactory answers for, and they were ones that only the commander might be able to assist her with.

Looking around her surroundings, she caught glimpse of a small gathering of people. Some appeared to be hired help, mercenaries—a desperate move on the New Republic’s part to hire any, if at all—as well as the trappings of Jedi on a young woman in the prime of youth close beside a most familiar Jedi Master.

Urged more by the need to understand the bases defenses, she left her curiosities aside and moved to explore the base on her own before she tracked down the Commander in charge.
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