It had been a harrowing few days. The escape from Felucia was harrowing and bittersweet. Anbira had been eager for such a chance to return to the galaxy after four years of monastic isolation. His spiritual communion in the jungle with Jedi masters of the past had given him the skills to become such a mystic, but he knew in his heart that he was untested. The breakout from Felucia's imperial stronghold was testament to that.

Rognan Dar and Wei Wu Wei had been the first friendly faces of the living he'd seen in years. Within an hour, he was alone again. He had no idea as to Rognan's fate. Wei evacuated in a separate ship, and the two parted ways, pursued by imperial forces and a sinister agent of the dark side.

That was a week ago. Anbira had since left his stolen transport behind, and booked passage on a half dozen transports across the outer rim. Where he was going, he did not know. He trusted only his feelings to guide him, knowing that he was a leaf on the wind.

His age-worn stormtrooper armor was long-since recognizable as anything imperial standard issue. He'd bartered in several backwater trading depots for the sundries to repair what was worn out, so that his garments were now more or less unique, with only the hint of a past behind them. His lightsaber, a unique and tell-tale weapon, was kept hidden in a nondescript courier's pouch at his side. On Nal Hutta, he appeared as any rough & tumble spacer would. His hard features blended well with the harshness of his surroundings.

That was fine and well, but Anbira was not content to hide. He needed to find others like him, as Obi Wan had suggested. The Jedi Order was a flickering candlelight, the last embers of a once mighty fire that brought light to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. To do anything else but embrace this destiny would be to squander all the hope that had been placed in him.

In the meantime, there was work to be done. Anbira had found himself in the employ of a smuggler named Jelaad, who brokered contraband into the Imperial sectors toward the mid core. He had no illusions that Jelaad had anything on his agenda other than profit, but his employ was useful to the Jedi. A man in such a business would have many connections, and some of those might lead to the Rebel Alliance. Anbira's former enemies were idealogues, and rumored to consider some Jedi among its ranks of freedom fighters.

Anbira's use to Jelaad was also fairly simple. Through more than a few brawls, the Jedi had proven he had the brawn to protect the smuggler's interests. He accompanied supply convoys, and saw that Jelaad's property was kept safe. Fortunately, Jelaad was not entirely specific as to the why and how of his job, and he hadn't had to kill anyone, or reveal his true nature. If Jelaad knew he was a Jedi, he would turn him into the Empire in an instant. Anbira would be an impressive bargaining chip for a man who was constantly in trouble with Imperial entanglements. For now, he plied his trade with a telescoping staff. Jelaad's underlings had seen enough of his prowess not to question his eccentric weapon choice.

This mission was a mercy mission - of sorts. Medicine to be specific. Jelaad was shipping seven crates of anti-inflammatory serum to Corellia, where it would be unloaded at costs that the Empire and its taxed and tarriffed drug providers could not match.

It was the closest thing to the right thing that Anbira had been involved with in some time. Hopefully, it would bear fruit.