Desperate Times call for Absolute Stupidity

[Jaz]

Jenton must have been out of his mind.

He couldn't find Eris on the tracker, and he had no way to contact her. He had tried to mentally connect with her, through the force, but hadn't been able to get a hold of her for longer than a few moments. There was only one thing left to do, now. He had to search for her, planet by planet. He ruled out the few planets that were barely inhabitable, but he knew his apprentice, and everything else was fair game. He looked up.

"What are you thinking, Eris?" He asked.

Jenton landed on Naboo. Maybe she had wanted to return to her home planet. As he got out of the ship, he grumbled a little bit about asking him. He walked around a city, near the castle.

"Excuse me, but have you seen a young girl, blonde hair, real tiny?" He would ask a few people. Their answer was always the same:

"No, I haven't, sorry."

Then Jenton would sigh and continue on, getting more and more afraid each second. There was a war about to start, for crying out loud! If his padawan got caught in the crossfire...

He pushed that out of his head. He couldn't bear to think about that. He had grown very close to her, and thought of her as the daughter he never had. He cared about the girl, he really did. But god, she was reckless.

 

[Prudence]

He was just minding his damn business, that's how it always happened. How he got roped into shit like this. Prudii had been on Naboo for one reason or another. He'd been here for a few days now. If he remembered properly, he'd been hunting a bounty. But that was a week, and a dozen bar trips, ago. Now he was half drunk, half awake, and living as close as he got to a paradise. ON a small, tucked away world, nothing really hurt, and no one was trying to rope him into the latest crazy idea. That was, until some worried dad approached him and showed him a picture of some little girl, asking if he'd seen her.

Prudii rolled his eyes into his head thinking, and then said,

"No.. how'd you lose a kid..?"

Of course, words like those had gotten him into a lot of messes that had cost him a lot more than he liked. He wasn't even wearing his armor at the moment. His armor, as well as his ship, the Gladium, were tied up on Chandrilla. He'd had issues renewing his permits to travel, and with increased security hadn't been able to gain access to the planet. As such, he was wearing a generic sand gold, scarred Mandalorian helmet, a few assorted chest pieces, and some other loose fitting clothes that served as armor. He looked rather ragged, but it worked as far as he was concerned.

 

[Jaz]

Jenton ran in to a man, considerably younger than himself, and asked him the same question he had asked everyone else. Hearing his response, he looked down. To his surprise, the man followed up with another question: "How'd you lose a kid..?"

Jenton shook his head. "I don't know." He said. "She disappeared a few days ago, must've been curious or bored." He sighed. The worry was etching lines onto his forehead and pulling the corners of his mouth down. Jenton thought for a moment. He needed help, and maybe this man could provide it. "Did you hear the radio? The one that was going on about the Jedi being power hungry and 'no longer a force for good'?" Jenton asked.

It occurred to him that perhaps that was a bad idea. If he revealed he was a Jedi, how would he react? Jenton started planning for the worst, hoping this man would know something about where Eris could be.

 

[Prudence]

Jenton ran in to a man, considerably younger than himself, and asked him the same question he had asked everyone else. Hearing his response, he looked down. To his surprise, the man followed up with another question: "How'd you lose a kid..?"

Jenton shook his head. "I don't know." He said. "She disappeared a few days ago, must've been curious or bored." He sighed. The worry was etching lines onto his forehead and pulling the corners of his mouth down. Jenton thought for a moment. He needed help, and maybe this man could provide it. "Did you hear the radio? The one that was going on about the Jedi being power hungry and 'no longer a force for good'?" Jenton asked.

It occurred to him that perhaps that was a bad idea. If he revealed he was a Jedi, how would he react? Jenton started planning for the worst, hoping this man would know something about where Eris could be.

Prudii shrugged "Don't watch the news much." He considered walking away, but decided otherwise. The man obviously didn't know Mandalorians' preconceived notion for Jedi, so he didn't inform him. Instead he tilted his head "if you need help I suppose I could help you track the kid down?" Prudii always felt a particular soft spot for lost kids, seeing as he was an orphan.

 

[Jaz]

Jenton gave a slight shrug of understanding at the man's comment about the news. He was about to thank him and walk away, but froze the moment he heard the man's offer. He looked at him, slightly wide eyed.

"You would?" He wanted to confirm. "I'll pay you..." He shuffled through his pockets and held out some cash in several different currencies. "If you help me find the girl, that's all yours."