Request Republic aid rebuilding Dantooine
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The Republic is still reeling from many of the wounds dealt to it at the hands of the Sith, and it seems, to start, that there will be no aid to you, except perhaps for a few convicts released on early work release. Too much is being funneled to Telos, to Rodia, and to Axxila, ravaged by Revan's Empire, for them to offer any aid at the moment.
But then Admiral Onasi remembers something, which the chaos of the past five decades had obliterated from the recollection of all the other Republic brass-- there are a number of supply depots, pre-dating the Sith War, which contain the spare reactors for old ships, anywhere from shuttles to cruisers. Most are no longer fit for combat, or for newer, more power hungry designs-- but they function perfectly well as the new power generators for the low intensity demands of these small, Dantooine settlements-- and for the Praxeum, allowing you to begin real construction on the already planned expansions of Masters Zhar, which will greatly transform the shape of the old Enclave.
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[x] Request Republic aid to locate Missing Jedi (0/3 Burnt) *3
It seems, in many ways, that Katarr truly was the last, gasping breath of the Old Order. Nearly every Jedi was called there-- studious Master Dorak, gentle Master Tokare, wise Master Zhar-- all slain when Nihlus spoke, and every living thing died. Of those few Jedi who survived, Vrook, Zez-Kai Ell, and Kavar were slaughtered at Traya's hand; Lonna Vash...died; and Atris presented herself to you in those chaotic times after Meetra left all of you behind to discover what had come onto Revan-- and you had exiled her, to learn the same lessons as Meetra once had; and perhaps, to learn the same lessons.
Of those few who neither traveled to Katarr, nor were discovered in your travels, the news is scarcely better. Republic records have revealed plenty to you: Dustil Onasi was killed by Bounty Hunters looking to collect before Meetra returned to the Galaxy. Yuthura Ban had been last seen on Nal Hutta, leading a slave uprising against the Sith-backed masters of that world; Vima Sunrider personally slew an army of Sith, protecting the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Republic records and agents have confirmed these, as well.
But there are those whose fate is in question. The traveling companions of Revan have not been seen since the defeat of Malak, except for Bastila's brief visit to Telos when Nihlus attacked. Juhani has disappeared entirely, and the only trace of Jolee Bindo in all the galaxy recently is that you found his robes on Korriban, which is not the most heartening sign.
But, the Republic has opened certain records to you-- and among them, something caught your eye. A number of lightsaber parts have been shipped to the world of Talravin-- of course, under disingenuous names, but long before you were a Jedi you were an engineer, and you know damn well that Tokana brand--
Right, not important. What is important is that they were all headed to the same place-- the capital city of Pujarest. You hardly need the Force to figure out what that means-- but it does help.
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Mira let you borrow her freighter, one of those fancy new swept-winged Burkada Models-- on the condition that you bring it back undamaged.
Atton is tapping his fingers on the arm rest, looking down at the oval, open topped starport--a sure sign that something is on his mind, and not just how uncomfortable he finds the robes he's wearing.
"Something the matter?"
"For some particular reason, I'm not crazy on running to a woman who decided she'd let the galaxy burn."
"Atton, there aren't enough of us to not seek out as many Jedi as possible."
"Is she one of us? Really? Ignoring the fact that she's one of Atris' stock, and believe me, that's ignoring a lot, I can't imagine you or me, or Visas or Mical, or Brianna or Mira sitting out the war, at least not once the Mandalorians really got into it."
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Talravin is a funny world, actually. Unlike so many planets, it's profited from the wars-- a foundry world, credits went there in droves as PSFs rapidly transformed into an army, and bought all the weapons they could find. Big blasters, small blasters, armor, shields-- anything an infantryman could need. Most of your kit in the Mandalorian Wars came from Talravin, in fact.
Anyway, plenty of refugees ran here-- but unlike Nar Shadda, where government-- at best-- is an affair of local crime lords, the government here saw an opportunity; and so did plenty of real estate companies.
Ideally, you are never made a refugee-- but if you must be, here is where you will first run. It's still not great, but you will receive food, paying work, and most importantly, housing.
For instance, the housing you're looking at right now. An apartment building, three stories high-- hugging the ground. A low, mundane thing, it does not seem right that this place, which so many wander by, should home Jedi.
And yet it does.
It seems Bastila Shan has hidden here.
"I think they're starting to figure us out." Atton looks around. "I'm getting some looks-- not all of them friendly. We should probably get inside."
The two of you enter, pushing open the door to a small lobby where a red-skinned Twi'Lek sits, reading a cheap magazine, and doesn't even look up. "What can I do for you two?"
"We're, uh, looking for a buddy of ours from before the War. Woman, human, Coruscanti accent, kind of short?"
Atton pulls on your sleeve and you turn around to see Bastila, in a relatively normal black tunic and white wool leggings. And then she starts running away.
"Never mind, I think we found her!"
You are a blur, weaving through parties and around people, pushing where you have to. She is fast, as well, and constantly slamming doors shut, but you and Atton have a system worked out-- he blows open the door, traveling a bit more slowly behind you, while you keep your eye on the prize.
The halls are short, and soon enough you've made your way to the deserted top floor. She's running and running-- and then all of a sudden she's turning around, her lightsaber springing to life in her hands even from out of nowhere two blue blades come flying at you, eating the distance in seconds. You slide under hers on the tile floor, even as Atton is knocking the others out of the air. You turn on your lightsaber and manage to block the follow up strikes.
And so the four of you, now, are left sitting in the hall, panting.
"We're Jedi. We're here to talk."
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The apartment is small-- a kitchen, split off from a living room, leading into a bedroom, though the view is spectacular-- you can see out to the edge of the city and beyond, the Culthor mountains cutting the sky jagged.
You and Atton are awkwardly standing in said living room. There's a boy-- a Padawan? In any case, he's staring at your arm wide-eyed.
"He's my son. Not Force sensitive."
The Cathar-- Juhani-- and Bastila are both sitting at the small kitchen. Juhani is regarding you with a look that could kill, meanwhile Bastila is slowly drinking tea, which smells wonderful from where you are.
"I wondered when you would seek me out. I imagine you must be wondering what I was doing as the Sith were hunting us like animals."
Well, it all starts about three years before Meetra's return. The Purge had just begun-- our already too low numbers were being nibbled at, towards the edges. At this point I was coordinating, warning, telling Jedi where things seemed to be worse and recovering from labor. But things seemed slowly to fall apart, despite my best efforts, despite the warnings, despite everything.
Then, just before the meeting on Katarr, I received a distress call from Juhani, broadcasting from Donoran, a small world off the beaten trail. I went there, and found her battered, bruised and broken-- but victorious-- over no less than a dozen Sith."
"They had appeared from nowhere," the Cathar says, breaking her silence, "all shadows and darkness becoming men in an instant. They fell on me with a fury-- but I was all together their superior."
"I took her to safety, tended to her wounds-- and received reports that the delegation on Katarr had been destroyed. She was wounded, and I had a son to take care of-- it seemed wiser, to me, to lay low, and wait for whatever was left of the Council to send out the call for the counter-attack.
Except only it never came-- or at least, not soon enough. I did not realize the full gravity of all that came to pass until Nihlus attacked Telos-- and by then it was much, much too late to contribute. So I spoke to Carth, then returned here, where I have been helping her heal ever since.
But now, I think it is time we return. The galaxy has need of us. I will report to Dantooine for assignment within the month, I promise."
You make to go, but Atton interrupts before you can, "they say he traveled with three Jedi. What happened to Jolee Bindo?"
Bastila closes her eyes, breathes deep, and then exhales. "He died as befits a Jedi-- defending the weak."
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