Who: Serra Keto What: The arrival Where: A busy street in L.A. When: Backdated a few days ago Rating: PG Status: Narrative. Complete
Those who said the Jedi had tireless energy hadn't ever seen one of the missions the Jedi usually undertook. In the case of Serra Keto, the last mission had been particularly brutal. She was assigned to defend a planet that was under siege by the Separatists. As soon as she saw the first wave of the Separatist attack, she knew it would be bad. Thousands of droids were rampaging through the battle, blaster fire was whizzing past her in a never ending stream. It was Hell on Coruscant, to put it one way. The mission had been successful, but at the cost of several several hundred soldiers and countless civilians caught in the crossfire. Needless to say, she wasn't in the best of moods.
Serra walked through the halls of the Jedi Temple. She had a scheduled meeting with the Council soon, which she was definitely not looking forward to. Call her selfish, but she needed a break. the war wasn't going to be won in a series of concurrent battles over three neutral world. She would gladly defend the people in a world being besieged by the Separatists; that was what they did. But the fact was she was feeling tired, and needed some time to recharge.
Suddenly, she sensed something was off just before it hit her full force. It was like a wave of disorientation that struck out of nowhere. Serra barely managed to hold on to her sabers. Somehow she managed it, though. She gripped the weapons tightly as her surroundings appeared to distort around her. The effect slowly cleared, and she saw people and other things that made no sense. Then it was over, and the temperature was suddenly much warmer.
Serra instinctively drew her lightsabers, in case there was trouble. Serra looked around her. There were people around in droves, and there were buildings of a design she didn't recognize. Where the hell was she? And why was it so warm? This couldn't be Coruscant, because the temperature was regulated carefully there, and none of the shops resembled this style of building. People were staring at her lightsabers, some with wide-eyed expressions. Serra didn't understand until she looked down and realized her style of clothing was very different from what the masses were wearing. What the hell? Where the hell was she? This looked like one of the planets in the Outer Rim that wasn't quite up to standard, rather than one of the planets she was used to in the Core. Was she suddenly transported across the galaxy to the Outer Rim through some weapon of mysterious design? Her first thought was the Separatist. Was the planet under attack?
She thought it sounded rational, but that didn't feel right, somehow. And then she caught sigh of the transports they were using. Wheeled transports, unlike the advanced speeders in the Republic. Oh Sith. Something told her this wasn't going to be the routine mission of acquiring a transport and getting back to Coruscant. A computer, she thought suddenly. She had to find a computer and access the HoloNet. That would tell her everything she needed to know. Serra sheathed her lightsabers. She felt a little self-conscious in her choice of attire, but she pushed it to the side like a true Jedi would. She would just have to act subtle and do as the population was doing, in order to not arouse more attention to herself. With a game plan in mind, she set off to find her source of information.