No Honour Among Thieves

[Galahad Vult]

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When Austin and Galahad had previously dealt with the kidnappers that plagued Feresse's Point on Jakku, the now-Jedi Master could never have guessed he would be returning to the jungle planet's trade hub. However, now that it was necessary for the Order to go into hiding, their positive influence with the inhabitants would help in allowing the Jedi 'refugees' start a new life there. Master Vult glanced over at Knight Asher, who in turn kept a close eye on the two younglings at his feet. A senior member of the Order, Asher was hardy in nature, no stranger to the galaxy's underbelly. Of all the Jedi Galahad would entrust the task of raising the two children in a scummy trade port, Asher was the most fitting. As Feresse's Point came into view, Galahad wondered how much the outpost had flourished now that the civilians no longer lived in fear of being kidnapped.

However, as the group disembarked, Master Vult quickly discovered that not all was well and good. They had barely stepped off the docking ramp before they were approached by a seedy-looking security guard. "Hey, you! Gotta pay hangar tax." Galahad simply stood there for several moments, confused and incredulous. "...Hangar Tax?" The guy nodded, a smug smile on his face. "Yeh, hangar tax. C'mon, pay up or you gotta leave." This did not sit right with the Jedi Master at all. Never in the entire galaxy had he ever needed to pay for simply landing on a planet. The whole thing seemed fishy, and Galahad wasn't buying it. Before the bearded Jedi could object, another voice shot out from across the bay that made the seedy guard jump in fright. "HEY! What do you think you're doing, young man?" The pushy guard suddenly whirled around and snapped to attention. A grey-haired senior officer marched towards him with a sneer on his face, grabbing him by the collar and reefing him uncomfortably close. "That's cleaning duty for you, officer. And if I catch any one of you shaking down any more offworlders, there'll be hell to pay." Squeaking some kind of response in terror, the younger man scampered off. Facing the group that had just arrived, the senior guard adjusted his hat. "My apologies, folks. Pay no mind to that. Welcome to Feresse's Point," he greeted. Galahad nodded in reply. "Many thanks, officer." He glanced sidelong at Austin. Apparently the Masters' last visit had not entirely eliminated the trade hub's issues.

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