When her Master had told her about Raxus Prime, it sounded like a dream. A whole planet, filled to the brim with ancient machinery and half-broken droids. A treasure trove of parts, boards and bits that'd be perfect for tinkering with. Just think of the treasures you could find! An upgrade for her droid. A new part for a ship. Something that'd fit real well for saber building, or something for the gardens back on Ajan Kloss. Then, she landed on there and realised they hadn't been kidding when the archives had said that it was a junk planet. Nara was starting to think that this was her Master's form of payback for drenching his ship in swamp-water.
It'd been the better part of a day, trudging through the collected filth of a hundred generations. Grime-coated metal surrounded them all as they headed deeper into the forest of twisted metal and decaying plastics. The puddles underneath splattered with each step, staining her boots with oil that was three times older than she was. Even breathing was difficult on there. Just off the ship, it'd been pretty rancid. Amongst all that wreckage though, it seemed actively dangerous. Like it was sawing at her lungs... and she'd lived in some pretty smoke-y, oil-drenched places before in her life.
"I think it's just around here..." she said aloud, though it was more to comfort herself than anyone else. Their little group had been making their way through this place for so long that she felt like tempers could be fraying. It was her first time off of Ajan Kloss without her Master. She only knew one other of the Jedi with her, the Blood Carver Padawan who attended her 'study group.' The other two, the knights? They seemed pretty okay, but she'd been too focused on finding that strange feeling in the Force to spend much time talking with them. That and... yeah, there were better places to socialise than this trash-drenched hole.
She turned a corner, around the burnt, twisted remains of some hundred-year-old fighter wreck, to see... a fire. An actual fire, set on an island of rusting hull and years worth of muck. Sickly, dark smoke coiled upwards towards the vile sky... and Nara noticed someone stir behind it. A spotted, wrinked face. A large, snout-like nose and a mouth... well, it'd put Nara's big mouth to shame, that was for sure. The Snivvian moved, gently climbing to their feet. Joints clicked as he grunted, rubbing his back.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The words came out quickly, with his eyes flicking from one member of the party to the other. "I don't have anything. Nothing. I can't... I won't.." he continued, the fear dripping from his words. Nara felt a wave of sympathy wash over her. Poor guy. Probably thinks we're gonna rob him blind or something.
"Uh... hey. We're Jedi," she said in reply, though she followed that with a wince. That just sounded... wrong. "I mean, from the Jedi Order?"
Is that a question, Nara?
"We're from the Jedi Order," she finally decided, looking over her shoulder at the others, hoping they could join in. Maybe one of the knights should take over, right? Do their thing? She's only meant to be learning.
"Jedi..." the Snivvian grunted, working the spit around his large mouth. "Hmmfff... I think... maybe you could help me." His eyes looked around the collected group of Jedi, knights and padawans, the desperation clear in those milky-white orbs. "How much do any of you know about generators? And their power supplies?"
Nara waited for a second, looking around at the others, before slowly raising her hand.
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