A Crystal Clear Undertaking
The memory crystal is believed to be in the hands of a pirate gang on the planet of Kessel that hunt freighters on the Pabol Sleheyron. The merry band got their hands on the crystal a few hundred years ago and now it is used as a pendant on a necklace. Whoever wears the necklace calls the shots. In fact, the pirates call themselves the “Crystal Corsairs,” a practice that started shortly after their tradition of the leader wearing the crystal. Their base is found not far from a slaver camp and spice mines on the planet. Unfortunately, recon seems to indicate they are protected by the Pyke Syndicate on Kessel. Will need two or three willing Jedi to track down and confiscate the crystal that rightly belongs to the Jedi Order.
The memory crystal is believed to be in the hands of a pirate gang on the planet of Kessel that hunt freighters on the Pabol Sleheyron. The merry band got their hands on the crystal a few hundred years ago and now it is used as a pendant on a necklace. Whoever wears the necklace calls the shots. In fact, the pirates call themselves the “Crystal Corsairs,” a practice that started shortly after their tradition of the leader wearing the crystal. Their base is found not far from a slaver camp and spice mines on the planet. Unfortunately, recon seems to indicate they are protected by the Pyke Syndicate on Kessel. Will need two or three willing Jedi to track down and confiscate the crystal that rightly belongs to the Jedi Order.
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As a former smuggler, Arctus never really liked Kessel nor considered the planet safe even from someone of his (previous) station. Perhaps it was because he never really aligned himself with any of the major crime syndicates that dominated the galaxy. While most smugglers he knew – alright, he was talking about himself, really – operated and acted out mainly to serve their own self interests he somehow couldn't fault syndicate members for distrusting someone like him.
At least the distrust went both ways, so Arctus never really bothered giving the effort to make people trust him unless he would benefit from them. Or either stab them on the back in the end.
Looking back, he could still never stop himself from cringing at how awful his mindset and how he had behaved back then.
Nowadays, though, he had been willingly signing up for Jedi dealings. Fighting the good cause to help set himself straight. Arctus could see and feel that Indy was distraught about something, and even if he was itching to ask her what was wrong he was still somehow convinced that he had no right to do so and that he might only make things worse. So he found himself engaged in a crystal hunt paired up with two Jedi, a Knight and a libra– no, capital L Librarian. Arctus was a grown man who didn't need general supervision but being a part of the Order – and a Padawan learner, too boot – practically obliterated the thought. Besides, he wasn't complaining. Sure, he had been learning about the Force from Indy (he should really start calling her Master Sati now for formality) but he wouldn't turn away learning a thing or two from other Jedi.
“Okay,“ he began as the Cyar'ika landed in one of the many hangars dotting the area nearest to the spice mines where the Crystal Corsairs were said to be holed up in. “This isn't my first time here on Kessel and also not my first time hearing about the Crystal Corsairs.“
As the ship powered down Arctus turned to look at Knight Yvain whom he'd previously met and made acquaintances with and Ms. Helen Summers, Jedi Librarian whom he only caught glimpses of whenever he set foot in the Archives back at the temple on Yavin IV.
“Any plans on how we should proceed?“ the former smuggler then asked his companions. He had a few ideas of his own, but wasn't it better to listen to your elders first? After all, their plans might be more effective than his.
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