As far as planets went in the Outer Rim, Botajef wasn't terrible. Bri sighed, getting a lung-full of the semi-acrid air. She took a step and felt the small gravel roll under her boot. Not terrible is a pretty low bar to clear. The Jedi reminded herself that there were nicer parts of the planet than the massive shipyards that covered the majority of the southern part of the planet, where she was currently located. To be fair, the local Jefies were usually quite friendly, and as long as you treated them kindly, happy to help. Industrial sprawl spread around for miles, with tall, impossibly large cables stretching into the sky connecting to the orbital yards, segmenting the late afternoon sunshine. Despite the associated pollution that came with massive industrialization, it was a pretty impressive sight. Shells and skeletons of massive starliners all came together, in ways that Bri stuggled to comprehend. Her's was not a mechanical mind.
Bri turned the corner of another street, finding the narrow confines opening somewhat, with a small square ending at a dingy looking cantina. No doubt where the many shipbuilders and off world-ers gathered. The starport lay just short walk away, where the Jedi's own ship was currently parked. She headed in to the cantina, her eyes adjusting to the darker, more dimly lit interior. As per usual when trying to blend in a bit better with the surroundings, Bri was not wearing standard Jedi robes and attire. Instead, she matched a pair of dark pants with grey tank top and dark, open jacket. Her saber was hidden in an interior pocket. Also as per usual, her attempts at disguise never exactly played well, and she still somewhat stuck out. In the early part of the afternoon, the Cantina was not full, yet still held a general rumble of ambient conversation. The Jedi took a table by a window, attempting to look through the grime to see outside.
Returning her attention back to more pressing matters, Bri pulled out a datapad from her pocket. The Jedi council had sent her to Botajef with the directive to find a missing person. It was some criminal nobody, by the name of Kham Pavan. It should have been left to other authorities to handle his petty crimes, however, Bri had been informed that Kham had information on the Jedi temple on Yavin. It seems unlikely. Following the Sith attack on Ajan Kloss, secrecy of Jedi outposts was of utmost importance. Even if the criminal knew nothing, it was still necessary to find out. Bri had tracked him to have frequented the Cantina, and was eager to come to the conclusion of her problem.
Fortunately, she had happened upon a small amount of good fortune. Upon landing at the central spaceport, Bri had spotted a small group of Sector Rangers, and noticed one in particular. Corran Velt. The same Ranger who Bri had spent the day with frolicking on Dxun. The Jedi wasn't usually one to be overly trusting of the Rangers, but he had placed his life in her hands, and she had done the same with him. Saving someone's life tended to create a bond between people. The two had exchanged contact information after their eventful day, and though a long period of time had passed since they last spoke, Bri did not hesitate to send him a message on the holonet.
Hey - long time, right? I saw you when I was landing on Botajef and figured I'd ask if you want to catch up over a drink? My treat. -BL
While the Jedi was generally interested in catching up with the Ranger, she had another thought in mind - asking for his help with her case. Two minds were always better than one, and it helped to have a little bit more legal authority present. She tapped her foot in the floor of the cantina, thinking of other matters while she waited for her friend? to show up.
@TerranSteel
Bri turned the corner of another street, finding the narrow confines opening somewhat, with a small square ending at a dingy looking cantina. No doubt where the many shipbuilders and off world-ers gathered. The starport lay just short walk away, where the Jedi's own ship was currently parked. She headed in to the cantina, her eyes adjusting to the darker, more dimly lit interior. As per usual when trying to blend in a bit better with the surroundings, Bri was not wearing standard Jedi robes and attire. Instead, she matched a pair of dark pants with grey tank top and dark, open jacket. Her saber was hidden in an interior pocket. Also as per usual, her attempts at disguise never exactly played well, and she still somewhat stuck out. In the early part of the afternoon, the Cantina was not full, yet still held a general rumble of ambient conversation. The Jedi took a table by a window, attempting to look through the grime to see outside.
Returning her attention back to more pressing matters, Bri pulled out a datapad from her pocket. The Jedi council had sent her to Botajef with the directive to find a missing person. It was some criminal nobody, by the name of Kham Pavan. It should have been left to other authorities to handle his petty crimes, however, Bri had been informed that Kham had information on the Jedi temple on Yavin. It seems unlikely. Following the Sith attack on Ajan Kloss, secrecy of Jedi outposts was of utmost importance. Even if the criminal knew nothing, it was still necessary to find out. Bri had tracked him to have frequented the Cantina, and was eager to come to the conclusion of her problem.
Fortunately, she had happened upon a small amount of good fortune. Upon landing at the central spaceport, Bri had spotted a small group of Sector Rangers, and noticed one in particular. Corran Velt. The same Ranger who Bri had spent the day with frolicking on Dxun. The Jedi wasn't usually one to be overly trusting of the Rangers, but he had placed his life in her hands, and she had done the same with him. Saving someone's life tended to create a bond between people. The two had exchanged contact information after their eventful day, and though a long period of time had passed since they last spoke, Bri did not hesitate to send him a message on the holonet.
Hey - long time, right? I saw you when I was landing on Botajef and figured I'd ask if you want to catch up over a drink? My treat. -BL
While the Jedi was generally interested in catching up with the Ranger, she had another thought in mind - asking for his help with her case. Two minds were always better than one, and it helped to have a little bit more legal authority present. She tapped her foot in the floor of the cantina, thinking of other matters while she waited for her friend? to show up.
@TerranSteel