The Jedi were spread thin with all the chaos happening across the galaxy. Between the Sith and ISC war, New Republic vs. the Alliance and now whatever was happening on Coruscant, it was all hands on deck. While the Grandmaster had initially called everyone back, the Jedi were forced to triage different kinds of missions for its members to take on. Padawans were sent to planets ravaged by war and crisis, but where there was no danger of an imminent attack. Knights and others were sent to combat missions or to confront Sith.
Ezra wanted to do some fighting, but he was delegated to Tanaab to assist with any rescue and recovery operations. The 5th Fleet’s bombardment was swift and devastating, leaving entire regions of the planet completely wrecked and millions of people displaced. There were still fires and smoke to put out and people to save.
He may have been a padawan, but he didn’t feel that innate urge to go around helping random strangers just yet. He had signed up for Jedi to get a better handle on his powers, and so far it seemed like far more work than that. He vaguely recalled a combat movie classic about a kid that had to clean a lot of speeders and houses, but it ultimately helped him learn to fight. Ezra hoped all these missions had the same idea and he would one day just naturally kick ass with the Force.
As usual, he was denied from being able to bring his own luxury yachts or speeders. He was stuck on a budget shuttle that landed a distance away from where the action was. Ezra still refused to wear standard Jedi robes, but he did dress up in a sleek uniform with a blastvest (no hood or mask). His clothing was accessorized by his kyber crystal shard necklace, a fancy chrono on his wrist and of course expensive cologne. He walked down the ramp, still checking his NalPhone for the area he was assigned.
Ezra was supposed to work with another padawan for this. He looked around briefly, didn’t spot anyone, shrugged, and started walking off to do the mission by himself.
@GABA