Sisk_Renelo
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KWILAAN SPACEPORT
NABOO
1627 HOURS
QUIET SPEECH COMMON ROOM
Vin sat back in his seat, the holographic layout of the Kwilaan Spaceport spread out in front of him on the hologrpahic pad that dominated the center of the room. Several areas were highlighted in red lights, standing out in stark contrast from the passive blue that dominated the rest. He sighed slightly, and adjusted the bantha hide jacket he wore over the loose fitting red shirt and tan pants. His knee high boots were a dark brown, the same as his jacket, and made from the same material. At the small of his back his lightsaber sat disguised, various odds and ends making it look like nothing but a decorative prize and disguising its true purpose. On his thighs sat two heavy blaster pistols hung in low slung holsters, and a vibroblade hung prominently from his belt. He'd combed his hair in a rakish style, hoping to complete the transformation from Jedi to devil-may-care scoundrel.
"According to the most accurate intelligence Naboo Intelligence can give us, these are the areas most likely associated with the slaver ring. It could be one, it could be all, but it doesn't change the objective. Shut them down." He spoke plainly and at a steady pace, allowing his words to sink into the two across from him. He'd never worked with these two Knights before, but they had come recommended from their fellow Jedi and therefore Vin had allowed them to accompany him on his mission. And even if this turned out to be as simple as he hoped, he would never miss a chance to teach. Part of a Jedi's life was to continuously learn from all situations and challenges, constantly bettering themselves to serve the galaxy as whole. With a quick look at the two women across from him, he continued, his Corellian accent giving his voice a hard edge. "We're to do this by any means necessary, as Naboo Security doesn't have the manpower or resources to shut them down. As fits the code, I would prefer to do it nonviolently, but sometimes that is not possible."
His hand waved through the image, and the city wavered slightly before converting to a closer view of the spaceport. With a few motions of his hand, he highlighted a storage room just off the main concourse. "If things go badly and we get separated, we meet here at the fallback point." With another wave, a route highlighted from the fallback point back to the Quiet Speech. "If the Force wills it, we turn in the heads of the slavers to the Naboo Security Forces, and make sure the slaves are given the chance of a better life." He stood smoothly, his head turning from one of the girls to the other. "Things might get... unsavory. I need to know that you'll be able to watch and not interfere until I give the word. It will be difficult, I assure you, but being willing to stand by for a moment might mean the life of a thousand others."