Entry 25: Seylott

After sloshing through mud in the pouring rain for five hours we finally found a group of Seylott natives. They were impressive looking beings—tall and muscular with very long arms. Their necks were so thick and that they are often described as neck-less. They speak crude Basic, but it is understandable. It was determined that the mining companies did not get permission to set up operation in the area. In fact when the natives protested the company's appearance on their hunting grounds they were run off by the mining camp's security.

As soon as it was determined the miners did not have a legitimate claim, the GA Intelligence Captain appeared to be very anxious to get rid of us Jedi. She sent out a signal to the base camp and had a troop transport locate the closest clearing that could be used as a landing zone. We were thanked for our assistance and then we were quickly escorted to the LZ. From there we boarded a transport ship to be whisked back to the base camp and then to our shuttle.

It wasn't until we were away from the troopers that I asked my Master what was going on.

"Didn't you read the brief on the planet?" she asked.

"Yeah." Which was true.

"Did you bother researching what Phrik ore is used for?" my aunt asked.

I shook my head. My aunt looked at Ben. "How about you?"

"No," Ben admitted.

She gave us a severe look. "That is part of being a Jedi. You're not privates in the Army who simply have to show up to formation. You research your mission!"

My face burned from the rebuke. She was right, though. I just showed up and did what I was told. That's not really the mark of a true leader.

"Phrik is one of the few metals that is resistant to lightsabers," My father pointed out.

My Aunt Mara smirked. "We were requested to help find the Seylott people, but while we were in hyperspace that request was countermanded by GA Intelligence."

"We retrieved the message when we reverted to real space, but we pretended we didn't receive the second message," my father said. "We hoped we wouldn't be sent away. That would probably make what they were doing look suspicious. We wanted to see what was going on."

"What do you think the GA is doing?" I asked.

My Master shrugged. "Probably nothing nefarious. Phrik is one of the most resistant metals in the galaxy and would be useful in most military applications. They probably wanted to kick the civilian contractors out and nationalize the mines for the GA military."

"Or the anti-Jedi segments of the GA might want to stockpile the metal to make Jedi resistant armor or battle droids," my father continued.

Ben shook his head. "Why would they want to do that?"

Aunt Mara gave us an unsympathetic look. "Why would Palpatine want to purge the universe of thousands of Jedi?"

My father frowned sadly. "Sometimes Jedi just get in the way."

I can't imagine any scenario where the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi would be enemies, but maybe I just don't have a good enough imagination.

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine at the very thought. Hopefully, my dad and Master are just being paranoid, but now I understand why they wanted us to chat up the soldiers and why my aunt suddenly became gregarious. We were spying on the GA.

Interesting.