Getting onto Dromund Kaas had been a bit easier than Zathria expected, but she anticipated everything else after that being more difficult. With a great deal of effort, the local resistance group - calling themselves the Free Souls - had gotten a representative to the Jedi Order pleading for help.
That assignment had fallen to Zathria and Sevrin. One to provide medical help, one to help organize resistance, and both to disrupt the Sith occupiers. Once again, Zathria found herself tense. Though linking up with the Souls was far less intense than destroying the primary Sith base of operations, any time she was in enemy territory there was something to be nervous about.
Walking the street of the city, she wore an outfit one might expect of any other spacer - pants, boots, and a leather jacket - with her lightsaber hidden and a small satchel of medical supplies over her shoulder. Their contact - Jeb Ardeen - was the same man who had come to the Jedi for help. Though she hadn't spotted him yet a glance at her chrono told her that they were nearing the meeting time for the link-up.
The air was thick with humidity, but had fortunately held off on pouring rain or electrical storms down on them as they walked. The Echani had to admire the people of this world: they were resourceful. Lightning rods adorned the tops of many of the tall skyscrapers and at the edges of the city she had seen generators that by some science she didn't really understand, dissipated static energy from the sky to lessen the number of storms conjured by the partially-electrified atmosphere.
Still, she didn't hate this world. A bit like Yavin IV in some ways and any of the extremes of some other worlds... like Sullust. Nobody liked Sullust. You literally couldn't even breathe there. Hard pass.
That assignment had fallen to Zathria and Sevrin. One to provide medical help, one to help organize resistance, and both to disrupt the Sith occupiers. Once again, Zathria found herself tense. Though linking up with the Souls was far less intense than destroying the primary Sith base of operations, any time she was in enemy territory there was something to be nervous about.
Walking the street of the city, she wore an outfit one might expect of any other spacer - pants, boots, and a leather jacket - with her lightsaber hidden and a small satchel of medical supplies over her shoulder. Their contact - Jeb Ardeen - was the same man who had come to the Jedi for help. Though she hadn't spotted him yet a glance at her chrono told her that they were nearing the meeting time for the link-up.
The air was thick with humidity, but had fortunately held off on pouring rain or electrical storms down on them as they walked. The Echani had to admire the people of this world: they were resourceful. Lightning rods adorned the tops of many of the tall skyscrapers and at the edges of the city she had seen generators that by some science she didn't really understand, dissipated static energy from the sky to lessen the number of storms conjured by the partially-electrified atmosphere.
Still, she didn't hate this world. A bit like Yavin IV in some ways and any of the extremes of some other worlds... like Sullust. Nobody liked Sullust. You literally couldn't even breathe there. Hard pass.