OOC: Apprentices, Knights, Masters, join in. RJO ONLY.

Asthentia.

A peaceful, tropical world. Founded by the Old Republic, lost in the scuffle of the Sith War, and forgotten for three thousand years. Ruled by a benevolent aristocracy and fiercy protective of their own secrecy, the planet was not an exciting place by any means. It lacked the cityscape bustle of Coruscant, the political excitement of Corellia, or even the majestic but urban sanctuary which was Ossus.

When it had been rediscovered by the mad, prodigal Prince who had left it fifteen years before, it had been something of a shock to find such an isolated world. Gash had forgotten his homeworld, as had the galaxy.

Now, it seemed that all the wrong people were remembering it.

Opened for trade and tourism by the political powers of the Rogue Jedi Order and it's new King-Master, Gash Jiren, Asthentia was slowly feeling the pressure of urban expansion. While plain, durasteel buildings still literred it's numerous cities, they were gradually enroaching upwards and outwards.

And of course, with expansion comes profit.

And with profit comes piracy.

It had started out simply enough; a few cobbled-together craft on the edge of the system, trying to hijack freighters. A few bandits on the planet itself. All had been quickly wiped out by the students at the Rogue Jedi Order training academy, and the Asthentian Royal Guard. But the problem had perpetuated to the point of obscenity, and the Jedi who protected the worlds of the Rogue Jedi Order had decided it was time to step in.

The shuttle set down in the durasteel docking bay of Triyphys, one of the more urban settlements on the planet of Asthentia. On the sides, it bore the sword-and-seal symbol of the Rogue Jedi Order, with precious cargo inside. Students of the Rogue Jedi, Knights, and Masters alike had joined Gash Jiren in this pilgrimage to his homeworld, in the Jedi Master's private diplomatic vessel, the Crimson Blade II. A hiss signaled the depressurization of the vessel, and within the command cabin of the ship, Gash glanced at his co-pilot, the Krick, Garen.

"Good to be home, Garen?"

'As much as can be expected, Ssssearthen... I have not visited our homeworld in a year. But the Krick do not yearn to see their family-units as other sentient races do, nor do we possess the human concept of "home".' Garen shrugged his reptillian shoulders. 'Sssso.... I am as glad to see Asthentia as any being can be to see a ball of molten lava surrounded by a crust of silicon and an atmosphere of nitrogen and oxygen.'

Gash chuckled. "Very scientific. Have the other Krick unload the speeder bikes and blasters."

'Yesss, sir.'

The Jedi Master brought the commlink to his mouth, speaking clearly in his Imperial-esque accent. "All Rogues, disembark. Assist the Krick with the unloading process if you will, and meet outside the Crimson Blade II. We'll attend to the mission once everything is prepped and ready."

"Yes sir" Corran responded.
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Up ahead he saw 5 Speeder bikes on a rack. Walking forward he deactivated the holding clamp and activated the repuulsorlifts. Pushing the bike out of the cargo bay down the ramp and out into the verdant paradise known as Asthentia. Corran had only been here once and that was when the Rogue Jedi had destroyed some pirates attacking Asthentia. That was also the trip the Gash had become king. He'd only had a short while on the planet but he'd fallen in love with it immeaditly. He was glad to be back even if it was for work. Corran pushed the back over to a flat area and stopped it. Then he turned around and walked up the ramp to help unload the rest of the bikes.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Ardin stepped up beside Corran and activated the repulsorlift on another speeder.He looked at Corran as he pushed it off the rack.

"Hello, My name is Ardin Halcyon"

"Beastly things, these contraptions are. I prefer air vehicles."

<font color=gray>Arrix smirked inwardly at the speeder bikes. He could get used to them, but it would take time. He grumbled as he deactivated the holding clamp and switched on the repulsorlifts. He got on and looked around. The only other Jedi he spotted where Corran Horn and the new one, Ardin Halcyon. He spoke over to them.</font>

"I don't suppose anyone is familiar with these controls?"

<font color="orange">"I don't have the least bit of clue, actually" came a voice, as if spoken through speakers or a ComLink rather than by a person. A head arose from behind a speeder bike staring at the man, without further delay the Jedi stood up stationary.

"I am Si-Buu Qudri, Cerean Jedi Apprentice from Cerea, the paradise world."[b] the Jedi Apprentice said emphasizing on 'paradise', as he began to speak again.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Si Buu said, with a nod of his head.

Garen slinked down the ramp of the Sentinel-Class shuttle, his reptillian tail clanking on the cold durasteel. He wore only a simple garment covering his torso and lower extremeties, leaving the majority of his green-blue legs bare. The Asthentian sun glinted off those scales, and he hissed at the Jedi.

His expression was unreadable, and none could tell if his hiss was one of contempt, or amusement. 'The ssswitch in the center activesss the repulsorliftsss... the throttle on the handle acceleratesss.'

Garen hissed again, this one certainly of amusement. 'But I would suggest that you... ah..." The reptillian Krick paused. "I am unsure of the proper human idiom... ah, yess... 'hang on tight', when you do accelerate.'

At about that moment, Gash Jiren descended the ramp behind his Krick friend, one Swoop thrown over each shoulder. For such a relatively slim and diminuitive man, in comparison to some of his students, he seemed odd, carrying such a huge load. But his slightly dark skin seemed to fit in perfectly with the tropical climate, and despite the troubling circumstances which had brought him to his homeworld, his facial expression conveyed contentment with being home.

"Now, Garen, remember, your sense of humor can be offensive to humans." He set the two Swoops down, glancing about at the scattered Rogue Jedi and Krick. "I've already secured clearance with the regional democracy, so we have free reign about the area. I suggest we scout to the north of the city limits, and find whatever pirate camps we can. Any other suggestions?"

"And I am Arrix Stryker. Rogue Jedi Knight from Correlia. It is nice to meet you, Si."

<font color=gray>Arrix turned as Garen gave him the instructions. He smirked and nodded.</font>

"Thanks."

<font color=gray>Arrix turned as Gash spoke. The plan was simple, but they would do better if they split up.</font>

"Master Jiren, we could cover more ground if we split up. If anyone finds anything, they could report it and wait for the rest to arrive."

<font color="blue">"...Any other suggestions?"

Whatever spoken word Master Jiren had given, Brava had not caught any of it, despite her best efforts to be prompt and alert.

She found herself to be one of the last remaining Rogues to exit the Crimson Blade II. So whatever possible suggestions she could have offered was all to be met in vain.

There goes my impeccable timing again, the Rogue Jedi Apprentice grimly thought to herself, scolding herself for being somewhat late.

The Apprentice swept one cool gaze upon all those present and then let her eyes fall onto Master Jiren, awaiting instruction.

Ardin crossed his arms over his chest, a bored expression on his face.

He was also waiting specific instruction.

"I think that splitting up is a good idea but that we should stay in pairs. It would be safer that way and we'd still cover a fairly large amount of ground. We may be jedi but we can still be surprised and captured or killed." said Corran

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Corran said this all thinking back to his days in Echo and Rogue squadron where the standard wingman pair went everywhere. So as to cover each other if trouble arose.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Besides with Arrix here not even knowing how to drive a speeder bike or a swoop he'll probably end up crashing into a tree." said Corran smirking at the thought of the jedi apprentice going through the forest hanging on for dear life.