Kaerls Kiast System Planet Side
The winds howled as the snow littered landscape made up the majority of the moon Kaerls. The moon’s surface experienced constant streams of snow blizzards and harsh winters but made for a suitable moon to settle. Upon the surface of the moon had one central spaceport where ships that brought supplies for the settlements that called this place home and the garrison of troops stationed in Vestaad stayed in a constant state of flow. Bustling traders and freighters moved in and out of the spaceports hangars, keeping the stock of items always stocked.
Among the several freighters and personal starships, a large transport shuttle arrived out of orbit and made its way to one of the many hangars the spaceport harbored. Several passengers exited the transport grabbing bags and waiting for other individuals. Among them, Doku Rivendare, magistrate to the Consul of Clan Odan-Urr and headmaster of The Praxeum made his way out of the transport and into the central trading area, securing his robe and concealing his lightsaber underneath it.
Making his way through the market he could tell that it was always business as usual. Traders at the spaceport dealt with all kinds of items; droids, food, some even traded in ship parts and blasters but the peace was always kept. Aside from the random thievery the spaceport was for all intents and purposes, calm. Doku made his way through the crowd making his way to a ground transport station. Walking up to the terminal he could see a set number of locations as well as a basic search function
“Now what was the name of the place I was told about?” Doku said as he reached into his belt and pulled a small piece of paper. Unrolling the paper he could see a name written hastily in some sort of colored ink.
“The Tipsy Tusken, hmm, very catchy.” He chuckled to himself as he keyed in name on the terminal. A few moments later a droid driving a landspeeder pulled up to the terminal where he was standing and notified his passenger. The droid made audible noises that sounded like confirmation of destination as Doku stepped into the landspeeder. Securing his seat the droid began piloting the land speeder to its destination.
A couple of hours had passed as the speeder cut through canyons and traversed over some of the frozen lakes. Doku had leaned back in his seat to get a comfortable position, the speeder’s passenger seat wasn’t as comfortable as the transport ships but it would do. The droid made an audible beep which brought Doku’s attention to the front.
In the distance a large outpost could be seen in the distance. The speeder cut a hard left as it made its way to the front of the building. A sign could be seen on the front of the building with the name The Tipsy Tusken Cantina as the speeder began to decelerate to a stop. Once the speeder came to a complete stop, Doku was able to hop out of the passenger seat and made his way towards the entrance. The droid piloting the speeder made several audible beeps that sound excited as it began to pull away and make its way back to the spaceport.
Entering the cantina you could clearly see why the Clan would use this place as a sort of base of operations. While the inside of the cantina stayed busy constantly the building housed several side rooms, some designed as secret meeting points for those individuals that need a quiet place for a conversation. Today however was not one of those days, Doku had been told that this place was known for its strong drinks and comradery and he was in desperate need of both.
Pulling his hood back he walked up to the bar and sat at one of the many stools. Signaling the bartender he was ready to have a couple of drinks and reflect on the prior days happenings.
Waza walked up to the main door of the bar and shook the weather off and looked around; catching sight of a group of new recruits he sees a mercenary. Piquing his interest he sees Zusana Zemenova she is human and has a graceful power to her movement in the group. Waza thinks to himself ‘I guess I’m developing a type.’ As they approach Waza introduces himself, “Hello new recruits, I’m Waza Sunrider. Care to join me inside? First round is on me. Welcome to the Clan.” Waza meets the gaze of Zusana and for a moment both stare into each other’s eyes. “You can call me Sue, Sinister Sue and I’ll take that drink.” Following the group in and sitting at several tables they settle in. Waza flags down the server and tells them the first round of this group is on him. Sitting down next to Sue, Waza strikes up a conversation hoping it goes well. “So how did you come to join us here? I’ve been here and traveled the galaxy for the last 35 years. This Clan has a lot to offer and the people are pretty nice if I do say so myself.” Waza chuckled. Cringing internally he knew his first impression wasn’t the best, but he kept a smile on his face and plunged ahead.
After a couple of months, Wenet had finally settled in her clan. She was part of the family, a real Odanite and a proud one. Most days she spent at the Jedi Praxeum, studying and training but today she was found at the Tipsy Tusken.
In the far corner of the main room, Wenet was sitting in a booth, but not alone. Next to her sat a Falleen woman. The woman was leaning back in her seat, holding a drink in her hand. She peered over the rim of the glass, scanning the cantina. ”So this is what you swapped your life for?” she asked in an unimpressed tone. ”you could come back you know… you’re bunk is still free” she added, looking at the Kushiban.
Wenet smiled, ”I appreciate it.. but this is my life now. I want to make a difference.” “And with us you couldn’t?” the Faleen replied with a raised brow. For a moment Wenet’s fur colour fluctuated and her ears dropped ”eh.. I.. I didn’t.. I didn’t mean it like that” she stammered in response. ”I know” the woman laughed, ”I’m just messing with you.. but I… I understand what you mean.” ”I do miss you guys…” Wenet said softly as she stared at her half empty glass on the table. ”all of us?” The Woman asked trying to make eye contact with the Kushiban *”you never told me what happened between you and Vomaar… and he hasn’t said anything either.. was he the reason you decided to leave?” Immediately Wenet looked up, again the colour of her fus fluctuated but before she could answer she heard a familiar voice welcoming the new recruits.
Immediately noticing the old man’s body language, Wenet rolled her eyes at Waza. She let out a sigh and returend her attention back to the Falleen who was still waiting for an answer. ”it’s not important… and I didn’t leave because of him… I just wanted something different. Smugglers life isn’t for me.” ”really? You were pretty good at it”
Sue clutches the drink giving a big smile and wink. Pleasantries have always been her strength. She wrestles in her mind with what to tell her gentle new friend. Do I start with losing both parents at 8 years old? Maybe how Tuskens helped me survive. “Survive”…the one word that resonates with her daily. All decisions driven by one goal…survive. Her outward appearance would tell a different story. Clad in dark leather, she quickly brushes her long blond hair from her face, revealing soft brown eyes with electric tan swirls. They are piercing and very unusual. There is nothing subtle about her , quite the opposite. She drifts back to her response. Perhaps I tell him how I’ve survived, by becoming indentured to the Spice Cartels, to save those that saved me. Her mind processes all this in a short time and she quickly decides a simple “cheers” is the best option for now. Leather was a bad fashion choice, it’s far too cold here and her Tatooine blood is thin and not enjoying the drastic change. This drink will do nothing help that, but perhaps it will help suppress the constant stress of the current situation. Sue looks at the Tipsy Tusken sign behind the bar and it takes her back to her childhood. She owes them everything and it’s is a bond she will not break. In a moment she is reminded why she is here…survive. Her right hand slides down towards her boot, Sephie immunization shots in her side pant leg. While she adores their ears and colors, they can make for a deadly interaction under the wrong circumstances. Further down on the outside of her high bootleg she runs her fingers over the 8 mini knives carefully concealed and undetectable. Her new friend seems harmless if not kind , but chances are not a luxury she can not afford . She thinks of the knives as “sisters”, back up in a cruel world. The alcohol has made its way through her and she feels reassurance she is in good company , at least for the time…
Like a virulent poodoo storm, the Cantina doors slid open and the Proconsul of Clan Odan-Urr stepped inside. In tow was Vao, his architect droid and haughty trainer and Worbie. A walking carpet equipped with burn marks to his fur, evidence of his explosive evening the night before.
Long black dreadlocks fell down around the Kiffar’s shoulders and he flashed everyone his trademark smile as his resplendent Emerald eyes scanned the patrons.
“Master Sol, what brings you here today?”
“The best Rancor’s Breath in the galaxy and these fine people, friend.” He leaned against the bar propping one leg on an adjacent stool.
“Gui, remember what happened last time you dran-” Vao began with his gibberish that Gui silenced with two fingers.
“Relax, pal. What’s the worst that could happen.”
Worbie, the large Wookie snickered in a series of snorts as he took a seat.
“Anything exciting going on in Okami space?” He began to break the ice with an inviting demeanor that spoke to his character. Gui was ready to mingle and his tongue began to tingle as he slammed back the bubbling brew.
Wenet grabbed the glass off the table and took a swig, ”It was fun.. and you guys taught me a lot, but definitely not the life for me” she replied with a smile. The Falleen woman smiles back at her, ”glad to hear it wasn’t all bad…” she stopped talking and looked over at the door, watching as the Kiffar, Wookiee and a droid enter.
Wenet noticed how her friend was staring, so she looked as well. ”That’s Master Sol” she said. ”really…. Hmm interesting” the woman began to smirk. ”Zoomy.. please don’t embarrass me. Please…. Just don’t.” Frowning the woman replied ”When did I ever embarrass you?” The Kushiban brought her tiny paw to her chin, ”Ehm.. let me think.. every single time we went to a bar.” Both of them stare at each other and then burst out laughing ”Ok. Ok.. true.. can’t help myself, Wenet… but I’ll try to behave… so whose who?” Azūmi asked, changing the subject.
Immediately Wenet’s ears twitched with joy. ”Well… like I said, that’s Master Sol. And over there at the table, is Waza…” she nods at the table but her companion doesn’t seem to know who she’s referring to. ”the one that keeps looking awkwardly at the pretty woman” ”I don’t blame him.. she’s gorgeous.. maybe I should introduce myself” the Falleen wiggles with her brow. ”I don’t know her, I think she’s a new recruit…” ”hmm intriguing..” her female companion replied with a mischievous smile on her face. ”Anyways” Wenet responds a bit annoyed and continued to point out the people she knew *”*The fellow at the bar is Doku, don’t know him very well, but he’s the new Magistrate of the clan.”
Waza notices the distant look in Sue’s eyes and waits for the memory to pass. “Cheers” she says and takes a drink. “Do you have a mentor yet to show you the ropes and help you out with Brotherhood things?” Waza asks. “No, I don’t, let me guess you’d be happy to help a girl like me?” Sue said with a sly smile. “Well, that’s not how I meant it, but yeah I’d help you out if you want.” I can introduce you to some of the beings I’ve been traveling with lately. Wenet is around here somewhere, she is a Kushiban. She is adorable but ferocious and a skilled warrior. I think she is behind us somewhere.” Waza turns in his seat and sees several of the Clan have gathered tonight. Spotting Wenet sitting with a Faleen female Waza asks Sue if she would like to go over to their table. Grabbing their drinks and making the way over to the table Waza waves to Wenet. “Mind if we join you all, I have a new recruit with me. Her name is Sue.” Waza says as they get close to the table.
”the awkward man is coming our way” her friend says. Wenet quickly turned to see Waza followed by the pretty woman making their way across the room.
”I don’t mind at all” the Falleen replied before Wenet could say anything. She looks at Waza and then let her eyes linger on the girl ”well hello.” “Greetings Waza” Wenet then interrupts before her friend can say anything embarrassing. ”Of Course you may join us.. this is Azūmi Pūķis, an old colleague of mine” ”Old!?” Azūmi responds but then continues to talk to the others “it’s a pleasure to meet you” she says looking them up and down before pointing at the empty seats.
”yeah. Pleasure…and eh.. welcome” Wenet adds with a bit of a stammer.
Gui looks over his shoulder and notices that a group is assembling at the table in the corner.
“Eh, everything has been quiet lately. The Mandos come in from time to time. A rowdy bunch.”
Gui laughed.
“Listen, send a round of drinks when I join my friends over there.” He pointed with his thumb before slapping a stack of credits onto the bar. “All drinks are on me tonight.” He smiled again before spinning on his heels and straightening his robes.
He made his way to the group and nonchalantly bowed to them.
“May I?”
Sue notices Gui , her mind immediately thinks of the lack of intimacy in her life. No time for that . Stay focused. We have a target and if we don’t deliver we are at risk. Her head turns back to Waza the welcoming stranger. The cartel knows nothing of this gathering and new alliance. One she hopes will play to her agenda. She formally introduces herself to the group. Zusana Zemenova. No need for the dreaded nickname. Her eyes glance to Wendent. She gives a long gazing look into her eyes , trying to read. She senses a genuine kindness. Perhaps just for a night, we can let our guard down. None of our new friends know our peril and why should they. Tonight is about the clan, tomorrow we seek our target. This is not the most ideal planet to take them out either. Crawling with Jedi and the like. Sue is a well trained warrior, perhaps one of the best coming from Tusken upbringing and cartel assassin training. However, Jedi could be more of a challenge than we need. We will track the target and decide. Her mind wanders as to why her gear, clothes , weapons and ship are all the best of the best. One would think we would want to be discreet. No…the Empress of the cartel is advertising… advertising her greatest weapon. The paint on the ship was still somewhat wet when we took off. She wants all to know. We have a target on our back. She wishes to test my strength, my loyalty. We will play this game for now. We have survived worse and she is grossly underestimating me. Having been mostly alone since the age of 8 other than the Tuskens , Sue feels both awkward and excited. She is 20 now but battle hardened beyond her years. As the conversations swirls around her she brings herself back. Let tonight be about new friends and good company . She blurts out. “The next round is on me” friends … what are those … perhaps we learn tonight .
“you certainly may” Zoomy replied and glimpsed at her furry friend who was obviously feeling uncomfortable. She winked at Wenet, “I’m Azūmi..” and points at the empty seat.
Wenet was indeed feeling uneasy, she didn’t really know how to behave. “Greetings Master Sol, I was just telling Waza and our new friend here that I know Zoomy from my life before the clan… we were part of the same crew” she explained without giving to much details on the shady business she used to be in.
Wenet looks at Sue in a different way than her green skinned companion did. Her’s was a look of curiosity, wondering what her story is. She then looks at Zoomy who is now eying Master Sol. With her tail she pokes the Falleen in an attempt to make her stop being so obvious.
That moment a sever droid comes over to take their order “I’ll have a Tsiraki” Wenet says, remembering the drink from a Brotherhood party a while ago. “A Spiced ale for me” Zoomy says and looks at the others “What are you having?” she askes them..
Ryan entered the cantina, careful to adjust his cravat before entering, its white silk carefully tied just-so. He smiled shyly to see so many of his fellow Odanites around and was glad he decided to change into his usual evening dress to make a gallant impression rather than simply showing up dressed in his robes or his training attire. He bore little evidence of the hard hours of wrestling and martial arts training from earlier in the day. Instead, he was in elegant, formal attire, a deep purple in hue with platinum-colored accents. He looked every bit the Tapani fop he was raised as and that’s how he liked it, though his calloused knuckles and the muscular frame visible under his outfit let people know that he was stylish, but not weak. After all, just because he could crush bone with his bare hands did not mean he could not dress with elegance and comportment.
Ryan shyly sat at the bar, a bit too reserved to approach his fellow Odanites just yet. Given his abstention from alcohol (most of the time at least) he puzzled how anyone talked to anyone without its socially lubricating effects. He ordered his usual, a non-alcoholic Tapani fruit punch as he scanned the crowd and people watched.
Waza sees the glance of the eyes and senses the wave of emotion as Gui walks up to the group and felt it slam shut faster than it became a thing. Waza knew he was out of that dance to find someone who could fill the empty space Jho had left when she joined the force. Now is the time to bring in new people and make them feel welcome. Through the conversation and stories, Waza sees the unmistakable finery of a Tapani noble family. ‘Could that be Xander?’ Waza pondered, ‘No the galaxy is too big for him to wander into a place like this.’ It had been years since he traveled with the rebellion crew and battled the Empire. His memory of those times lost in pain and time. As the person came closer to the bar Waza could tell it was not his friend from days past but another from the same region of space. Waza did not see a light foil on his waist denoting the upper class of Tapani society, wondering if that was even still a thing after suffering at the hands of the empire. Waza watched him settle in at the bar and people watch. ‘Well my friend till you speak to us I’ll wonder who you are. Enjoy your drink.’ Waza looks at the new comer till eye contact is made and raises his drink in salute and invitation then turns back to his own table and the conversations to be had. “So Azumi did you teach Wenet here how to operate ships cannons, recently she worked on my ship and did an amazing job. Went a little wild with it too. It was a sight to behold.” Waza said laughing.
Instead of blushing, the colour of the Kushiban’s fur changed when Waza mentioned her manning the guns on his ship. Azūmi glimpsed at her, noticing the change if colour and smiled “never underestimate Wenet, she has many talents” she chuckled “but, no.. that wasn’t me. That would be Vomaar, our Balosar crew mate” she added. Just the mention of the name caused Wenet’s fur to become darker.
Making room around the table for everyone joining them Waza flags down a server and asks the server for another table and more chairs.
“Looks like a get together now.” Waza says. “Reminds me of a time on Dantooine when I ran with a crew transporting medical supplies into war zones.” Waza begins a story, “We had this Wirutid that had somehow gotten in the ship, no one knew until we tried to clean it up. Who knew fungus could be a sentient species. It was a crazy time. He made for a good spy when we needed info on some situations. We had some good nights around a campfire back then.”
As music and voices fill the air, everyone has gone a couple of rounds and feeling happy. Stories are shared, expanded, corrected, and laughed about. Good memories are flooding in from the past. Suddenly Waza stands up as a new song starts from the band in the corner.
“Wenet lets dance.” Waza says and scoops up the Kushiban and heads to the middle of the floor singing the lyrics of the song as the notes fill the air. After some flashy moves and grooving, the pair return to the table laughing. Waza looks between Sue and Azumi, “ok ladies; who is next for a spin around the dance floor?” Waza says as he extends his hand.
Wenet’s eyes widen in shock, but before she could refuse Waza already scooped her up. So the small Kushiban just went along with it, however being so small she didn’t do much dancing. Instead it was Waza swinging her around the room. When they returned to the table she was feeling a tad dizzy, especially after having a couple of big people sized drinks.
Azūmi chuckled at the state Wenet was in when they returned. “Having fun?” she asked with a big grin.
Ryan smiled at the dancing and antics as he sipped on his drink and leaned back against the bar. He was glad to be among people who did the right thing but also knew how to enjoy themselves. He was no austere monastic, nor did he miss his days in gloomy Arcona. Shy as he was outside of a martial arts training hall, he felt at home. Especially as he loved to dance and loved when others did so as well.
He gave a reserved wave of respect to the dancing Odanites and continued to drink, ensuring that his cravat and clothing was still well in place.
Wenet watched her friend dance and as always felt awkward about it, especially now that she was dancing with Waza. But then she noticed someone at the bar making a gesture towards the dancing pair. She recognized him from their last mission but never got the chance to actually talk to them.
She decided to sneak away from the table and make her way to the bar. “Hi” she said as she hopped onto an empty barstool next to Ryan. “you’re Hawkins right?” she asked bluntly as she tried to ignore the others dancing.
Ryan smiled brightly “I am. Ryan Hawkins, I teach Wruushi and other unarmed combat in the clan and to its allies.” Ryan finished his drink and signaled for another. “I am tempted now to hold a dance meetup in the training space as well given our apparent fondness for it.” Ryan looked down shyly but with a clear joy at the cheerful environment.
“My apologies for not introducing myself earlier though given the exigency I’m sure you understand my not making my introductions and welcomes.”
Gui rocked back in his seat and crossed his legs with his arms resting on the back of the booth. He smiled and laughed as he watched the gathering.
The destruction of his home, Harakoa, known by most as New Tython was a thought that often plagued his mind. It was alot for a child to handle. But now he was grown and preparing for war. The darkness would be illuminated soon enough.
Darth Pravus having labeled the Jedi undesirables laid waste to their world. Slaughtering those he had grown with. Nearly eradicating the order.
Yet as he sat back in his seat he saw the future of his order before him and the negativity melted away. He hoped that he could keep them safe, protect them. A life of peace, of laughter, of dance. Harmony with the Force. That’s what he wanted for them, for the Galaxy.
They were his family. He would die for any one of them.
There he sat, in quiet reflection. Worbie walked up to Wenet and Ryan as they talked about Wruushi. His architect droid, Vao, was talking to random patrons, regaling them with history they probably couldn’t care less about.
Even in a time of growing darkness. He smiled. His attention shifted to their newest member, Zusana. Her long blonde hair was the color of the wheat fields of Corellia. He had seen them twice in his life. They were a sight to behold. She was well built and stunning. He couldn’t help but to feel a bit nervous, but with Gui that never lasted long.
“So you go by Sue?”
Meanwhile at the bar, Wenet had seen her friend dance with Waza. It made her nauseous so she had turned away and focused on Hawkins and Worbie. They talked about Wuurshi. As a warrior herself she was genuinely interested in it, she even considered signing up for Ryan’s classes. Not just because she actually wanted to learn, she liked Hawkins and the fact that she had a couple of ‘big people’ drinks she felt a little infatuated by him. But despite the alcohol, the small Kushiban wasn’t delusional so she didn’t act on it.
Ryan remained cheerful as he talked with Wenet though he tried his best to shift topics after a bit to know more about her. He knew he had a tendency to ramble on about his passions like martial arts and other combative matters and he did not want to lose his charm by appearing an uncultured ruffian who only knew how to brawl.
He took another sip of his drink and looked to Wenet, “please, tell me more about yourself before I prattle too much.”
Sue stands in applause to the dance and lets out a couple deafening whistles with her fingers on each side of her mouth. “You go Zoomy” . The elation of the moment clear on her face, she is having a good time. Sitting back down, she brushes wisps of hair from her face while blowing upwards with her mouth, trying to contain the onslaught of golden strands that seem to be falling out from all the fun. Now back in her seat albeit recklessly, Gui has arrived and made an introduction. Still smiling from the entertainment of the dance party, Gui says to her “So you go by Sue”. Sue lets out a devilish giggle and immediately washes the emotion from her face. Tilting her head to the side and dropping her eyes into Gui’s, she slowly pushes her glass to his hand. In her most serious voice she responds “That’s Miss Zemenova to you kind Sir, at least until you fill this back up”. Sue erupts in laughter putting her arm around Zoomy in the seat next to her as if to create union and support of her joke. Sue is feeling amazing, lost in the moment. Just then she see a pilot at the bar. Still in his suit with name tag reading “Blackstar”. Zaken Blackstar, there is the target right in front of us. This is too good to be true. How lucky can we get? Her mind begins to race, processing everything in front of her. The pilot looks dis-shovelled if not dirty, hasn’t shaved and scanning down to his boots, the pants are far too short. Her mind quickly calculates this is not the target and I’ve been made. The real target is here and attempting to fool me.
This will require some investigation. Sue is calculated and always shows patience and sticks to the plan. Her eyes scan the bar but no takers other than the usual gawking which has been magnified by Zoomy’s artful display. She relaxes back in her seat, deciding this chess game can’t be won at the moment and perhaps it is not even her move. She turns to Waza to give applause for his dance display and perhaps catches him at the wrong moment, she smiles and turns away giving the privacy back to their engagement. “So Mr Gui, how about that drink?”
“Myself?” her ears flattened slightly making her look shy. “I don’t mind you talking, you’re far more interesting than me” he said avoiding eye contact.
“No.. no.. please tell me something about yourself” Ryan insisted. “if you insist” Wenet shifted in her seat “well..ehm..I… eh.. I’m from Kushibah, I left when I was thirteen. It when I joined a smugglers crew” she looked over her shoulder to see where Azūmi was. Wenet saw her sitting at the table with Gui, Sue and Waza. *“The Falleen at the table with Master Sol” she stopes talking as she noticed Azumi’s hand reaching under that table. Wenet’s eyes widened ‘what happened to not embarrassing me?’ she thinks to herself. “the Falleen woman was part of my crew”
His place at the bar made it easy to observe those individuals that come and go either rather quickly and quiet, or for those individuals that like to have a good time. Doku had the sense for a mixture of both. The datapad he brought with him had school information as well as having a link to the Clans central data terminals, which in this particular moment came in very useful. It seemed several members from the clan frequent here as well, the datapad allowed him to access dossiers at a moments notice.
Moments before Master Gui arrived, two individuals that he had not met yet arrived. Waza Sunstrider, a freighter pilot and a member of the Clans more seasoned collective along with Wenet C. Bannog, a Kubishan who came in with a Faleen woman. He figured it was an individual that was close to her as there had been no record of her in the database. He noticed both Waza and Wenet exchanged conversations when she peered over in the general direction. You could see she attempted to pull others to the conversation but could also tell that the Faleen woman was the attention getter. It was better this way, having only just made it to the clan, Doku wasn’t much into conversation atm. He was more into reading up on what his new title had in store.
Taking a sip of his drink a newer individual arrived with a group of newer recruits .Zusana Zemenova, a humanoid female that stood out amongst the crowd, was also engaged by Waza and on queue no doubt, Master Gui. Like a raging snow storm he strolled right to the bar, being followed by a large wookie with what appeared to be a droid’s head strapped to his person. It wasn’t uncommon to see wookies this far out but he hadn’t seen any since his arrival. The last person he noticed who arrived was Ryan Hawkins. A y-wing pilot who also had the feeling of being a people watcher as well but was eventually called over by Wenet.
Sipping the last of his drink he could feel the sense of family that they instilled with each other, even though the attractiveness of the two women had much been a distraction. He chuckled to himself as he waved the bartender over and ordered another drink and continued in his studies. The clan databases had much to share and Doku was keen on reading as much as possible, he also enjoyed the people watching as well.
“A former smuggler? How roguish.” Ryan smiled “though I suppose I would be one to talk about shady pasts for sure. I hope you’ve had an excellent welcome around here.” Ryan raised his eyes slightly to make some eye contact “it’s a good place among good people. I made some mistakes as a younger, more hot headed man, and that’s not even mentioning lightfoil dueling over women and honor and that sort of thing.”
He continued after a moment of sadness enters his eyes “but it is very good to meet you. While you are far from the first smuggler or former smuggler I’ve met you are the first Kushiban I have ever met.”
”well, most Kushiban prefer to stay on Kushibah, live their safe and boring little lives” Wenet replies to Ryan’s comment. ”But surprisingly, I have seen at least two other Kushiban at a Brotherhood party a while ago” she adds and flags over the bartender, pointing to her empty glass. ”unfortunately I didn’t get to talk to them” she continued to speak and as she did her ears flattened again. they weren’t even interested in me she thought, remembering how lonely she felt at that party.
The bartender comes over to refill their glasses. Wenet immediately noticed his drink ”what’s that?” she says and inhaled deeply, picking up on the fruity smell of the drink and the lack of alcohol.
For many years the Tipsy Tusken was a lively place full of both Odanites and those just passing through, looking to relax after long hours or vast distances. The news from across the galaxy often found its way to many ears within its walls. The sound of clinking glass grew louder as Revak carried the last crate of ‘Port in a Storm’ up from the restricted belly of the cantina. He set the crate down with a thud and began restocking the cabinet below the bar, leaving one bottle to which he hastily uncorked and placed on the shelf under a minimally adorned sign brightly displaying the name of the cantina. Revak grabbed a bar towel, inspected a few glasses that had been sitting on a rack for drying and polished each one, before filling them with a patron’s choice beverage.
Tips Tusken Cantina, a place more for bounty hunters than Jedi, but anything is worth a try. The humane woman with long brown hair and bright blue eyes thought as she skimmed over the message she received from Master Gui. The Odanites gather here and plan events of all kinds, and the young Jedi doesn’t want to miss out on that.
Therefore, she also arrived at the meeting place and entered the canteen through the main door. You can find these types of businesses all over the galaxy, even in the biggest ghetto. Each spaceport has several similar canteens.
Elyon de Neverse knew them well. Not because she was one of the lovers of the drinks served here or one of the players of all kinds who find their livelihood and entertainment in these establishments. For Elyon, these places were a source of information and a place to look for underworld players who played foul for the Jedi Order or the Republic. None of these institutions exist, but bounty hunters, thieves, frauds and those who crave power have survived.
The young Jedi scanned the staff in the room, recognizing faces or voices she heard over the comlink. She headed energetically to where Master Gui was sitting and sat down next to him. “Am I late?” She asked him and motioned for the bartender to order as well….
“oh this? It’s a particular Tapani punch beverage I’m fond of. There’s an alcoholic version but I abstain from drinking alcohol most of the time and there’s a few non-alcoholic versions. A lot of delicious fruit that is really quenching and it’s caught on a bit around here since I started telling people about it.” Ryan took a sip “I find it immensely refreshing especially after wrestling, conditioning, or hitting the heavy bag.”
Ryan looked sheepish and shy again “sorry I keep bringing the conversation back to martial arts. I must say that you seem fascinating and I, at least once I got a bit older, have become a more capable judge of character than I was as a young saber rake. So…” Ryan searches for a question “what are your hobbies?”
“Elyon, better late than never!” he laughed, squeezing her shoulder with his left hand. “I was about to order a round of drinks.” he winked at Sue.
“Surrounded by beautiful ladies. Much better than my normal company.”
“I beg your pardon, sir!” Vao, his architect droid shouted from the bar. Worbie snorted and barked some kind of insult.
Gui snarled and growled with words that the Wookiee could understand as he once again chuckled with quick inhales.
“You speak Shyriiwook?” someone asked.
“I’m a man of many talents. Bartender, how bout those drinks?”
”oh” Wenet was a bit surprised about him abstaining from drinking alcohol and made her feel a little embarrassed. She drank because she wanted to fit in. ”Well, in that case I should give it a try” Before the bartender could refill her glass she told him to give her a Tapani punch as well. It was probably for the best as they kept serving her drinks in regular sized portions or like she would say; ‘big people glasses’.
”I don’t mind, I’m a girl of action” she chuckled, ”I may be small, but I do enjoy a good fight” she added as she watched the bartender fill a new glass with the fruity punch. ”my hobbies… hmm. Anything dangerous. Explains why I’m always overly excited when we get another mission.” she lets out another chuckle before grabbing her glass. Holding it with both hands she brings it to her nose and sniffs it first ”does really smell good” she says and then takes a sip. Wenet’s eyes widened ”tastes even better”
Waza stood with his hand outstretched for half a beat to long. No one wanted to dance. So he turned his embarrassment into a dance move and headed back out to the floor and moved through the crowd. Making his way to the side and shadows he slipped away unnoticed in the crowd of many. Finding an empty table he stopped for a while to see if anyone had noticed and he could make his way out.
While Wenet was chatting at the bar, Azūmi had been sitting at the table with Gui and Sue. Neither of them she knew, nor were they interested in her, so it felt like she was the third wheel. After finishing her drink she got up, ”was nice meeting you” she said to them and walked to the bar. She tapped Wenet on the shoulder, ”Wenet, I should be going” she said. Wenet looked dissapointed ”already?..” Azūmi nodded ”Yeah, I got a message from Vomaar..” she lied, ”I can always visit another time” she added with a smile.
Wenet hopped of the bar stool ”I’ll walk you to the spaceport.” Azūmi shook her head ”No, you’ve got company” she said glimpsing at Hawkins and then back at Wenet ”you go and have fun” she made a suggestive wink and then turned around. Wenet’s ears flattened as she watched Azūmi walk away..
Eventually she got back on the barstool next to Ryan, ”sorry about that.. where were we?” she asked, trying not to look upset but anyone could feel that she was.
“You are right as always, my old friend. Elyon answered him with a smile. Thanks to Giu and her master, she was in this time and alive.
She watched with amazement the actions of the members of her clan and remembered her Padawan years before the war, when she and the other Padawans secretly celebrated passing the exams like this. They met secretly in empty rooms and danced, laughed and rejoiced in their joint successes. This was similar, it was spontaneous and people were having fun. She let the Force permeate her and for a while she perceived everything even with its help.
“It’s fun here today.” Gui said, looking forward to the drink that she would finally be able to order.
Ryan frowned slightly, “It would be most ungallant of me to not at least ask what the matter is and if I can be of assistance. I hope I’ve not done anything untoward.” Legitimate worry furrowed his brow a moment as he turned fully to face the Kushiban and give his undivided attention.
Waza had made his way back onto the dance floor after another drink. Rethinking his approach Waza decided to not give up, He really wanted to get to know Wenet’s friend. Waza was watching from the floor dancing with the crowd when he saw Azūmi get up and part ways with everyone. He all but stopped dancing standing on the floor, Watching her move towards the door. Waza decided life was too short.
“Hey Azūmi wait up a second,” Waza hoped she would stop but instead she just smiled and nodded her head in the direction of the door.
Waza left shortly after Azūmi, but Wenet didn’t see that part as she had brought her attention back to Ryan.
”It’s nothing..” the Kushiban said and looked up into Ryan’s eyes for a moment. For some reason she was feeling flustered, maybe it was because of the drinks she had earlier, but it made her quickly avert her eyes again. ”I know she didn’t leave because of a call.. I know Zoomy well enough to sense when she’s lying..” Wenet paused and stared at the glass of fruit punch in front of her. ”I thought it would be fun to meet here after such a long time. But I guess she felt uncomfortable… and” her ears flattened ”I was a bad host, leaving her at the table…”
After taking a sip from the drink she continued, ”She can be… eh.. how shall I put it…. Much.” she let out a soft chuckle. ”anyways.. let’s talk about something else..”
Bexa walks in, “Greetings! Hope all is well today.” She isn’t much of a dancer so she’ll watch for now. Maybe pick up a drink.
A hand fell on Doku’s shoulder. “People watching, are we?” Jon Silvon said, as he sallied over and took a seat at the table of the Jedi Guardian. “I do hope I’m not intruding, but it’s an old hobby of mine as well, ya know,” he said as he signaled the bartender over to them. “A Correllian ale, my good sir!”
Waza finds a group of people headed towards the door and blends into the group and slips into the cantina and makes his way around the room. Checking his comm device he see he was gone for a couple hours. Hopefully no one noticed. Passing the bar he grabbed a drink from the bar tender. As he passes the sitting area of the bar he nods and smiles at Wenet and head to the table he had previously sat at to see Sue had left.
A smile returned to Ryan’s lips but a touch of worry remained in his eyes. “As you wish, miss.” Ryan said with a reassuring softness. “Hmmm… We can talk about whatever you want to talk about. Such as what brought you to Odan-Urr. By which I mean, how did you come to join us. Not some sort of abstract ‘The Force lead us all here’ sort of thing.”
“Oh it wasn’t the Force” she replied with a chuckle. ”to be honest, I didn’t really know that much about the Force before I joined” she added and began to fiddle with a coaster on the bar counter.
”Since I was a child I knew I wanted to leave Kushibah.. no one took it seriously because” she paused and straightened herself. With a very serious look she mimicked her parents and every other Kushiban she knew ”we Kushiban don’t travel space.” the corners of her lips curled up and she shook head before continuing with her own voice ”everyone believed I’d grow out of it… but when I met Azūmi and the rest of her crew I had my ticket of the planet.. I stayed with them for couple of years, scavenging and smuggling.. but something was missing.”
Wenet looked at Ryan with a smile and took a sip from her drink. ”I didn’t really know what at the time.. during my travels I heard about the Brotherhood.. Eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I sought them out..” she chuckled.. ”and here I am”
Doku chuckled as he closed the terminal while Jon pulled up a seat to table. “It comes with the territory I suppose, its been awhile since ive had actual conversation with an individual. Spent many a year traveling the galaxy for old relics and visiting old ruins. Ive taken an interest into information an were ever I can find it”.
He took a sip of the drink he had infront of him and continued, “So what brings you to the Clan Jon?”
“What do people do around here? I’ve never been much of a drinker.“
She says as she downs a pint of whatever she had been drinking before.
“I dont know what this is called but the wookies drank it all the time back home!”
“We use the Force!” Gui jokingly blurted out in response to Bexa.
Worbie, Gui’s Wookiee companion noticed the drink she had ordered and walked over to her. Sitting down he nodded his head in approval and waited to see if Bexa could really handle the Wookiee-wango made from Sullustan Gin, always shaken and not stirred.
It was a bit more tame when other beverages, like Garrmorl, contained bits of hide and dried bone mixed in an alcoholic base.
Waza chimes in “Yes we use the force for all kinds of things, mostly magic tricks for the younglings and the ladies of the clan.” Waza lets out a laugh… “It’s not too often all of us gather to socialize too many responsibilities weigh heavily on everyone.” Waza said realizing he tread dangerously close to bringing the mood down. “But I digress what is that you’re drinking Bexa it looks hearty and a full pint of fun!”
“Same thing that brings you by the sound of it,” Jon said, taking his drink from the bartender. “You can only travel the galaxy for so long before needing a place to come back to and recharge.” Jon took a sip of the drink, and took a moment to relish it before continuing on. “I’ve been working my fingers to the bone of late, traveling from one end of the galaxy to the other picking up all the chatter and secrets that sound like they might be the kinds of things Odan-Urr wants to know about. But sooner or later you have to actually bring those secrets back to offload, and take a little vacation here and there if you can.”
Waza was becoming distracted and wondering what people were doing all over. He began looking for people who were not really paying attention to their table and he began gently moving the glasses and bottles on their tables into different formations and shapes.
“An interesting tale to be sure. I’m glad your curiosity lead you to this place and I hope you find many friends.” Ryan smiled brightly and made eye contact again for a fleeting moment and took another sip of his drink.
He turned away and straightened his cravat. His hands bore some pale, lightening makeup to present a fairer complexion favored among some old-fashioned Tapani noble houses but heavy callouses were visible on his largest two knuckles and the bases of his fingers. An odd juxtaposition existed between someone who relished in the aesthetic of a fop yet also took great joy in hitting things and beings with his bare hands.
“It’s interesting learning about you certainly. I admit to great shyness but I can be a surprisingly open book,” he continued.
Bexa begins to chug it. Not that it was advised but down the hatch it goes! “Whoooza!” She blurts out, “That’s some strong stuff. Phew! I really gotta get some of that.”
She totally forgets what she had just drank some…. Probably a side effect of the drink. Who knew? She sure didn’t. She wouldn’t be saying things like I should get some after drinking it 10 seconds prior. She chuckles.
With a shy smile she looked down at her drink, twirling the glass with her small hands before grabbing it for another sip..
“well… In that case” she lowered her glass again, “how did you end up here and…” she paused, looking him up and down for a moment. Ofcourse she had noticed his attire and the way he behave and it didn’t match with the image she had of him before. “how did you end up becoming an Wrruushi instructor…” she continued. “don’t want to be rude, but you don’t seem the type…I mean.. for someone that dresses so fancy” it was blunt and immediately she realized it did sound rude. “sorry I mean.. eh…” she began to stammer trying to correct her rudeness.. “I didn’t mean.. eh..”
Feeling a little like a third wheel between Gui, Sue and Elyon; Waza tipped his drink and left the table once again to find what he could get into. With a slight spring in his step his mood and life had taken a happier turn in the last couple of hours but he could tell no one yet.
Roaming the cantina he saw small groups of people either locked in conversations or people watching. Waza went to the bartender and asked if there was a song machine for when the band took a break. Waza didn’t notice at first but it was Revak behind the bar, “Whoa man you’re the boss why are you slinging drinks?”
“Eh it gives me something to do and people watch” Revak laughed. He points to the auto-tuner in the corner and responded to another patron asking for a drink.
Waza weaves his way to the machine and pops his credit stick into the pay slot. He begins picking songs at random and then lines up several faster paced songs for high energy dancing and a couple for slower dances. Feeling like a DJ Waza hits the pay button and lets the party start with a thumping rendition of a song about atomic dogs.
“That should do it. Let’s get this party started.” Waza heads towards the dance floor once again.
“So I defected, I fled to the Jedi, who I was taught to mistrust and to hate. So here I am at Odan-Urr, a sort of hospital for my soul and a place where I have been healing since.” Ryan looked away “Apologies if that was a bit much.”
After a couple of songs Waza’s playlist progressed to one of the slower songs and he headed to the bar. Angling towards Wenet and Ryan; Waza decided to land there.
“Hey Bar Keep, can I get some water? Time to scale back on the alcohol I think.” Waza said as he made it to the bar.
Sitting on a stool next to Wenet. “How you doing my little gunny rabbit? You’re Ryan right? Flies the y-wing? You had some fancy flying recently I like you pilot.” Waza said raising his glass in salute.
With great interest, the small Kushiban listened to Ryan’s story. ”wow.. a noble house” she was genuinely impressed. ”My parents had a farm like most Kushiban, we grow Silkweed and we’d then weave them.” she said with a tad of embarrassment in her voice.
”I learned to fight when I was young. My parent died defending out farm from a pack of Xinkras. I was the oldest, so I had to take care of my siblings and kept the farm running.. we didn’t really have weapons except for rakes and scythes.” She let out a chuckle, ”I got pretty good with a scythe”
She was about to ask Ryan about his experience with the Darkside when Waza suddenly appeared next to her. ”I’m doing just fine” she replied and wrinkled her nose, Waza had a familiar smell fo perfume on him and it wasn’t his.. For a moment she tried to remember where she smelled it before. But when Ryan answered Waza she just shook her head and brought her focus back to the conversation. ”We were just sharing our live stories” she said with a smile ”our story on how we ended up with Odan Urr.”
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Ryan nodded in acknowledgment to Waza “Thank you. I’m not the best, for sure. There are plenty of fancier, better flyers than me. Y-Wings suit me best and I know mine very well, but I’m no dogfighter.”
Elyon continued to observe life in the canteen. She listened to the songs Waza was playing.
It was an interesting mix, and the young Jedi loved music and dance from an early age.
A part of her had the urge to hit the dance floor as well, but at the same time she was shy. Her thoughts on whether to go or stay were interrupted by the arrival of other members of Revak, Bexa and Jon Silvon, lwhom she had not seen for a long time and used to be her captain. Now she was thinking whether she should go dancing or say hello to him, so she got up from her seat and headed to the bar. She hoped that there would be an answer…
Waza felt bad for interrupting as he had, he should have known better than to barge in. “Oh Wenet, my apologies for barging in, I’d be interested in hearing how you both ended up here. I’d be happy to share my own story if you’d like to hear it and have the time.”
Waza settled in on the stool and leaned on the bar. Using the force to help along the purge of alcohol from his system; Waza began listening to Ryan explain his past and was eager to hear more from Wenet and her time traveling the stars.
“My time here started a long time ago. I had turned from my Jedi teaching; during the time of the Empire, it was illegal to be a force user. There was a lot of hiding and watching bad things happen. There were three of us left. My friend and the woman we both had feelings for, this was almost 30 years ago. We all fell to the dark side together. It was when she left us to redeem herself I found the Brotherhood.” Waza said fading into the memories, he had pressed down.
“There was so much evil and death I perpetrated. I had no compunction for life. If I was suffering so would everyone else.” Waza’s voice trailed off for a moment. “I had to leave the Brotherhood. Traveling alone I encountered event after event which showed me I could be redeemed and turn to the light. I was pulled to a planet by the force, compelled to go. When I arrived, I found Jho again, she had purged all remnants of the Dark side, and she helped heal me. I found her months before her death. She had been helping a group of refugees flee tyranny.”
“The Espo’s from the Corporate Sector raided the camp in the middle of the night. She was caught in an explosion from an artillery shell. They laid waste to the place because they tried to flee the oppression. After this, I returned to the Brotherhood to find my former clan Setal Keto absorbed and gone. Odan-Urr was a better fit now that I have returned to the light and settled as more of a grey Jedi than anything else.” Waza was lost in thought. Slowly he rose from his seat.
“I’m sorry I need to get some air.” He said as he headed towards the door.
The young Jedi who was still standing at the bar listened to his story. She didn’t hear stories like his every day.
She placed herself in the Force and sensed his emotions, but also the emotions of the people around him. Compassion floated between them at his words and sad story.
Elyon was intrigued by his story of a fallen Jedi. She was grateful for this moment and that he was sharing it with them. She looked at him and then watched him walk out and followed him. She wanted to get to know him better. A lot has happened during her sleep, but one thing hasn’t changed, her curiosity for knowledge and her need to help others. She hoped that she could help him somehow. (<@284910376007761925>)
Waza moved to the door, his mind flashing through decades of memories. Horror of things he had done, the joy he had lived through. The lack of compassion, the caring too much. His emotions flaring wildly, he had to be lit up light an old sea lighthouse. From the emotional high from just an hour ago to the depths of his fall to the dark side. He needed to meditate soon to center his mind and spirit. He had not prepared himself to reveal so much; Waza became concerned. If they knew how deep into the dark side he had been, how much he had done because he could, would he still be welcome here.
Waza stopped walking; he needed to quiet the internal monologue right now. Standing on the side of the road, he took a deep breath and another. His Self-flagellation over he needed his ship now. Before he moved, he could sense someone approaching. Doing his best to bury his current internal turbulence he turned to see Jedi Elyon approaching. Bowing his head he addressed her. “Good evening. Fine night for a walk?”
Waza was unsure how this would turn out or where this conversation would lead. So many unexpected things happening today.
“Were you looking for me or are we just going in the same direction?”
“No need to apologise, I’d love to hear your story” she’d answered. Curious by nature she was interested in pretty much everyone’s story. It was a great way to get to know someone and learn something about way things were done in this part of the galaxy.
So, with much interest she listened to Waza’s story. Wenet didn’t really know much about the Force, but she did understand that the dark side was something bad. Not something she’d expected any of her recent friends would be part of now or in their past. She barely blinked during his story and her jaw slowly dropped. She has a million questions but couldn’t ask them as the old man said he needed some air and left.
Still a little shocked she turned back to Ryan.. “wow… my live now seems so meaningless and boring” she said softly. “It seems I barely lived at all.. ”
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“Not at all, dear lady.” Ryan said with a nod though trying not to sound too pompous. “We all have different experiences and expectations which shape us in our lives. Had I not had the experiences I had, I wonder if I ever would have developed a sense of empathy or compassion for people who stray in life. Who knows if I would be sitting here talking to a new friend among my friends in Odan Urr, who knows how I would be different. Likewise, you seem a reserved but lovely soul and I am grateful for the experiences you have had as… well… here you are and I have someone to talk to.”
Elyon followed him out the door and watched him pace back and forth for a moment to calm herself. Thanks to the Force, she could sense his inner struggle. And she wasn’t sure if her presence would be welcome, but she wanted to try to offer him help despite the possibility of rejection. As the young Jedi came up to him, she nodded her head in response to his nod.
“I agree a walk would come in handy in this weather. I just wanted to offer you company. It was interesting to hear your personal story and it must have been hard to say. We all struggle with darkness in our lives and I sense that you are not quite right. And so I she said you shouldn’t be all alone now.‘ Elyon said calmly with a hint of concern for Waza.
"However, if you wish to be alone, I will understand and get out of your way,” the young Jedi added, unsure of his intentions.
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“I’m in need of some meditation to center myself, I had not intended to let that much out. Do you know of a place or temple near here? I was going to my ship for now.” Waza glanced at the Jedi, brown hair, blue eyes kind facial features. He figured she felt his spirit and maybe wanted to help him heal.
“You are welcome to join me in meditation.” Waza stares into her eyes trying to get a sense of the questions he knew she had.
Waza could feel Wenet’s inquiring thoughts, and the feeling of sadness suddenly emanating from her.
“On second thought, I think others may want to know more also, lets go see if they would want to find a quieter room to have this discussion”
Moving back into the Cantina, Still somewhat on edge Waza and Eylon approach Ryan and Wenet.
“Pardon the intrusion again, I realize I dropped a pretty big bombshell there. If you all would like we could find a back room and I can answer any questions you may have. Or we can go to my ship and have a meal and coffee and discuss things there in privet.”
Her big round eyes widened for a moment and she blinked in surprise, Lady?.. me?.. she thought to herself and let out a chuckle, it was the first time anyone called her that. But now was not the time to respond to that, instead she listened to what Ryan had to say.
”I guess you are right” she replied softly, twirling a coaster on the counter in front of her. ”if they never had mistaken me for a pet, I wouldn’t be here” she added and thought back at the time when she met her old crew on Kushibah. Wenet was out picking berries for her siblings when she came across them. It was Vomaar who wanted to catch her, thinking she’d be a cute pet. They quickly learned she wasn’t a pet as she defended herself pretty well and eventually they offered her a place among their crew.
Suddenly, Waza returned and apologized for earlier. ”No need to apologise” she replied and glanced at Ryan for a moment. ”well…ehm… I don’t know about leaving. Was enjoying it here” she replied honestly “but if there’s a more private room here, we could continue our conversation there?”
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“I keep messing things up.” Waza said. Shaking his head. “I’m going to go secure one of the meeting rooms, I don’t want to bring anyone down, Have fun and enjoy your time. I’ll be over there if anyone wants. Please don’t let me ruin your good time. I do apologize again.” Waza said bowing deeply and stepping back with as much respect as he could show to his friend Wenet.
Waza looked to Eylon and said, “So for now it seems to be me and you.”
Waza flags down Revak and asks how he can get one of the back rooms for maybe 6 people.
Revak point over to room 4, seeing it open Waza moves in that direction. Letting the others know where he will be Waza moves the table to the corner of the room and sit in the floor for an attempt at meditation. Leaving plenty of room for Eylon and others to join him in meditation and conversation.
Waza waited several minutes before he began to see if anyone was coming. One of the last songs Waza played on the machine ended and the band took the stage for another set.
Several people cheered and moved towards the stage.
The band started up a power ballad about love found and flourishing in a galaxy always in conflict. Soon most in the Cantina were singing along with them.
“It will be my pleasure to join you in meditation and maybe we will have a chance to talk a little afterwards.“ The young Jedi replied, excited that he hadn’t refused her company.
"You’re right, I’m probably not the only one interested in you.” She spoke as she sensed feelings rising between them and the canteen staff. And so she followed him back inside. She stood behind him when he offered the possibility of more private communication.
“I’ll be with you in a moment.“ Elyon replied and went to order some iced tarine tea to help rehydrate Waz a bit and prevent alcohol poisoning. Plus the tarine tea was her favorite and she loved its taste which was supported by mint and fresh lime.
She learned from Revak where Waza had gone and went in that direction. When she entered the room, she saw him sitting on the floor in a corner preparing for meditation.
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Waza accepted the tea and inhaled the aroma before tasting it.
“Mmmm that is delightful.” He said after a sip he took a longer drink. “ I can tell you have questions, go ahead and ask them. Feel free to speak don’t be afraid to inquire.”
Waza settled in for any line of questions knowing the dark side can be alluring to young jedi he began to think of how to dissuade the Jedi from exploring the path that only leads to death and pain.
Waza Sat the drink down and looked into the eyes of the Jedi and awaited her questions.
Elyon was glad that Waza accepted the tea and that he liked it.
“The thing is, I haven’t met many fallen Jedi in my life. It was unthinkable in my time.” The young Jedi spoke calmly, but there was a hint of enthusiasm and excitement in her voice at the possibility of knowing someone like Waza and his story.
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“You wont find many redeemed Jedi. The pull of the dark side can be such that death would be preferable to the relinquishing of power.” Waza said.
“Once power of any kind in acquired it gets in your head and twists your thoughts. Becoming a voice in your mind that justifies any action. Any decision, any action, any pain or death is a means to the end of your plans. Even the people who you think you can trust are expendable to accomplish the goal. The goal is always more power. Not more life, not more joy, not more happiness.” Waza closes his eyes, drifting for a moment. Hearing the cries of the pain he inflicted echo through his memories.
“The dark side lies to you, it guides like the light side does but its like a demon always trying to consume you; promising power, wealth, lovers, anything you can imagine. Teasing out its strength doling it out in increments making it appear as you are stronger. When it is done with you it fails you. Leaving you weak and empty, and usually just before someone brings your life to an end.”
Waza snaps his eyes open, staring directly into the young Jedi’s eyes. “It is not a path to follow.” Waza sat staring at young Eylon.
“ I was lucky, I was brought to an old friend who was able to bring me back and did not want to kill me for being a dark Jedi.”
“Returning was a difficult journey, Some times I can still hear the voices leading to the Darkness.” Waza said softening his countenance. “Love brought me back. And tempers and stays the darkness from returning.”
Wenet remained at the bar with Hawkins. They continued to talk a while longer untill their drinks where finished. The Kushiban really enjoyed the taste and ordered another round for both before asking “Shall we join Waza?” she asked Ryan. He nodded “yes why not, I’m curious about his past as well” he admitted with a smile and took their drinks of the bar “after you, my lady” he then said with a smile gesturing to her to go ahead.
Wenet couldn’t help but chuckle when called her once more a lady. She hopped off the barstool and began her stride towards room 4.
The Kushiban knocked to announce themselves, but didn’t wait for an answer. She opened the door and just strutted inside. Waza was already chatting with Elyon. “Greetings friends” she said with a smirk, making it obvious she had a few drinks..
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“Greetings friends, we have just begun our conversation. As I said to Elyon feel free to inquire I will answer. I realize there are many questions and trust issues I imagine. Feel free to speak openly.”
Waza braced himself with more people here the questions were bound to be more in-depth and complex. He was felt he needed to be open with those he considered friends. He was glad Wenet had joined them. Waza smiled at the drunk little rabbit. He had a soft spot for the brave Kushiban. Waza doubted he could ever have the courage she displayed leaving home they way she did.
Elyon listened quietly but eagerly. It was strange to hear the testimony of someone who was lost in the darkness, but was rescued and brought back to the world.
She remembered a lot about the dark side from studying at the Temple, but this was truly the testimony of someone who walked the dark path. Once again, the young Jedi put herself into the Force to sense his feelings. Waza felt sorrow and regret for his actions. She understood his feelings and wanted to ease his dark thoughts somehow.
“Thanks for the replies and for sharing your story with me.“ Elyon started slowly.
"It must be hard for you to live with this past, but now you are doing everything to atone for your actions and that is the most important thing.” The young Jedi said soothingly, looking into his eyes.
“The call of the dark side is strong, but we are both followers of the light now. If you happen to hear the call of the dark again, do not hesitate to come to me.” She was still adding when Wenet entered followed by Ryan.
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Ryan followed Wenet and smiled at her cheerfulness and slight inebriation but also felt somewhat protective. While she was still a relative stranger, he nonetheless felt wary for both her and any discussion of the dark side. He pulled a chair out for Wenet then one of his own.
He sat quietly and continued to sip the punch he brought with him, listening for now.
“Elyon, your speech and mannerism imply a much older Jedi than you appear, when we are done I’d like to hear your story sometime.”
Waza took note of Ryan sitting on a chair while everyone else had sat in the floor. Not sure if it was a judgment or just his Tipani upbringing.
Waza took a deep breath, those things didn’t matter, he has been redeeming himself for more than 15 years. Waza knew where he was on his journey. He had hoped Wenet had some questions and in her relaxed state she would not hold back any questions.
“I had said before you both joined us, the dark side is not a path to follow; nothing good will come from it. Only death.”
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Hawkins offered her a chair, but with Waza and Elyon sitting on the floor, she wasn’t really sure what to pick. To her it didn’t really matter, the floor or on a chair, she’d still be the smallest of all. But, since she was feeling a little infatuated by the pilot in his silk and velvet suit, Wenet decided to accept the chair.
Skillfully she hopped on to the seat without spilling a single drop of the Tipani punch and made herself comfortable. Her feet dangling over the edge she sipped from her drink and listened to Waza speak.
Of course, Wenet had questions, but probably not the kind they’d expect. Unlike the others, she didn’t really know all that much about the Force. She knew she was Force-sensitive, as a child she had made things happen that back then she couldn’t explain. But now she knew as they had tested her. And Ofcourse her Master had encouraged her to go to the library at the Temple, but Wenet wasn’t the reading type. She’d look at pictures and start daydreaming about going on adventures.
”So…. In the beginning… did you know you where a baddie?” she asked bluntly. She asked that question because she was worried that maybe she’d turn without even knowing it. ”how did you know?”
“At first it was peer pressure from a friend we trusted, he fell first. Not sure how or what pushed him over but he worked on us, Jho and I. Small decisions, seemingly insignificant but building to larger decisions. Like don’t help them we don’t have the time. To they are just helpless people to they are not worth the effort, to it matters not if they live or die.” Waza stated matter of factly.
“The moment it hit me.” Waza paused reflecting on the moment. “ I was looking for an artifact that was suppose to extend life by thousands of years. All maps and clues lead to a small village where a temple stood thousands of years ago. When I arrived I just began destroying the village, no warning. I arrived like a force of nature. A woman ran from a house I was using the force to destroy. In a reaction of rage because all these people were in my way I killed her. I never saw the child she carried in her arms until she fell. The child’s cries stopped me in my tracks. I don’t know how it reached me. Maybe the child was force sensitive, maybe some piece of decency surfaced and I stopped. Standing there, the air charged with the destruction I caused for selfish reasons, I knew I was evil and I enjoyed it. However the child’s cry would haunt me for years.”
“Almost every night a voice would speak to me. I don’t know if it was the child reaching out through the force or an internal projection. Telling me to turn from darkness and seek to fill the hole in my soul. I spent some time in my ship secluded on the edge of the unknown regions, meditating and existing. Sorting out who I am and what to do. Finally after 6 years after the village I turned from the dark and sought out the light.” <@741417155546841158> <@396777566754832398> <@696377047852777592>
Ryan nodded quietly in acknowledgment. He had already said what he mostly had to say to Wenet, and it took perhaps too much mental energy to relive his own horrific mistakes again and again, even if he refused to elaborate on what those mistakes were. He was a former Sith, that much was known to almost all Odan-Urr members who knew him, but that became increasingly distant to him, a traumatic nightmare increasingly foggy and pushed aside as healing happened. He realized now that since he had become aware of his Force sensitivity and that bastard Sith alchemist had taken him under his wing, he had actually spent far longer with the Jedi than he ever had as a Sith. Yet the stain remained, his sin so great it weighed on his soul.
Some acted like killing enough Sith or violence in defense of others could cleanse such a thing, but ultimately blood, even justly spilled, could never cleanse blood. He did what he had to do, but he was haunted by his ghosts, sometimes literally, and he listened in silence and waited for others to speak.
On the edge of her seat, Wenet listened with much curiosity. She couldn’t help but wonder about herself, was she one of the good guys? During her time with her crew she had done things that she wasn’t proud off. And even now as a member of Odan-Urr she seemed to enjoy combat a lot. She had killed enemies and celebrated it.. did that mean she could turn to the darkside? So many things went through her mind..
But then she noticed Hawkins’ silence and a shift in his demeanor while he listend. She remembered what he had told her at the bar. He to had experience with the darkness… was everyone ‘corruptible?’..
“Interesting observation.“ She said and smiled.
"I’ll be available if you want more answers later.” Elyon added as Wenet and Ryan entered the room. She sat quietly and listened. His emotions could be felt from his story.
“A wise Jedi once said that the past casts long shadows.“ The young Jedi began slowly.
"You are not proud of your past, you feel regret, shame and sadness, but now you are different. Who you were before the darkness and during your journey through the dark side is gone. To be able to break the bonds of the dark side, not many people could, but you did. That is an achievement you shouldn’t forget. And now you’re trying to correct your actions. And that’s why I appreciate you sharing your story with us now. I also appreciate the opportunity to get to know you better and consider you a friend in the future.” Finishing her thought, she glanced over Wenet and Ryan to see if they agreed before looking into Waza’s eyes again.
Ryan nodded once in response to Elyon’s words and continued to remain silent. He glanced at Wenet and thought to himself a silent admission of embarrassment at being a bit open earlier. He had a habit of being an open book but what if a lady thought him WICKED? A scoundrel, a cad, a rakehell, a heartbreaker, a flirt, he had endured these barbs before in his youth. But EVIL or WICKED? He’d sooner die or tie his cravat incorrectly than be thought so base by a lady.
But Elyon was right. He was a different person now. Perhaps too vain, too into falling in love, or too impetuous to be the best stereotype of a wise Jedi spreading wisdom about the nature of detachment and serenity. But he had his use to the clan and he would simply be who he was. If Wenet thought ill of him, then he would do enough gallant deeds to prove he was not that man anymore. If he could only prove it to… no matter, the ghosts of the past could be seen in his dreams and nightmares tonight. He was here now with lovely company and it was good to relax outside of the froth of a battle.
Waza liked that Wenet sat in the chair, made her eye level with most everyone.
“Yeah I’ve found that the Jedi Code isnt quiet covering everything, I’ve taken more of a Grey Jedi approach; doing things that need to be done and letting others decide good or evil.”
“Evil comes from inside and purpose, reasoning. If you help life, help those who need it, share joy to those around you, you are not evil.” Waza noticed Wenet’s fur rippling with color. Sensing her uneasiness he guesses she is fretting over the dark side.
“Wenet my friend, I can sense you are having doubt. Let me assure you. You are able to question whether you are falling or not. You still have the ability to question motive and intention. Enjoying the thrill combat can give is more an adrenaline rush, not evil.” Waza said.
Looking around Waza realizes it has gotten late and he last ate early afternoon..
“If anyone wants to come with me lets go back to my ship and prepare a good meal and dine as friends. I’m cooking, anyone up for a free meal?” Waza says getting up from the floor.
Waza Headed to the door of the smaller room, angling towards the table with Gui, and Sue sitting there. “Hey there boss man, and Gentle lady.” He said with a bow. “I’ve had a rollercoaster of a night so I’m going to retire and go make a late dinner. I’ve invited Elyon, Ryan, and Wenet. I don’t know if they will be coming but I extend the invite to you both also. Dinner on the Skullduggery in a few minutes.” Waza offered another bow and headed towards the door and his ship.
Once outside the club Waza commed Ozlow for a ship status and asked him to gather the supplies to possibly feed 6 an nice meal. As he walked to the shipyard Waza reflected on this day and had more happy memories than anything else.
Sitting on the chair, she listend to everyone speak, but her mind kept wondering about the ‘what ifs’.
It did ease her mind when Waza told her that as long as she could question motive and intention she wasn’t evil. So she smiled and hoped she’d never fall to the darkside.
“food?” she glanced at the Elyon and then let her gaze lingered a bit on Ryan before returning to Waza, “I don’t know about them, but I could definitely use food” she smirked. She wondered if the others also wanted fo come, and especially Hawkins..
Elyon remained silent after her statement, thinking about the things that had been said here. Light and dark go hand in hand to create balance. She thought, watching Wenet and Ryan’s reactions. Both of them were lost in their own world, thinking about the words that were spoken here and maybe about their own actions or feelings.
Then Waza came with an offer of food on his ship and Elyon thought it was a good idea. Nothing very important will probably be discussed here. Clan members came here to strengthen relationships and take a break from missions and conflicts.
The young Jedi watched as Waza left and after a while she got up too. She went to the bar to pay for two iced tarines of tea and then disappeared from the canteen and headed for the shipyards.
As soon as she arrived at the location, she found Waza’s ship in the list of ships in addition to her own and headed straight for it.
Waza prepared his ship for guests by setting light music playing in the background arranging the auto table setting for 6 guest so everyone would have room to sit and talk while eating. OzLow and Moto set places while Waza began chopping and seasoning the various dishes, he would throw together. Once Waza began the Roba Steaks and the Valla petals with Kibla greens. Waza set up a platter of various fruits and berries on the table. Within a few minutes of the smell of dinner permeating the rooms, Elyon enter his ship with an announcement from OzLow. “Lady Jedi Elyon, Welcome to the Skullduggery, beverages are chilled and being served in the dining area. Please come in and enjoy.”
Waza popped his head out of the doorway and waved her in to the area.
“OzLow loves making formal announcements.” Waza chuckled.
“Come on in and have a seat, let me get you a beverage.” Waza pulled a chilled pitcher of juice from the reach in cooler and poured a glass of Muja juice for her. Just as he set down the glass in front of her OzLow pings the intercom again.
“Jedi Wenet Welcome to the Skullduggery, beverages are chilled and being served in the dining area. Please come in and enjoy.” ”Jedi Ryan, Welcome to the Skullduggery, beverages are chilled and being served in the dining area. Please come in and enjoy.” Waza Once again stepped out into the common area and waved everyone into the dining area. “Come on in. The food will be done in a few minutes. Enjoy some juice and fruits and berries as a snack.”
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Ryan certainly did not want to abandon the company of the intriguing Wenet just yet and decided to follow, stopping a moment at a reflective surface to adjust his cravat and ensure his very light make up remained in place.
Ryan entered and waited for others to be seated before taking a seat of his own. He continued to be in his thoughts, listening and waiting.
Shortly after Elyon got up, Wenet left the cantina as well with Hawkins and made her way to the spaceport nearby where they boarded the Skullduggery.
They were welcomed by Ozlow as well as by the smell of food. Her nostrils flared as she followed her nose to the dining area. “I probably should wash up first” Wenet said after greeting Waza. She knew the way, so she went to the refreshner. But as she made her way down narrow corridor she picked up on another scent, a sweet and fruity perfume, not something Waza would wear. It smelled familiar but the slightly intoxicated bunny just chuckled and thought to herself “good for you old man… good for you.”
After freshening up she returned to the dinning area. Ozlow had already prepared a raised seat for her, which would make eating dinner alot more easy….
As soon as Elyon stepped aboard the Skulldugger, she smelled a variety of food, but the sweet scent of fruit. She really liked Ship at first sight. It was a special space with a pleasant and soothing feel.
After being welcomed, she directed her steps towards the dining room. And she thought about calling Lady, by which she was titled by OzLow. How did he figure it out? The young Jedi did not flaunt her origin from the higher society of her home planet, on the contrary, she tried to hide her origin with a few exceptions. So perhaps this information was not known. Perhaps she earned the title for being a member of the Jedi Order, but that was just a guess.
“It’s okay. Some things should take some form. Thank you very much for the invitation."Elyon said Waza’s remark about formality, she turned to him and bowed.
“And thank you for the introduction.” She said as she turn to OzLow and bowed as well. The young Jedi then proceeded to the dining room and took her seat.
“Thanks for the juice. You have a beautiful ship, I must say.” She said with a smile and took a drink. The juice was delicious and wonderfully chilled.
Elyon was pleased when OzLow announced the arrival of Wenet and Ryan, as she was glad to get to know them as well. Now they were just waiting for their host so that the feast and other interesting conversation could begin.
Waza could see the table area from the Kitchen and was glad a place had been prepared for Wenet to sit. He would have to give OzLow an extra oil batch for doing that without being asked. He suddenly noticed Wenet was not in the room and a brief sense of curiosity washed over him. .
Thinking if everything was picked up before he returned to the cantina Waza had hoped so. When Wenet returned with a smirk on her face and a tap of the nose with a wink Waza knew she knew. ‘I guess that will be a conversation at some point’ he laughed to himself.
“SO I was thinking while the steaks are finishing up that this almost reminds me of the time during a Boonta Eve race on Tattooine where this Whippid was in his pod racer and it was dragging the ground at the start and no one thought he would even make the bell. Oh he made it alright, that thing fired up and everyone who bet against him were afraid…. I made so much money on him winning I took 30 people out for dinner and we shut down this place in Mos Eisley. Crazy night” Waza said as he plated up the steaks on the server.
With the greens sautéed and fresh, the fruits and berries, and steaks on the table Waza joined everyone.
“Ladies first, Wenet, Elyon please take what you like there is plenty to go around.” Waza said. “let the feast of friends begin.”
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Sipping her juice while Waza talked, Wenet kept glancing at Hawking’s who was seated on the opposite side of the table. The fresh juice did help flush out whatever alcohol there still was in her tiny body, it also meant it was clearing her mind even if it was just a little. ‘don’t delude yourself Wenet’ she thought to herself looking at the pilot and then tried to bring her focus back to their host Waza.
“you went to the Boonta Eve?” she was a little jealous, her friends used to talk about it but somehow she never got the chance to actually witness it in real. “that’s so cool” she said smiling. “I’ve only seen the holos of the race”
She looked at the food. Although the steaks looked good, Wenet couldn’t eat it. So she grabbed some fresh greens and berries. “this looks wonderful” she said and glanced at the others waiting to eat untoll everyone had something on their plate. This wasn’t something she’d normally do. She’d usually just start eating, but knowing that Hawkins had a fancy upbringing she tried to behave.
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Elyon watched Wenet, wondering if Ryan had noticed her glances. She didn’t expect him to notice even though her looks were quite visible. Wenet liked Ryan, she had it written in her eyes. The young Jedi thought that she needed to talk to her about it if her guess was correct, but not in front of Ryan so as not to embarrass Wenet.
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Waza waited till Ryan plated up his food and settled his plate before he pick up his steak and sides.
“Thank the force for all provided.” Waza said. “I hope everyone enjoys the meal dig in.” Waza began to cut into his steak.
“Yeah the Boonta Eve celebration is a huge festival, if the Clan isn’t consuming our time we can go this year if you’d like. In the right company it can be a lot of fun.” Waza added noticing the look Wenet gave Ryan.
“Wenet you will be my guest but feel free to bring anyone you want along. The more the merrier, Elyon, Ryan would you like to go also?”
“Thanks again for the invitation. And I wish everyone a good appetite.” Elyon said and started eating.
“Of course, I’d love to join you. I’ve never experienced Boont Eve. I’ve heard about it, but I haven’t had a chance to attend.” She answered his question and then attended to her plate.
“The food is delicious.” The young Jedi praised the food with a smile directed at Waza as she seriously enjoyed it.
By the time Waza mentioned the Boonta Eve celebration, Wenet already had her mouth stuffed with berries. “these are really good” she said with her mouth full. “oh, I’d love to go.” she then responded with excitement and glanced at Hawkins again, she didn’t mind if he’d come along as well.
“bring anyone?” she tilted her head “could always ask my Master…” she said and then smirked “maybe she will invite a certain Echani” Wenet wiggled her eyebrows. She was Ofcourse referring to Adenn, remembering Waza had an eye on the big woman..
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Waza smiled at Wenet, its been a while since he had seen Adenn.
“Yeah ask your master to join us, I was hoping another of your friends would make it. I’ve not talked to Adenn in months.” Waza said. “I’m just not noticeable enough for the Echani I guess.”
Waza looked around the table at everyone enjoying the meal and was happy he could provide for his new friends.
“Has anyone been to other festivals? We could make a travel club, just be a bunch of tourists.” Waza asked.
Ryan ate quietly and took the time to listen. He was quite dainty and particular with his utensils but this was only to be expected as people grew to know him, status as a martial artist aside. Nonetheless he ate a bit ravenously, still hungry from the day’s training. “I honestly can be a bit of a homebody these days, but so long as I can find time to train or dance wherever we go and so long as we can live in style I would be delighted.” Ryan then smiled slyly. “Plus for those of us of amorous bent, Who find lovelies by fortune sent, Do find a journey is long or short, By companion one hath chose to court, Much as if one walked with a sun, That took but a day to make its turn, Would find the world circled entire, In but a day in starlit fire, Would equally find with a lovely friend, Even the longest journey would too soon end, But what delight we find in things, Borne together, on a companion’s wings.”
Ryan finished his impromptu recitation of couplets, and trying not to appear too self satisfied in his confidence smiled brightly at those assembled and idly adjusted his cravat.
“I love going to festivals. Especially where there is dancing or sparring or some sort of local sport. I’ve never been much for pod or swoop racing, mainly as I find I crane my neck too much and I fear getting a sunburn on Tatooine. I tend to prefer non-vehicular sports. But, given present company I could find myself quite convinced to go.”
“I’m sure there will dancing somewhere, clubs, bars and possibly some fancy shindigs with formal dress. It is one of he biggest festivals in the Outer Rim. And hey it’s Tatt I’d bet there will be some physical combat. Maybe you could take part in a tournament. We could all cheer for you.” Waza said.
Scooping up some of the berries and more of the fresh greens Waza winked at Wenet
“If you need space for practice forms or something an area is clear in the back, where I practice with my saber and my martial training.” Waza said pointing out the door of the room.
“Most of the Pod racing is watched on hand held screens or larger vid platforms. They are moving so fast you really only see them for a few seconds per lap.” Waza continued. “Who know we may even find some intrigue or adventures. It is Tattooine after all.”
“Another of my friends?” Wenet squinted her eyes and tilted her head, trying to figure out who the old man was talking about. But her train of thought quickly crashed when Ryan began to recite a poem.
The Kushiban stopped eating and her fur seemed to brighten as she listened. The corners of her lips curled up ever so lightly as she stared at the pilot. “what a dreamboat” she thought to herself as her little heart melted.
Wenet just stared at Ryan, she didn’t even notice the wink Waza gave her.. but after a moment or two she realized she was staring and quickly shook herself back to reality and popped some more berries into her mouth trying to hide her obviously infatuation…
Ryan blushed a bit shyly noticing the kushiban’s reaction. He brought a lightly scented handkerchief from his breast pocket and gave a cough, pretending politely not to notice in order not to double any embarrassment or flustering felt.
“Consider me quite persuaded then, it sounds like an amiable outing. So long as I don’t get baked in the sun.”
“Great to have you along Ryan, there are sun screens and lotions that can keep you from over exposure.” Waza said, happy to have adventurous friends.
Seeing the puzzled look on Wenet’s face he guessed he said too much, he would have to keep that quiet for now.
“I’m looking forward to this trip, we can head out for opening days ceremonies in about a week. I am glad you all could join me here for dinner.”
“I’m going to throw together a quick dessert if everyone would like, feel free to look around the ship since we will be traveling soon. Once I get it cooking I can show you the area I practice in Ryan if you’d like?” Waza said.
“dessert… there’s dessert?!” Wenet responded joyfully. Waza nodded “Ofcourse there is” the Old man chuckled and walked to the kitchen. “I’d be delighted to see the training room” Hawkins replied, before Waza disappeared into the kitchen, for a moment he glanced at the small Kushiban sitting opposite of him.
Wenet looked back at Hawkins, she’d love to join when Waza would show him training room but by now she began to be more self aware. She could see Ryan had noticed her responses, they were pretty obvious after all. So Wenet thought it probably best to keep some distance. She smiled at the pilot and then turned to Elyon. “I could show you around if you like.. ”
Ryan turned as he left to follow and bowed to Wenet out of a request for excuse and politeness, letting a smile remain on his face and doing his best to make eye contact. He wanted very much for the flustered Wenet to not feel embarrassed or that he was trying to flee her. “I’ll be back soon if you’ll do me the momentary kindness of excusing me.”
A converted freighter, The Armistice End, touched down at the spaceport, offloading a single occupant. The recycled air of the hangar and the pressure within the ship met with a hiss, the resultant breeze caught the weighted weather-resistant cloak the man wore and whipped condensation across the T-shaped visor of the august Mandalorian helmet. A sigh escaped beneath the helmet and Wulfram scanned the room before he crossed the threshold and released a polyhedral droid from beneath his cloak that took it’s place hovering beside him.
“Why is it always someplace cold?” Wulfram asked as he looked before searching out the nearest bar.
Removing a holo-puck from his gear bearing a projection of Gui Sol.
“I always have to find people where it’s either burning hot, or freezing cold. Can I just get a nice comfortable resort, or an office building for a change?” The Mandalorian chirped.
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Gui’s head tilted and he smirked as he carefully watched the new arrival. There was a twinkle in his resplendent green eyes as he quickly pushed himself up from the table and walked over to him.
“Wulf, I’m glad you made it!” he reached out and the two clasped onto each other’s forearms in greeting. Ever perceptive, Gui immediately took notice of the firm grip. “When I put out the call for a new Councilor of War, I couldn’t think of anyone better suited for the role. Come, sit. Relax.” he added, sensing - “get warm.” he grinned with his trademarked charm.
Wulfram’s eyes narrowed as he heard his name called, then met with Gui as the man approached him. He gripped the man’s forearm in kind and patted his shoulder as he looked to the table the man gestured to.
“Getting warm will come easier than relaxation. It’s been several years since I was last among our brothers, and the last time I ran into someone who said they were, they wore my moniker and attempted to kill my ad'ika.” The man replied in an even tone as his visor kept level with Gui, there was no distrust, just Wulfram’s general pragmatism.
“Congratulations, are in order, however, on your own promotion.” The man spoke as he unclasped his helmet and removed it, placing it on the table.
Waza put the finishing touches on the cake and slid it into the oven and asked OzLow to watch the timer and top it when it was ready in case he could not make it back.
Waza made his way back to the table area and gathered all the dishes and set them into the cleansing machine.
“So Ryan if you’d follow me I’ll show you around and the areas when I do my practicing on long journeys. It’s not an organized dojo but it has room.” Waza continued, “Tell me about this style you utilize, I understand it is Wookie close quarters combat?”
Elyon listened in silence, eating and enjoying such an evening. It reminded her of the shared meals in the Temple. All the padawans always liked to gather at the same table. And in the days of the Clone Wars, they were always nervous about how many of them would join the dinner. She was snapped out of their thoughts by Wenet’s offer to tour the ship.
“I would love to see this beautiful ship in your company.“ The young girl answered with a smile. She finished the rest of the steak and berries.
"I hope we can make the dessert.” She added with an even bigger smile. With those words, she got up from the table and walked over to Wenet so they could go on a tour together. And she wondered if Wenet would talk about what was between her and Ryan.
“great.. this way” Wenet said and lead the young Jedi out of the dining area. “we’ll go left and circle around” The Kushiban said eager to start the tour..
“over here we got the Engineering station and the machine shop, but as you can see Waza uses this space for training aswell” she said pointing at the training dummies. “Those two doors lead to escape the pods and that’s just storage” Wenet hopped on around the corner, she was so excited she didn’t even give Elyon time to sat anything. “Over here is.. ehm.. not sure what to call it.. but Waza keeps his Varactyl..” Wenet unlocked the door and let Elyon in. It was a spacious room, a modified cargo holt to be exact. The large feathered lizard wasn’t there but it scent lingered. “never seen it though, Waza says it’s at a stable somewhere untill he can release it back into the wild.” the Kushiban smiled and looked at Elyon to see her response..
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Ryan stole a glance back to Wenet and Elyon as the wandered off before following along
“I’m trained and knowledgeable in many forms of unarmed combat, but one of my major specialties is Wruushi a wookie close combat and wrestling art. I tend to teach it the most as I find many people neglect their wrestling. This is unwise as if an opponent is armored, striking with unconditioned or unarmored hands and feet can be unwise or dangerous for the attacker who has unwisely found himself in a fight without a weapon . Wrestling also gives one more options to control and move up a continuum of force from restraining a drunken friend all the way up to, may it never be so, lethal force in the form of chokes and neck breaks. So it is the art I tend to pass on most in the Brotherhood.”
Ryan observed the training area and noted its implements.
Elyon followed her out of the dining room and then down the ship. She looked at the ship’s equipment and had to admit that the ship was equipped and offered everything the crew and visitors needed. The two girls continued on the boat until they reached the place where Varactyl lived.
“Varactyls are beautiful animals.“ The young Jedi said to start conversation and looking into Wenet’s bright light blue eyes.
"Now that we’re alone. May I ask what’s going on between you and Ryan? I couldn’t help but notice the looks you’re giving him. If it’s too personal or you don’t want to talk about it, I’m sorry.” Elyon asked with interest as she scanned the Kushiban. She had to admit that for the fact that Wenet is only 15 years old, she has already been through a lot according to what she has already heard.
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The question about Ryan caught the Kushiban off guard and at first she didn’t really know how to respond. The colour of her furr fluctuated from bright to dark and back. was it that obvious? she thought to herself.
“eh.. between me an Ryan?.. eh.. eh…” she stammered for a moment but then composed herself before actually answering the question.
“there’s nothing between us…” she said and couldn’t help but add to it in her own thoughts; not yet, anyways. “we’ve worked together on a mission, but never gotten the chance to talk untill this evening.. we seem have some things in common… that’s all” Wenet wasn’t sure why the Jedi would ask, she seemed concerned, or was she maybe intrested in Ryan herself? “why, what’s the problem” she asked curiously…
Elyon watched her carefully. And found her embarrassment somewhat amusing.
“Yes, your looks were visible. I don’t know if Waza or Ryan himself noticed them, but don’t worry about it.” The young girl soothed her and tried to guess what Wenet was thinking.
“No it’s not a problem I was just wondering and now was a great opportunity to ask you about it.” The young Jedi elaborated.
“On the contrary, I really wish it didn’t end with those looks.” Elyon added and smiled.
Wenet looked at the young woman infront of her with squinted eyes. “really?” she still wasn’t really sure what to think of this line of questioning. “oh.. ok” she kinda expected different comments about her race or her age. .
“well.. in that case I guess we can continue our tour” she said, purposefully changing the subject to avoid more embarrassment.
“this way” Wenet said and lead Elyon to a narrow corridor. “The crew bunks are in that room, I believe Liz is crashing there.. or she was anyway.. that’s Waza’s room…”* Wenet let out a chuckle and then motioned to the Jedi to follow “over here, we’ve got a very special room.” now she began to giggle..
Wenet opened the last door on the right. “The VIP room” she said showing it to Elyon. She would see a beautifully decorated room, luxurious, nothing like anything else onboard and built for a giant.. “Waza made this room for the lady he likes.. the Big Echani woman.. Adenn” Wenet giggled again but then suddenly she wrinkled her nose, picking up that sweet and fruity perfume again. It was so familiar and yet she couldn’t place it.
“I get that, if you can’t mount and maintain the control of combat you’re as good as dead. The ground game and how to counter holds and respond are vital aspects of cqc.” Waza said noticing the glance towards Wenet.
Waza smiled and said “The greatest opponent is how to open up to someone and tell them what you’re thinking.”
As the two men moved around the open area taking the same path the women did they stop in the area where most of the solo practice happens. “I have a few sparing and training implements. But this one here is my favorite and hated one… I picked it up on a planet far far away called Uurth they called it a wing chun wooden dummy.” Waza patted a well worn wood beam standing about 6 foot tall with three wooden extensions about 2 foot in length with a fourth one closer the the floor and bent downwards.
Waza turned towards the open area, “Would you like to see the rest of the ship?”
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Bexa watches everything going on, she eats some food and drinks more of the alcohol. She had ordered some burger and fries or whatever it is that resembles that most here.
A gust of snow and wind blow in as the door opens. A pilot steps inside wearing a poncho over his flight suit and holsteted blaster
“I’ve trained a great deal with the wooden man in my time of all shapes and sizes.” Ryan nodded as he looked the dummy over “One of my teachers had a saying, ‘Never call him a dummy, he’ll teach you a lot.’ I personally use one with a weighted and counterbalanced arm which swings downwards so I can practice clearing an arm downwards and striking the face”
As he continued to look at the other implements he nodded to Waza. “Sure, let’s see the rest of the ship.”
Wenet stepped into the VIP room, letter Elyon in to see the fancy decor and massive furniture.
The small Kushiban kept smelling that perfume and kept trying figure out where she had smelled it before. It was to feminine to be Waza’s, he wasn’t the type to wear that kind of scent. And didn’t recall smelling it on Adenn, the times she had met the towering Echani woman. “ooh… maybe Waza is seeing someone else?” she thought to herself and smirked again.
“so.. eh.. do you have someone special” the Kushiban suddenly asked the young Jedi.
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Waza and Ryan moved on from the open area in the rear of the ship,
“Over here there are two gigantic escape pods, we can fit like 20 people in there. I’ve been in contact with a remodeling firm, maybe by the big trip they maybe done changing some things around. I may turn one of the escape pods into a shuttle. I never have more than three or four guests at a time. But they are busy and I’m not in a rush”
Waza continued heading towards the on board stable area. Opening the door and stepping in Waza continued the tour. I don’t own a mechanical speeder, I prefer a live mount. I own a veractyl. She is a wonderful creature. I bring her along on trips I think would need some kind of transport on the ground.” Waza looked around at the food trough, water dispenser, the bedding and movable fencing that make up Scooby’s corral. Headed back out to the main area they moved towards the bunk area and storage rooms.
“As you can see I’ve tried to make the freighter aspect tucked away but it is still there if you peek at the edges.” Waza explained, as they turned the corner a moment of embarrassment and panic washed over him as he saw Wenet and Elyon step into the VIP room.
Waza knew Wenet had a heightened sense of smell, he hoped the air cycles had been able to do their job.
“Unfortunate right now I only have the pre-installed bunk room for passengers but the refresher is privet. I do have a remodeled room I set up for someone I thought,,, well I won’t dive into that. Let’s just say its a really nice VIP suite for accommodations. Its up this way.”
Wedge sits at the bar and sips at a Chandrilan sunrise with a little umbrella sticking out of the glass. The straw he sips through makes a very audible slurping sound as he stares at a game of darts being played at the other side of the cantina
As Waza and Ryan approach the women near the VIP room the bell for the timer sounds.
“I have to go finish up the dessert, you ever do much cooking Ryan? Want to help frost the cake?” Waza says and turns to leave down the passage way to the kitchen.
“It should be done in about 10 minutes ladies.” Waza said over his shoulder as he leaves.
“I really do. If you already have feelings for him, follow them. It doesn’t matter how old you are or what race you are. What matters is that you follow your heart. Now we don’t strictly adhere to the Jedi Code and relationships and family are allowed, so go for it.” The young Jedi replied with a smile.
Wenet then led her on with the ship. Elyon liked this ship and when she came to the V.I.P room her lips started curled to smile. She thought it was nice and sweet from Waza, how he wanted to his chosen one to indulge in a life of luxury, to be his queen. She could also smell the perfume and it was a nice smell.
“What do you mean someone special?” The question took Elyon by surprise, but she managed not to let it show on her face or voice.
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Standing at the door, she thought about what Elyon had said, about her having feelings for Hawkins. “feelings.. that’s a big word” she thought to herself, it wasn’t like they knew each other that well. But she definitely felt some kind of attraction to the pilot in the fancy suit. “go for it?.. but what of he doesn’t feel the same about me?” she asked herself. She had been in that situation before and that definitely didn’t end well. As a matter of fact, she was heartbroken after that conversation.. Just thinking about it made her fur turn darker, more dull and her ears fell backwards..
“well… someone you like… a mate” she replied to Elyon’s question. The last word of that question wasn’t intended as just a friend, she literally meant a mate.
Before Elyon could answer she heard the sound of a timer going of in the distance. After the young Jedi stepped out of the room she closed the room and walked to the ladder “this leads to the cockpit.. you wanna have a look? Probably not much different than your own ship’s”
Wedge continued to sip his drink. He’d never had a sunrise before, but expected it to have a little more oomf. So far, it was just pleasantly fruity and sweet. He had completely missed the shot glass of hard liquor that had been served alongside it with the intent of being mixed before consumption.
He drank more, until the straw slurped at the dregs from the bottom of the glass. He set it down. As he did, his eyes caught the shot glass that had been missed. He didn’t remember having ordered another drink. Wedge shrugged and tilted his head back as the glass was thrown back into his gullet.
There was a moment of sudden regret as the liquid touched the back of his throat.
His eyes began to water as his whole body recoiled. His right hand tapped the bar top over and over again as he tried to fight through the uncomfortable dose of liquid death. He finally exhaled with a sound that quite possibly no human in the galaxy had made before. A high pitched braying sound that could have been mistakenly miss identified as the mating call of a Mynock.
Elyon silently pondered her question as she watched Wenet think about something, and judging by the way she shed her fur, it probably wasn’t anything positive.
“Yes, I can label a few people as friends, for example my Master or Gui, but my greatest friend is my husband.” The young Jedi let the last words hang in the air and was curious to see how Wenet would react.
“Of course I’d like to look into the cockpit. I wonder what your line of sight is like.” Elyon added, waiting for the Kushiban’s reaction.
To hear that Elyon had indeed a mate wasn’t something that shocked the Kushiban. Her own kind would find a mate for life the moment they reached adulthood, if she had stayed on Kushibah she’d probably had end up with some boring farmer boy from the village by now.
“Husband?” but ofcourse there was some surprise and a lot of curiosity in Wenet’s response to Elyon’s answer. “is he a Jedi aswell?” she immediately asked as she began to climb the ladder to the cockpit.. “my sister, Dashan has a mate, she met him when she was eight.. been together for five years now. Wouldn’t surprise me of they had a kid of their own by now” The Kushiban shared from onto of the ladder.
“Generally I tend to only cook to impress beautiful women and I tend to dine out. I like to try new restaurants as I can.” Ryan looked around “But I can certainly frost a cake and be of some help as needed.”
Surprise appeared on Wenet’s face now.
“Yes, husband.“ She replied with a smile.
"That’s why I told you that age mean nothing when you feel something for someone. I’m 21 years old and I’ve been married for a year and I’m definitely glad that I followed my heart and married a boy with green eyes and with a magical smile. So it is up to you, whether you try your luck and put your feelings of attraction on the table or play a certain hidden game and keep it to yourself.” The young Jedi added, climbing up the ladder. Both girls stood in the cockpit.
"My husband Creon is a Jedi Mandalorian and, like Waza, has experience with the Dark side. He now seeks the secrets of the Force in uninhabited regions.” Elyon said walking over to the pilot and co-pilot seat and looking out the window.
“A nice view,” she said and then she turned back to Wenet.
“Each of us runs our own lives. How do you want to proceed with Ryan?” The young Jedi asked with interest.
In the cockpit, Wenet hopped onto the gunners station. Its seat was still adjusted to her size. With much interest she listened to Elyon speak, her story about how she fel in love with her now husband brought a smile on her face.
When she asked her about Ryan her fur instantly fluctuated in colour. “Proceed with Ryan?” she nearly choked because of the question. “eh..eh..eh… I.. eh. I.. dont..” she stammered nervously. “I don’t think I will” she eventually managed to say and looked a little dissapointed. “I doubt someone like him would be interested in someone like me..” she continued. Wenet spoke out of experience, she was genuinely hurt about what happened in the past.
While Waza prepared the chocolate cream for the filling he instructed Ryan on the powder mixture or sugars and spices to top the cakes.
“Just pour the powdered sugars and the cinnamon together into the large bowl and stir them together until it looks evenly turned.”
Waza attached a nozzle to a clear bag and filled it with the filling. Once each cake had reached capacity, he put them in the oven for two minutes.
“Now he said,” pulling the tray for the oven, take the sifter and fill it with your mixture and coat the tops of the cakes.”
With a cloud of powdered sugar and the smell of cinnamon in the air Waza called through the ship to the girls that the cakes were ready.
Gathering small forks, he sat out the cakes on plates and waited for his company to arrive for his favorite dessert. “If I can get my hands of tickets to the Governors ball on Tatooine you should take Wenet dancing. I bet she’d love that.” Waza said to Ryan.
The young Jedi watched the Kushiban take her seat.
“Then don’t ever say that again.” Elyon frowned at her at those words.
“Never underestimate yourself or put yourself down. Everyone and Ryan would be so lucky to be with you. You should be proud of everything you’ve accomplished and experienced in life. You’re brave and courageous. And beautiful. The main thing is, to think that about yourself. Forget what other people think and love yourself for who you are and how far you’ve come thanks to your abilities.” The young Jedi stopped scowling and remembered her mother telling her exactly the same thing when Elyon was taunted as a child.
Elyon’s words surprised her, they caught her off guard and for a moment she didn’t know how to respond. “brave?, courageous? Beautiful?… me?” she thought to herself, none ever used those words to describe her, definitely not that last word; beautiful.
After an awkward moment of silence, Wenet smiled “that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me… thanks” she paused and stared outside for a moment, thinking about the ‘what if’s’. But eventually she turned back “We probably should get back… I smell cake” she said as she wrinkled her nose. The young Kushiban hopped off the the chair and returned to the ladder.
“You’re welcome, I said what I think and what’s the truth.” The young Jedi replied with a smile.
“You’re right, I smell sweet too.“ Elyon agreed when Waza’s voice said that the dessert was ready.
The two girls headed back to the dining room. Once they got there, they settled back in their seats.
The dessert looked amazing and smelled divine.
“A very nice ship.” Elyon said as she sat down.
“Well Thank you, I’ve tried to make a freighter into a home. I have spent some time in here. I do have a very exclusive renovation company giving me an estimate of totally revamping the interior. It is in the planning stages now. I am excited to see what they can do with my ship.” Waza said taking his seat after the ladies.
“Im so glad you all came to dinner after hanging out at the Cantina. I also am thankful you all are going to Boonta Eve festival. This should be fun. I think I can score some tickets to the Governor’s formal ball so bring your fancy clothes and get ready to dance.”
Wedge lay asleep against the cantinas bar. Drool slowly dribbled onto the counter top.
Back at the dining area, Wenet hops back onto her seat. Her big blue eyes stare at the cake infront of her, “ooh.. that looks amazing” she says and then looks over the cake to Ryan on the opposite side of the table. She smiles, thinking about the conversation she had with Elyon..
“there’s a formal ball?” Wenet looks surprised, her mates never said anything about it. But then again, they weren’t the type to got to fancy parties, they’d be hanging out with other ruffians in cheap bars.
“Yeah some of the wealthy and elites go for the snobbery, I like to go to make all of them nervous because a Jedi is there. I’ll reach out to my contacts and secure us four tickets, assuming everyone wants to go?”
Ryan nodded to Waza “We only just met this evening but I must admit I would like to get to know her better. Hopefully she loves to dance, as I certainly do and I would never be so presumptuous as to impose upon a lady to accompany me on something she would not enjoy.” As the others entered he quieted himself and finished up with dessert preparations.
Ryan smiled at seeing Wenet again, his teeth bright and straight though one of his front teeth was ever so slightly chipped. He helped serve the cake then slyly checked his clothes, cravat, and makeup in the nearest reflective surface.
“I would be delighted to go.” Ryan said nodding in reply to talk of the Governor’s Ball. “I’ll try to make as stunning an impression as I can.”
“I don’t know if I’d fit in” Wenet says with a serious look on her face. “with the elites I mean…” she adds and glances at Ryan again, he would easily fit in on such an occasion.
“I’d still like to go…” Wenet looks at the cake, waiting for anyone to start eating the delicious looking cake..
“Oh my dear Wenet, no one fits in with the elites. If they get nervous with one Jedi floating amongst the crowd can you imagine how much we can do with 4 Jedi having a good time ignoring all of them. Bring your fancy robes, if you don’t think you have anything I’ll cover the cost of them. You can thank me by joining me in some training sessions in the Dojo. Now lets enjoy these cakes that Ryan so expertly powdered for us.”
Waza grabbed his fork and split his cake allowing the melted chocolate to spill out in delicious fashion.
“If I may be so presumptuous, us having just met and all, would you care to accompany me to the Governor’s Ball? I would love the company and if you wish to wear a dress to fit in more I would gleefully help you procure one or as Waza said we could help find robes.” Ryan said to Wenet with no small amount of shyness before taking a small bite of his cake. He hoped that specifically asking her would alleviate worries and make her feel supported.
“Of course, we’re going as a group so it need not matter at all and we’ll just all go together. I’m capable of going back to my roots of snarking and dueling if anyone would be so crass as to be rude to a lovely lady in front of me. So if anyone is rude to you, let me know and I will be far less of a proper Jedi for your honor’s sake.”
Just on time she could stop her jaw from dropping and looking like an complete idiot. “Me?” she replied in shock and looked Ryan with her big blue eyes. ‘did he just ask me to go to the ball?’ She thought to herself but couldn’t believe it. “You, want to go to the ball? With me?” she pointed with her fingers to herself to point out the fact that she’s a sixty centimeter tall Kushiban. “really?” It was obvious she never expected to be asked that question.
She looked at the others, who all looked at her, waiting for an answer. Waza was nodding his head and glanced at Ryan, trying to encourage Wenet to accept as he like Elyon also had noticed the Kushiban’s infatuation for the pilot. Wenet’s furr was brightening, and underneath it she was blushing.
“eh.. eh.. I.. I… eh.. I’d love to” she replied with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I’ve never worn a dress though, I only have a suit.” she the awkwardly shared *“I worry about my tail” she added with a giggle.
Waza nearly cheered and leapt from his seat when Wenet accepted. He was happy to see her make this move.
“Elyon, will anyone be accompanying you on this trip? I know I only have the bunks, but I’m sure we can work out privacy situations as needed. I’m sure the four of us can make it a couple days for the trip to Tattooine. This is going to be so much fun.”
Waza wondered if Elyon would bring anyone, or if Wenet would bring anyone. Suddenly he felt as if his ship really needed more rooms and not a bunk cabin.
Elyon was busy with her dessert and listening to them talk before Waza asked her for an escort.
“I have no idea yet if anyone would want to go with me. So I’ll probably be solo, but definitely don’t worry about the place or the privacy. I believe we can handle everything if necessary. It will be a great trip and it depends on nothing else. To enjoy time together with friends.” Elyon said and smiled.
The young Jedi then looked at Wenet.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you a dress. I can help you with that if you want. Don’t worry about the tail, we’ll sort it out.” She said to calm Wenet down a bit.
As the night moves on everyone has enjoyed the dessert put together by Ryan and Waza.
“On our trip we’ll eat like this often, I love cooking for friends.” Waza said.
“I guess we should call it a night, so we are all not too exhausted for our clan duties tomorrow. I’ll walk everyone out. It was so good to have you all here.”
After everyone had left Waza cleaned up the dishes and shut down the dinning area.
“Another great day.”
Wenet was far to excited about the Boonta Eve trip that she couldn’t sleep. Still bursting with energy she decided to return to the Cantina.
Along the way she send a voice message to her Falleen friend. Telling her that she missed a lot of fun and insisting that she should join her on this trip to Tatooine.