"But I thought the point was to teach how to not attract attention," Mits comments.

Boss face and secretary are both taken aback.  Boss wipes his brow with a handkerchief.  "Goodness gracious.  Of course I would not be so foolish or suicidal as to ask for the beheading of a Moff.  Nor do I expect you to do something else that will get my neighborhood tortured and killed in the long run.  So I'll leave the figuring of solutions to problems to you and learn from your expertise in subtlety.  Thank you for the help."

He slides 3 cred chips over.  Mits grabs one.  "You're welcome!"

She restrains herself from bragging how many more zeroes she was paid in her last temp job.
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  "That makes much more sense, we're not used to people asking us reasonable things."

Ikia takes one of the chips. And yes, bragging would be bad form. Ikia is grateful they are being paid at ALL rather than "we can't afford to pay you anything, but can you help anyway please?"

"Please show us where we are to be sleeping?"

Mits stifles a chuckle at Matt's comment, recalling all the silly errands she's been sent on.

Flashback:
"Wunna know what else you share in common with a dark jedi?"

"Yes. Yes, I know.  He also breathes air, eats food, and uses the bathroom.  Now are you going to complete your 'dumb quest'?  Or would you rather have nothing at all to do?"
/Flashback

"I'm expecting you'll be congratulating yourself for years to come for talking us into this, but on my end, I'll be happy to have something constructive to do rather than be bored."

Secretary face sees the group to their modest accommodations.  He gives his contact info in case the heroes need anything and heads out.

(( Planning time skip soon where you can describe the kinds of minor quests you successfully complete over the next few days.  ))
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  Montage ensues!

  Plumbing fixed! (Wookies make poor sink owners)

  Wallets found! (it was behind your sofa not stolen)

  Mittens Bored! (Throw paper airplanes at her to swat down like godzilla)

  You don't get paid for that last one!

Ikia decided the best use of her time was to teach some basic self-defense techniques to those of this residential area who wished to learn any. While most of what she knows are jedi techniques, she is careful to go over the most basic stuff that could just as easily be considered karate (for the empty-handed techniques) or kendo (for the more sword-like techniques that a plain old stick works just fine with).

Between classes, though, Ikia does seem focused on getting the people to be extra aware of their surroundings. She wants them to know their exits, alleys, fire escapes, basements, and hidden passages. There is much to be said for home turf advantage.

Mits helps the others rid the 'hood of thugs by teaching the locals how to scare them:

Thug finds a wilted rose on his pillow.  When he demands what it means, the landlord gasps and wets himself!  "Reluctant" to say anything, he is eventually "forced" to give details about The Black Rose - a crazy Mandilorian hunter who makes sport of torturing people to death.  Hunts sentients like a highly territorial predator hunts prey.  My cousin told me his best friend's uncle's body was found clogging the meat grinder of a nurfburger factory a mere 36 hours after a black rose was found on his pillow.  Then the cousin's best friend went missing 24 hours later, never to be seen again.

Most thugs don't need any more convincing but a few need to have a laser dot appear on their chest, or another thug that was beaten by Ikea's students who doesn't want to talk about his mysterious injuries, or having a mysterious mass of hair found in their plumbing before they run for their lives - their dark imaginings running wild.

Mits of course enjoys the giant gorilla game.

"Never did manage to find The Black Rose.  Loved that they frustrated even an obsessive Dark Inquisitor to the point of giving up."

  Matt didn't have any hand in the Black Rose shenanigans.

 'Why is there ketchup in our mustard bottle!?'  'Why is their mustard in our ketchup bottle!?'

  That would be crazy.

Ikia does her usual preparations for preparing for bed; She sits at the edge of the bed, having changed from robes to pajamas, and is folding her freshly washed jedi robes into a perfectly neat pile of clothing, which she sets near her bed. Ikia isn't O.C.D., she is just very orderly.

At last the group is met by a rebel pilot.  He's a Sulistan wearing a shabby jumpsuit, so he fits right in.  "I'm your pickup.  But you'll have to wear disguises to get to the warehouse.  Then hide in boxes till I load you up in my ship and jump.  Won't be comfy.  Any questions?"

"Does this mean we're already members?" Mits asks.

"Eh...  Practically.  I'm sure there'll be formalities to go through when we get to base.  Nice work on that parade business.  I hear the Moff's been a laughingstock ever since."

  "Just what kind of boxes are involved?"  Eh, at least meditating is good for passing boring rides.

Ikia looks up at the rebel. "Thank you. What kind of disguises?"

"Disguises like whatever you can get your hands on that'll make you look like poor warehouse workers.  Dirty coveralls for example.  Up to you.  The crates are standard large animal transports.  You're being smuggled as pigs.  Customs doesn't like the smell so they tend not to peek inside."

The caper is pulled off without a hitch!  Once underway, the pilot opens the crates.  "Welcome aboard the Chuck Wagon.  We're on our way to a secret Alliance training base.  We'll be about a day getting there."

Mits cheers.  "Yay!  Thanks for the pickup!"

  Yup. Very glad for Jedi Meditation about now.

  "So, just how robust is the training?  It's hard to imagine you hiding a full scale setup even with how big space is."  It would be wildly incredulous for there to be advanced enough VR facilities to sneak onto people in their sleep and trick them into believing everyone was dying, for example.

Ikia took the entire smuggling in stride just like her two allies. And yeah... meditation. Prolly paid off for all three.

Ikia will be impressed if Alliance training is in any way more than anything she and her allies are used to from Jedi training. Well, OK... they might train her to use a blaster. 9.9 But honestly she would appreciate that because her aim currently sucks.

The pilot scoffs.  "Tsh.  Nothing you all need to worry about, I'll bet.  The three of you somehow managed to bypass a Moff's security, get away unscathed, and hide under his nose for days undetected.  I'd be surprised if they don't just wave the usual entry level training and twist your arms to go straight to elite qualification trials.  Hard to say for sure, though.  Things are in constant flux.  You might wind up with some stickler for the old ways who insists you have to go through two weeks of basic like 'everyone else.'  Even though plenty don't go through basic.

"You all must've had some kinda training already that should count against that, though.  You all former security?  Law enforcement?  Military?"

Mits considers.  "Kindofa combo.  And we're going to make some strange demands of our recruiter.  How likely is it that they'll get peeved if we tell them we can't promise to always go where ordered because we answer to a... um...  higher authority?"

The pilot sweatdrops.  "I'm sure they'll take what they can get.  They may treat you like mercs...  but don't expect big paychecks.  No one makes big creds in the Alliance.  I hear Alliance admirals make less than what Empire Sergeants make."

Mits shrugs.

  "Fixing the family speeder lends to affixing premade explosives in a rushed situation, apparently.  I'd hate to have to do anything technical from scratch though.  Getting paid at all is a change of pace but I will light you on fire with my mind if you tell the ones writing the checks I said that... Okay at most I'd make you're pants fall down in public. I am bad with threats."

Ikia says, "They may deal with me how they wish. My training background is my own and they can live without knowing."

Matt's last statement makes Ikia let out a quick breath as if stifling a chuckle, and she wears a Mona Lisa smile for half a second before she manages to keep a straight face again. "I am sure whatever we say to the Alliance, they will have heard it before."

Mits busts out laughing!  She's especially happy to see Ikea smile for once.

The pilot chuckles at the threats.  He clearly doesn't believe Matt can light people on fire with his mind.

"I'd say the majority of us working stiffs in the Alliance feel the same way.  Don't need anyone telling the brass to cut wages for our co-workers.  That just leads to cuts for everyone."

He nods to Ikea.  "Heh.  Yeah, I'll bet.  With such a motley crew, I'm sure the brass won't bat an eye at your mysterious background."

Mits grins and thumbs-ups.  "Alrighty then!"

The group arrives without incident!

  Surprising! The incident must be scheduled for 10 minutes after landing then.

  "Thanks for the lift, hopefully the view here has more variety than Coruscant." an entire planet of urban sprawl gets a bit samey when the only architecture styles are 'Slum' and 'future city type 17'.

Ikia gives a polite bow to the pilot. "Thank you again." and goes where directed in order to get in touch with the nearest rebellion recruiter.

She has no idea Mittens is happy Ikia smiled... Mittens seems to always be happy! Mittens will sort her out... eventually......... maybe.
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the planet has an Earth-like climate and appearance.  From jungles to deserts.  No cities.

The pilot nods to the group. "Sorry, but the garrison isn't located for nice scenery.  And you're welcome."

He flies into a canyon then into a huge natural cave that opens into the side of the canyon, and docks.  Inside is a small fleet of x-wings and a few larger ships.  Once the ship lands, a small ground crew gets to work sweeping the ship and doing various bits of maintenance.

The group is led to a pre-fab office building and introduced to a recruiter.

"Welcome to Dunkope," he greets, "I trust your ride was acceptable?"

Mits thumbs-ups.  "I'll cut to the chase.  We're beginner level Jedi.  Whe're here on our teachers' orders to help you all harass the Empire."

"Well well well," the recruiter answers, folding his arms, looking impressed, "I figured at least a few of your kind survived.  But can you prove what you say?  Got any Jedi powers you can demonstrate?"

Mits grins impishly and reaches for her lightsaber.
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  "Unfortunate emphasis on the beginner level."  Paperclips flee in terror from a rubber band ball chasing them around the desk.

Ikia holds her lightsaber up and it levitates above her hand. "Telekinesis is the most obvious jedi power to use for display purposes. Thank you for the warm welcome." she says before taking her saber and holding it. She has no idea what Mittens is planning, so she keeps her eyes on Mittens to see what she does.

Mits was gunna do the floaty thing with the lightsaber, but Ikea beat her to it.  She giggles at the paperclip chase.

The recruiter jumps a little in surprise, "For a second there, I thought that was a scorpion running across my desk.  be careful putting your shoes on in this place."

He nods to Ikea, "You're welcome.  Thanks for coming."

To Mits he says, "You came to the right place for Empire harassment training..."

Mits smiles and her pigtails spin around.  "Sweet!"

The recruiter sweatdrops.  "I have a lot of questions.  Why an emphasis on beginner level?  How do you go about getting more advanced?  How did you get past the Moff's security and slip away undetected?  What other Jedi abilities do you have?  Can anyone learn those abilities?"

Mits recounts the adventure for the recruiter and leaves the other questions for her friends.