Eriadu.
What a dump, Jillian though. The planet offended her in so many different ways. First there was the smell. The planet had a reputation for being heavily polluted, and you could smell it in the air. Jillian had spent a lot of time on the Light of the Force, and Anoth both of which were more or less sealed, providing an almost clinically clean quality of air making the smell of Eriadu all the more pronounced to Jillian. Then there was the humanocentrism. Jillian was Zelosian, and near enough to a human to pass for one in most cases, but she was still nonhuman. This was the place that produced people like Grand Moff Tarkin. It might not have been blatantly speciesist but there were certainly portions of the population that felt that way. And to think it had actually improved over how it used to be back in the days of Luke Skywalker!
But for all its flaws, Eriadu had come through the war relatively unscathed. It still had its industrial capacity, and still sat on a major trade route. For this reason it had become a popular destination for refugees who'd fled from the core. Most of them were human, and a portion of them were from Corellia. And that was why Jillian was on the ugly little world, along with two fellow Jedi Knights, Arisa Ikeli and Orlaan Hess. Jillian couldn't say she'd ever met either of the other Jedi before but the council wouldn't have paired them all up together for this mission if they didn't think all three were competent and could work well together.
In particular the three Jedi were seeking out Corellians who had first hand experience fighting the Sith. The entire system had been subjected to a prolonged siege, and even you still head about the occasional resistance group trying to strike a blow and liberate their system. Hopefully they could find some who were willing to share what they knew. Obviously this wasn't a mission where they could just walk right in and announce themselves as Jedi. There was always the threat of tipping off someone, who'd in turn tip off the Sith for whatever reason they might have. Not to mention there was a good chance the refugees would try to tear them apart if they found out. A lot of people still blamed the Jedi for leaving the Alliance to its fate.
So instead, Jillian was pretending to be an aid worker. A lot of different refugee aid groups had sprung up, especially on worlds like Eriadu which still had the wealth and a population willing to give to such efforts. They might not like aliens but that didn't mean they wanted see people who came to their world suffer needlessly. Well hopefully. Jillian was dressed in a dark grey jacket, with shirt and pants, and her favorite pair of black, scuffed, worn, boots. She had a briefcase sized medical case in one had, chocked full of food and medical supplies the Order could spare for this mission. The hope was that some of the refugees might be willing to share their experiences for some of the supplies. Jillian's plan to was to ask the questions under the guise that the answers would allow them to better treat wounded, and find where refugees had fled.
The trio of Jedi were at a crossroad between massive buildings, on the ground level of the planet. It was a poorer section where refugees, aliens, and criminals all mingled. Hopefully no one would try to mug them on their way through, after all why mug the people who were going to be giving supplies out for free.
"Which way?" Jillian asked her fellow Knights, looking in the three directions they could go. None of them really stood out to her but maybe her comrade would have more insight.
What a dump, Jillian though. The planet offended her in so many different ways. First there was the smell. The planet had a reputation for being heavily polluted, and you could smell it in the air. Jillian had spent a lot of time on the Light of the Force, and Anoth both of which were more or less sealed, providing an almost clinically clean quality of air making the smell of Eriadu all the more pronounced to Jillian. Then there was the humanocentrism. Jillian was Zelosian, and near enough to a human to pass for one in most cases, but she was still nonhuman. This was the place that produced people like Grand Moff Tarkin. It might not have been blatantly speciesist but there were certainly portions of the population that felt that way. And to think it had actually improved over how it used to be back in the days of Luke Skywalker!
But for all its flaws, Eriadu had come through the war relatively unscathed. It still had its industrial capacity, and still sat on a major trade route. For this reason it had become a popular destination for refugees who'd fled from the core. Most of them were human, and a portion of them were from Corellia. And that was why Jillian was on the ugly little world, along with two fellow Jedi Knights, Arisa Ikeli and Orlaan Hess. Jillian couldn't say she'd ever met either of the other Jedi before but the council wouldn't have paired them all up together for this mission if they didn't think all three were competent and could work well together.
In particular the three Jedi were seeking out Corellians who had first hand experience fighting the Sith. The entire system had been subjected to a prolonged siege, and even you still head about the occasional resistance group trying to strike a blow and liberate their system. Hopefully they could find some who were willing to share what they knew. Obviously this wasn't a mission where they could just walk right in and announce themselves as Jedi. There was always the threat of tipping off someone, who'd in turn tip off the Sith for whatever reason they might have. Not to mention there was a good chance the refugees would try to tear them apart if they found out. A lot of people still blamed the Jedi for leaving the Alliance to its fate.
So instead, Jillian was pretending to be an aid worker. A lot of different refugee aid groups had sprung up, especially on worlds like Eriadu which still had the wealth and a population willing to give to such efforts. They might not like aliens but that didn't mean they wanted see people who came to their world suffer needlessly. Well hopefully. Jillian was dressed in a dark grey jacket, with shirt and pants, and her favorite pair of black, scuffed, worn, boots. She had a briefcase sized medical case in one had, chocked full of food and medical supplies the Order could spare for this mission. The hope was that some of the refugees might be willing to share their experiences for some of the supplies. Jillian's plan to was to ask the questions under the guise that the answers would allow them to better treat wounded, and find where refugees had fled.
The trio of Jedi were at a crossroad between massive buildings, on the ground level of the planet. It was a poorer section where refugees, aliens, and criminals all mingled. Hopefully no one would try to mug them on their way through, after all why mug the people who were going to be giving supplies out for free.
"Which way?" Jillian asked her fellow Knights, looking in the three directions they could go. None of them really stood out to her but maybe her comrade would have more insight.
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