Star Wars: Tales of the Jedi part 2

Yeshua looks unsure. "I... think we will be alright. We're knights now. We need to be able to handle things like this ourselves." He glances at the others, for confirmation of their thoughts. "Besides, Marissa needs your guidance... so she can come with us on the next mission." He adds with a smile.
 
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Kestrel nods at Yeshua's words.

"Once we've seen what's going on, we'll decide if we need help," she opines. "But until then I see no reason that you should be distracted from your other duties, Master."
 

The small, Corellian-made corvette loaned to you by the Jedi order quickly takes you the 1.5 day journey to the besieged planet. As your ship swiftly reverts back to realspace just outside of the planet's orbit, you're somewhat surprised to see that there are no other ships in the void with you. No enemy frigates ready to pound your intruding ship to pieces, and--perhaps most worrysome of all--no civilian ships besides yourself.
 


A day before, however, the party sat in the crew lounge of the ship, creating a circle. Lorem leads the group in closing their eyes, and each begins to peer into the Force, hoping to gain any insight on the attacks taking place.

Through your inner eyes, you all begin to see. A small settlement is ablaze, civilians racing through the crowded and now filthy streets in a desperate attempt to gain their freedom. A large grey bee-shaped thing swiftly moves through the sky, too fast for you to gain any other information.

A line of farmers, slugthrowers in hand, scream and begin to fire wildly at something to their right. A barrage of blaster bolts cut down a majority of the farmers, before a large humanoid bursts rapidly enters your view. He wields a vibroaxe, it's cutting end shining in an odd light from the hazy sun. The humanoid stands slightly over two meters in height, it's greyish skin covered by an armor that shares the same shine as his axe. Just as he enters the scene, he leaves, the only image that you can really pick out is a ridged and sloping forehead.
 

Kestrel finds the vision unsettling in its raw brutality. The attack they witness is an act of extermination. War against non-warriors. Equally, maybe even more, unsettling was the question of where these raiders were getting their equipment. It wasn't just farm implements turned to deadlier purpose. It was military-grade weapons and armor!

As they approach the planet, Kestrel is sure to keep an eye on the ship's sensors, suspecting that the intel they had suggesting the raiders lacked spaceships may be in error. They had to be getting supplied from somewhere.
 

"We have been given a glimpse of our adversaries and it seems this is even more unsettling than we thought." Lorem muses aloud after the vision.
 

"It certainly does not appear that we should take our foe lightly," says Anariel after the vision. "They are cold, ruthless, and well trained."


As the ship approaches the planet, Anariel uses her skill with computer systems to attempt to extend the range of the ship's sensors, or to pick up on any strange readings.


Computer Use +9 (I believe)...I really have to get Anariel updated. I promise this weekend!
 

Yeshua is silent for a long time as he ponders the tragedy they have just witnessed wondering if it is the past the present or the future. In any case they must get to the surface quickly. He sets about scanning the comms frequencies for any activity. Remaining unusually silent himself.
 

Kestrel and Anariel's additional search for ships in the area comes up with nothing, despite the fact that the Jedi knows she correctly manipulated the sensors.

Yeshua's communications search is far more successful, though not by much. Two distinct messages can be heard: a group of survivors in a settlement located on the terminator of the planet at the moment, pleading for help. The other is spoken in a strange language that none of you have heard before.
 

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