The AMS outbreaks across the Galaxy were getting to be far too much for some of the local governments to handle - Crix himself wasn't a member of any of those governments but even he could see that things were beginning to get out of hand. Without even going to planets within Hutt Space (a very dangerous place to go for him even without the virus in question) there were planets that had numbers far higher than others. One of the planets he had heard about was Randon, a market-place style of planet that got it's credits from being on the edge of corporate, outer rim, mid rim and hutt owned space all at the same time. Randon was the kind of planet where you could find anything for a price.
Unfortunately that meant a high population crammed into a small area and all the right trade links to mean that cases were going to come in from across the Galaxy and there was little that the government could do about it. Even now the local government had set up hard barriers around the spaceports with military and medical support from neighbors. Testing was compulsory and anyone who refused was turned away from the spaceports, away from freedom and the promise of a life away from the plague.
Deeper in the capital city, ships hovered over buildings and laid down withering blasts of suppressing fire into areas they suspected were lost to the infected. Some of those areas were, indeed, devoid of non-infected and others weren't. It didn't matter to them so much as having a clear idea of where was overrun and where wasn't.
Crix took a dim view of this, naturally, and had come to a decision - rather than waiting at Yavin for his Master, he had signed up for a local charity on Randon called Randon Rescues. The entire point was to ride out into the city on speeders and go looking for people, family and friends, who had been lost in certain areas. To bring back those who couldn't be moved by their families, those who would need a speeder or skiff to get them out of the hot zones.
Taking a deep breath in the spaceport, Crix made sure that his rebreather was fully repaired before nodding to a few of the other volunteers as they stepped up to the Bantha-Class cargo skiff that they were licensed to use during their mission runs. Crix took a look at the datapad handed to him, showing a list of thirty sentients they were going looking for in a block radius.
"Control this is Randon Rescues 1 ready for take-off." he called out, using the integrated comlink but making sure to speak up due to the background noise of constant activity around the spaceport, "Randon Rescues 1 ready for take-off. Mission is at X-Com Heights, we'll try not to take too long guys."
His right hand shook ever so slightly but Crix ignored it as he started powering up the skiff. This was what being a Jedi was about - going out and helping people who needed it regardless of how scared you were.