From the journal of Fryn Kenlyl.
From Angie’s Sigil, we contracted a vessel called Tranquil to take us to our next destination. I feared it might be an ironic name, but that was not the case. The crew were quite pleasant for the duration of the journey, and they had some business at our destination, as well. I suspected them of smuggling, but my attempts to find proof thereof were fruitless.
As we approached the planet, our ship was struck by many arrows. Though they did no harm to the vessel, it did cause us to wonder what kind of reception we might receive on this collection of floating rocks.
After setting down safely, we delivered the missive, an agreement of some kind between the settlers of this very strange rock and the Alliance. We also inquired as to the source of the arrows we were struck by, and the settlers told us of a hostile race of bird people. Thinking it wise to intervene while we were here, we trekked across the alien planet to find these hostiles and reason with them.
We happened first upon a tribe of bird people who were not nearly as hostile as we’d been led to believe, and we made the offering of peace to them. Having done so, we were then approached by a different race of bird people who we were then obligated to transfer our offering to. I’m regretful that we had to take back the tribute from the more kindly natives, but so it goes. We agreed upon a meeting place for the hostiles to meet the settlers and work out some kind of treaty whereby all might be appeased.
En route to the meeting, Daenes suggested convincing the more friendly bird people to ally with the settlers against the hostiles. While I fear the situation will inevitably come to that, I was loathe to push the planet’s inhabitants toward hostility if I could avoid (or even delay) it.
In the end, we reached an agreement that satisfied no one, with the additional threat of Allied intervention if the settlers continue to be harassed by the bird people. While we knew the Alliance couldn’t spare military personnel for such an engagement, we hoped the threat might maintain the fragile balance we struck.
Now on our way once again, I have time to contemplate our actions of the past few days and the delicate nature of balance. The peace we bartered for perches on a razor’s edge, and it may fall at any time. Balance is a narrow target, with a small step to either side resulting in an imbalance that perpetuates itself by its very nature. I believe it is the Force that has kept such an imbalance from occurring in the multiverse and causing all of existence to plummet into a permanent state of imbalance. This is our charge as Jedi, and today — if just for a time — we succeeded.