Cira Starlight-Jedi Consular-En Route to Ord Mantell-3,650 BBY
My current surroundings are in every conceivable way the opposite of my upbringing at the Jedi Temple. But the sea of voices and endless droning and humming of the ship itself did not prevent me feeling at home. The Force is made up of all living things, and honestly I preferred a livelier environment such as this to a sterile environment like the Temple. Although Sinya is very likely not adjusting as well as I am to the cramped and stuffy spaces of the public transport ship. It was a vessel of moderate size, with enough space for several hundred. Despite most of the space being taken up by large barges of supplies for the war weary planet we are heading towards there was no shortage of voices and sounds surrounding us. As we bumped shoulders with not only the ship's crew as well as Republic soldiers who were also bound for Ord Mantell, but for a very different cause than what the council has sent us for.
Our mission as set by the council is to provide relief and security for the overworked doctors and humanitarian teams who are seeing to both military wounded and civilian casualties. I wanted to be sure that Sinya was clear on our mandate. She reminds me of my own master. Both so eager to battle for the greater good that the details get lost on the way. She has much to learn, and that was the subject of my meditation. I quieted my mind and surroundings to seek the Force's guidance to my predicament. I was new as a master, and thus uncertain if I should encourage her talents in saber combat, which she was probably on my own level despite being ten years younger than myself. Or attempt to inject some of my own insights to mold her down a less...confrontational path.
Neither was wrong, as we are in a time of war and the Jedi Order has great need of skilled Guardians to defend our ideals and citizens from the plots of the Sith. But the way of the Jed, at it's core is to seek peace, not violence. All life has some meaning to the Force, even the death of a Sith is regrettable, if often a necessary. Opening my eyes, my levitation ceased and my form made contact with the cold touch of the ship as I picked myself up. Searching through the force to find the familiar presence of Sinya through the endless corridors and faces of the ship. Tracking her down rather quickly as I decided to meditate again on my issue later, having found no answer as of yet.
With my arms crossed within my robes I looked down on her with the kind of expression a older sibling had when finding their sibling after a game of hide and seek. "You do know our mandate once we reach Ord Mantel, don't you Sinya? You are to help provide security for the field hospital while I see to the wounded. There is word that a new illness plagues the camp, we are to discover the source and treat it before it spreads to the rest of the island." Then, I made a facial expression like a knowing mother who foiled a brash child's scheme. "That means no venturing outside the camp needlessly and no searching for Separatists to fight. They are not the enemy we will be fighting...the Force willing." With that said I relaxed and decided to cease lecturing her, rather I decided to inquire what she knew about the world itself.
"Tell me, what do you know of Ord Mantell? To know one's destination and surroundings is as important to completing a mission as skill in combat or knowledge in the Force. Just tell me whatever comes to your mind. I will fill in the gaps." Pondering what she would reveal, I was curious to see if my Padawan has studied the place of our mission after receiving our assignment.
