Session export: I Was Told There Would Be Ice Cream - A Social RP

Kamjin stood dumbstruck looking at the massive map of the adventure park that Thran had taken them to. He couldn’t recall going to such a location in his whole life. Reading the names he caught something called ‘the Murderizer’ and the name ‘Rog’ kept appearing with such alarming frequency that it must have had some meaning to Thran.

Kamjin stepped aside from the map and only saw a few patrons moving around within the park. By his estimate there was easily two to three employees to every guest he could see. The place felt disserted and then he saw it. Thane, a face he knew only too well after two years on the chamber. He had some sort of ocular shades on his face as he lay, bare chested, in a massive inflatable tube on the lazy river. As Kamjin locked eyes with him, Thane propped up his glasses, gave an inaudible ‘hmph’ with a nod, then returned the glasses to his face as his tube rotated him around and the river took him out of Kamjin’s field of vision.

Kamjin turned to Thran’s nonchalant comments about snow cones, krak the way he said it was annoying, dumbfounded. “You said you were taking us to get the best sno cones,” frak, Kamjin thought, Thran had him saying it the same way. “This place looks like a dump.”

“What’s a corn dog?” Kamjin asked, making sure he was directly in Thran’s line of vision. “And, while we’re asking questions. What is Thane doing here? Just who else did you invite?”

Kamjin couldn’t argue with that. Any opportunity to reward and recognize the Clan he would get behind any time. Yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Thran had something more up his sleeve. A Grotto…in the back? What could that mean?

He’d have to ponder that later. Right now he was starting to feel the heat and he recognized he was horribly dressed for this type of activity. “Thran, where did you say the rentals are for swim wear?” Kamjin asked.

Kamjin got the hint pretty quickly that Thran was playing up to his new audience. What was that saying? The new Hutt gets the deal while the old pays? Kamjin looked back at the map and noted where the rental place was.

He walked over to the counter. A young Mon Cal wearing a uniform stood in the stall, chewing gum and dancing in place to the music on her earphones. “Excuse me,” Kamjin said, politely. The Mon Cal continued to dance, chomping on her gum while staring out at the near empty park. Kamjin, confused by the lack of service, tapped her on the shoulder. “Hi, excuse me,” Kamjin said again.

The Mon Cal jumped, knocking her earphones back. “Hey creep, don’t you touch me,” she screeched. She instinctively brushed at her shoulder where Kamjin had touched her. Kamjin threw up both hands defensively. “I’m sorry,” he said, shocked by the reaction. “I…I just need to rent some apparel for the park.”

The Mon Cal eyed his suspiciously and then, with a wicked grin, punched in some code into a massive box in the counter. A small key card spat out. “Locker 34, down to the left,” she said, blowing a bubble and popping it.

“Thanks,” Kamjin said as he took the key card and went to the private stall which doubled as a security locker. A few moments later he emerged, pulling uncomfortably at the extremely tight off-green trunks that felt vacuum formed to his lower body. The hat he wore had the cartoonish image of Terrence, the easily recognizable Taun-Taun companion of Thran that Scholae Palatinae had fallen in-love with. Kamjin couldn’t quite make out the weirdly stylized lettering under the image. If he had, he’d have known it read “Foxy Grandpa”.

Dressed for the occasion, Kamjin went to rejoin the group. Every few steps plucking at various spots on his trunks as they pinched him.

The golden Firrerreo woman was at the food court already. In the back of her mind, she suspected that whatever emergency Thran had called her for was not that emergent. She atleast dressed the part of a day of fun at his water park with a simple 2-piece burgundy swimsuit covering, a tan sunhat sitting on her head, black polarized sunglasses, and a multi-colored beach towel wrapped close around her waist. Her lightsaber was always ready, specialized to be waterproof for the day, should it ever be needed. In her hand she held a fruity drink complete with a little paper umbrella hanging on the brim of the souvenir cup.

She spotted Thran with a handful of others, freshly back from their latest adventure for the Justicar. She moved over to their location from the seating area where she was.

“So, what’s the emergency?…” Rayne called out to him specifically, on her way over.

She looked at him highly unamused for a few seconds, before her face cracked a smile. Never a dull moment with him.

Thane had barely finished sighing by the time Kamjin returned. The man’s outfit elicited another. As he did so, the silvery-skinned Firrerreo reached down and finished adjusting his black wetshirt, pulling it on over his head with a puff of styled hair and a few annoyed blinks, he covered up the tapestry of his scars. He then retrieved his visor from his gold-trimmed black and white swimming trunks, ensuring they were firmly in place. Then he got comfortable again, idly kicking one leg and sending the floating tube into a slow spin.

The lazy river wasn’t just a name. The Justicar intended to embody it.

Don’t make eye contact, he reminded himself about his former Hand.

Kamjin tugged hard on his wedgie. No matter how he tried the material of his rented trunks returned to it’s natural, constrictive state.

He waved a polite greeting to Rayne and then turned to Thran. “What do you recommend here? Do they have my blue Meleoron?” Kamjin asked.

“What’s Namana, Squamp, and Vordax?” Kamjin asked, squinting at the sign.

Kamjin weighted the chances of getting more information out of this vendor versus just going with the color he wanted. “I’ll take blue,” he said. “Which one is that?”

“Rayne, what brings you out here? I didn’t expect to see you at a…place like this,” Kamjin said, turning to the side to rest his hand on the counter.

Rayne thought about it for a moment before settling on the words to answer Kamjin’s question. “Investigating” she said elusively. “And I’m about to investigate that lazy river here in a bit”

Kamjin knew better than to probe. If Rayne was playing it aloof she had her reasons. Not to mention, Kamjin was fairly certain she could seriously hurt him if he annoyed her. Just a wild sense he had of the Firrerreoan.

Titius pittered into the gates of the compound. I am going to get a solar burn here, I can feel it already. He wasnt sure why he was ordered to this backwater patch of duracrete but he assumed it had to do with “fun”.

“I swear those things exist to spite me,” Ellac said, walking up behind Titius as he stared up at a large sign with a Rancor plastered across it. An involuntary frown pulled at the edges of his mouth before he looked over at his apprentice. “Stay out of trouble.”

Titius grunted, focused on trying to read the sign claiming to show directions.

Elaine finds herself in a Cerise colored Halter neck swim suit with gold rimmed sunglasses that read “Cool” with the eyes as the two Os. She thought it best to bring a cross body satchel with her with the contents of her lightsaber, pazaak deck, wallet, and a couple other essentials.

“He would.” She said looking up at the sign of the water park labeled Thran-a-rama Splashventure.

She noticed a man with an eyepatch and metal arm just before walking past the two fellow clan members without saying a word as she entered the park.

Walking into the park, she saw Thran and a few other familiar faces next to him. She looked around at the scenery as she made her way to her comrades.

Titius groaned and made his way aimlessly into the park. From his pocket, he produced an obnoxiously pink swim cap replete with yellow rubber ducky motif.

If you would look at the crowd of people entering the park, you would possible spot Cade before he has spotted you. He didn’t share the adventurous, happy faces the other visitors had, he looked like someone stole his ice cone, grim and grumpy.

He exchanged his usual robes and cloak with a short sleeved white, yellow and brown rashguard and fitting wheat-colored regular style shorts, his arms decorated with two way to small orange floaties. He did pack his lightsaber and his tools in a small bagpack, that he carried one one shoulder.

“Well. I hope, i get ice cream - at least”

He exclaimed, while wading his way through the people.

“Hey, you there, with the horns.” Titius was elated that someone shared in his misery.

Kah’ri stared in disbelief at the sight of a Thran-themed aqua entertainment center. He held his holocom in his hand mentally replaying the summons he received.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, collecting himself after making a mad dash to arrive on short notice. “No, no. It’s okay. I don’t mind at all that there was no emergency. Also thanks for the heads up on a fun time at…. ‘Thran-a-rama Splashventure Fun Park’?” He said pretending that the Vizier was standing in front of him.

The Firrerreo man entered the park looking for its host. After scanning the area, a lazy river caught his eye before he spotted Kamjin, Thran, and a few others.

“So…. What exactly am I doing here?” He spoke to Thran and jibed at the Emperor. “Stellar suit, Kamjin. Did Thran make it for you?”

Titius allowed a slight smirk to pass over his face as he spotted his master wearing what appeared to be a warning bollard around his waist. It faded away before it could be seen.

Kah’ri gestured to his attire, very fit for battle, but not so for swimming. “I prefer my clothes dry. Where can I find something less embarrassing than what he has on?”

Kah’ri examined the cart and Pablo. He looked back at Thran. “Fine. Why not?”

He approached the cart and scanned the menu. “I’ll have a Vordax Sno Cone, please.” He said, reaching for his money.

Kah’ri handed over the change and took his Sno Cone, heading over to the Gift Shoppe.

A face mask-snorkel combo piece hung loosely around Ellac’s neck as he looked down at the wave pool which seemed to be raring up. With a small smirk, he made his way over to the large pool, wading into the depths as the ever-rising waves unforgivingly swiped a nearby child’s legs out from under them as the water drew back, and then pushed the kid face-first back down into the water as the tide returned.

Elaine arrived by her comrades a few moments after Kah’ri. “Did I hear someone say sno cones? As in flavored ice?” Her face lit up slightly at the thought of chewing the frozen liquid.

“Yes….Osseus. What a pleasure to meet you here. I assume your master is here?” Cade looked at Titus smirking.

“You don’t know where to get ice cream to make this day brighter, eh?” He let his gaze wander over the compound, spotting Thran, Kamjin and a few others near of a small ice vendor.

“If you excuse me, i acquired my target and desire” Leaving the human behind him, approaching the small gathering.

“No, Thran didn’t make it. But it’s one of his rental shop specials. Thran, do they allow exchanges here? I think this one is a size to small,” Kamjin said, plucking again at the form fitting material.

Standing there, eagerly awaiting her turn for the sweet treat, Elaine can’t help but feel a little giddy as she looks at the sign with different flavors labeled on it.

“Final,” Kamjin sputtered. He didn’t care about the credits. It’s just, if he had known it was a purchase he’d have been more critical of the choice. “Thanks,” he said, noticing he didn’t have his credits on him. “Thran, does this place run a tab or something?”

Elaine steps up to the stand and proceeds to look at Pablo. “I’ll have one Vordax and one that’s just plain, thanks.” She said then turned to Thran and winked at him in return. “I’ll have to try the namana later.” She smiled.

“Thran, this stuff is going to melt,” Kamjin said, trying to elicit a response. “Pablo,” Kamjin said, cluing into the man’s name. “Can you start a tab?”

Elaine reached into her satchel. Grabbing her wallet, she then proceeded to hand the attendant the seven credits he had asked for. She took the two cones. “Thank you.” She took a step back from the stand and began to enjoy her chilled treat.

The tides of the pool rose high above Ellac’s head as he swam out to the deepest area. The waves tossed him back as if he were but a tiny Goober Fish, but Ellac refused to let the water decide his fate. His legs kicked furiously and his arms pulled back and forth as he refused to let the cascading currents sweep him under

After the mission Socorra hadn’t fully believed Thran was serious about a sno-cone or whatever they called them, but for a desert woman it sure sounded good. She left her beskar secure aboard the ship as a 5-credit locker seemed a bad idea and for now she wore a black tank and fatigues. No one had been ready for a pool party, except maybe Thran himself.

“Not sure what this Grotto is but I suppose we should find water clothes,” she said quietly to Vez and indicated the gift shop. <@371402534973341696>

“I don’t swim,” Vez said, lighting up a cigarra. She held the pack out to Socorra and glanced around at the Thran-theme decor, as had been her practice every thirty seconds since they approached the gates. “This had better be the best kriffin sno cone I have ever had in my life.”

Titius approached the stand labeled Sno-Cone. “All-in-1”.

“Limoncello,” she said. She nodded towards Thran. “His tab.”

“Um, hullo? Sleemo! Over here? Actually paying customer?”

“All in one, ey? That’s bold.” Elaine said to Titius. She followed up her statement with a mouthful of her flavored sno cone

“Do I ask for an opinion, two bit nerfcalf? Accidents are just a part of life. Stop trying to ruin mine!” Titius rasped.

Titius hands over 13 credits so beat up theyre barely legal currency. “Sorry bout the blood on them, been busy”.

Kah’ri munched on his flavored ice. An herbal mint flavor melted in his mouth with a nice citrus kick at the end. It was pleasant, but his tongue continued to numb as he progressed through the frozen treat. The citrus flavor still cut through the numbness, however.

Kah’ri entered the Gift Shoppe, still eating his sno cone. He examined the swimwear for sale, stopping at pair of black trunks with lime green hems. “Hmm,” he said, ice in his increasingly numb mouth. With his free hand, he grabbed the trunks and proceeded to the clerk near the entrance.

“How much for these?” He asked the clerk, setting the garment on the counter. She was too caught up in the music she was listening to hear him speak. “HOW MUCH FOR THESE?” He tried shouting over her headphones. No dice.

He reached for the bell on the counter and slid it in front of him, dinging it incessantly.

“These trunks. How much for them?” Kah’ri took another bite of his almost gone sno cone.

Kah’ri raised his eyebrows at the Mon Cala. “You don’t know?” He said, bewildered and slightly annoyed. “Maybe…. Find out?” He gestured to one of the several terminals near her.

“Mmno.” Kah'ri said plainly. He gathered up the garment and began walking toward the exit, tossing the empty sno cone cup in the trash bin by the door.

Titius walked the wavepool and nonchalantly dropped the contents of his cone in the shallow end.

After finishing her Vordax sno cone, Elaine placed the empty container over the bottom of the other one and began to eat the ice in her other one.

“Hey Thran, where can I find an inflatable inner tube for the lazy river?”

Elaine released a small laugh. “Thanks, Thran.” She continued to eat her ice as she made her way to the lazy river.

After getting to the lazy river, she finds a chair to lay her satchel on and then finds an inner tube.

She grabbed the inner tube and set it afloat upon the surface of the water as she climbed into it and relaxed as she drifted along with the current while still chomping on her ice.

Kah'ri dropped his peering look at the “Jeff” and exited the Gift Shoppe, trunks in hand. He looked around for a security guard, but only spotted the half-asleep entrance guard who looked older than the Emperor, himself. Grumbling to himself, he walked back over toward Thran and company.

“Thran, who’s in charge, here?” He said gesturing to the entire park, trunks flailing in his hand.

“Who hired the Mon Cala in the Gift Shoppe? Name tag says ‘Jeff’.”

Having tamed the rolling currents of the wave pool, Ellac swam back to the shallows as the waters temporarily calmed. Triumphantly wading to the edge of the pool, he saw Titius pass by, tainting his waters with his slush of brown ice.

“Titius!” His voice boomed as he shouted his apprentice’s name. “What in Thran’s name do you think you’re doing?” Ellac strode over to the Courier, plucking the empty cone from his hand. He stooped down, scooping up a cone-full of the murky brown water where Titius had dumped his treat. “These are my waters, and you defile them,” Ellac said, handing the cone back to the man. “Drink it.”

Atashi entered the theme park, feeling a little self conscious on the olive green bikini set she’d chosen to sport. She was already late, she’d spent a few hours trying to corral Porgy into his cage before fashioning a make shift harness to bring him along with her. They needed bonding time. She wasn’t sure how waterproof Porg were, but guessed this was the time to find out.

Looking around, the park seemed to be pretty quiet. She brought up her map to try to figure out what she should do first.

“That was irrefutably NOT ME!” Titius exclaimed as his throat was filled with melted sno-cone, sweat and heavily chlorinated water. He gurgled and coughed hard enough to draw blood.

Stepping behind his apprentice as he choked on the water, Ellac pushed him forward, causing Titius to stumble into the shallows. “Tell it to the waves,” he said, menacingly pointing to the far side of the pool just as the motors began generating a new tide.

The Mystic’s eyes shimmered momentarily. Kah'ri, still equipped for battle, stuffed the trunks in the back of his belt. He turned and marched back to the Gift Shoppe. Entering the room, Kah'ri waved his hand, closing each of the sliding doors at either end of the shop and trapping its occupants inside.

Titius was brash enough to turn and very clearly form a gesture that caused nearby patrons to cover their childrens eyes in horror. “Take that, you wipeout petulant youngling”.

The Firrerreo stretched out his hand reaching through the Force. He searched for the pretend attendant, but no longer felt their presence in the room. He reached further than the Gift Shoppe and noticed the Mon Cala’s presence fleeing into the arcade. Kah'ri turned his palm up and raised his hand, reopening the Gift Shoppe doors, and dashed out toward his target.

He arrived at the arcade and entered through the automatic door. It was dark inside, illuminated by the hologames and simulators that filled the room. Various noises from each game collided in a disorganized fashion that Kah'ri found quite enjoyable, despite its chaos.

A feral yell could be heard across the park followed by an explosive splash as Titius was heaved into the deep end of the wave pool. He thrashed about, trying to get to the surface as <@503352868363960336> held him down through the Force.

Cade noticed a scaly looking Mon Calamari run out the arcade in a hurry, his target; the back of the park, literally pushing himself through the crowd like a fish on search for water.

Strange, but maybe the arcade is a trap Cade thought and entered the arcade on the search for something suspicious. At least he attempted to do so, as soon as he entered the warm, blinking, loud place, he walked full speed into a stressed looking <@248607477015379987> , throwing him down to the ground like a rotworm profi-tackler.

Retracting his hand, allowing Titius to breach the surface gasping for air, Ellac reached up to the mask and snorkel hanging at his neck and placed them over his face.

Sprinting along the side of the pool, around to the deep end, Ellac took a quick breath before diving into the rising waves below. His body sliced through the water like a lightsaber through butter as he shot like a torpedo straight at his apprentice.

Titius shook the water out of his eyes, blinked and promptly screamed as he saw Ellac hammering towards him at high velocity. Scrabbling for a pool edge, he frantically thrashed away from the oncoming assault.

“You want to do what with his mother?” Titius yelled, probing his implants.

“Im not really hungry, thanks!”

Ellac slid his face mask to the top of his head as he looked over at the Zabrak girl. He wanted to refute her, but given where they were, he knew he had to relent. “What do you need us to do?” he asked unapologetically.

Kah’ri ‘kick-upped’ onto his feet. “Watch where you’re going, guy!” He shouted at <@606080682267246612>. He searched frantically for any lead on Jeff, but saw nothing. “Ugh! Look. You haven’t seen a Mon Cala running around here have you? He’s got a uniform on?” He asked tapping his toe impatiently.

While he was still lying on his back, staring at his attacker, he replied in a dazed manner. “A Mon Cala? I think, I saw one running this direction.”

He quickly pulled himself up and pointed towards the crowd at the back of the park.

“He ran in the direction of the special attractions. just now. Maybe you can still catch him. Need help?”

“I’ll take what I can get.” Kah’ri replied as he took off in the direction indicated, his new partner in tow.

Titius was making faces behind Ellac’s back while draining and rebooting his implants. One audibly fizzled and popped.

He mimed Mey nems Ellac and erm ser seggsy, Nyeh…

As Cade followed Kah'ri in the crowd, he tried to find a sign of the scaly mon calamari, but he couldn’t see him or any special attractions. At this point he wasn’t even sure if there were any special attractions at all in this park.

“This way!” Kah'ri called, weaving through patrons and obstacles like a lizard-monkey through trees. The trail led the pair to the bottom of an attraction called “The Murderizer”. Kah'ri presumed, based on the matching color schemes of the orange-and-green-striped path, that “The Murderizer” was the name of the exceptionally long and twisted slide that ran over their heads. “Kriff. This has to have been Thran’s idea for a slide.”

Ellac swam over to the edge of the pool by the lifeguard. “My apprentice and I will look after the pool while you get your cream. Isn’t that right, Titius?” he said, looking back at his underling with a smirk.

“Yes, yes, ABSolutely. Everyone will be very safe. Can I have the whistle?” Titius said with a wide grin.

Ellac pulled himself out of the pool, flinging the water from his cybernetic arm. “Don’t worry. No one here gets to die.” His voice was low and ominous.

Titius gave a sidelong look at Ellac. “Youre no fun, yknow?”

The Warrior’s eye flashed with a hint of mischief as he hushed his pupil. “Watching over the lives of civilians is a serious responsibility. We will make sure no one gets themselves killed.” Ellac stepped to the pool deck, taking command of Janice’s station.

“So Ellac, what would happen if I put a concussion grenade in the wave machine?” Titius put on an inquisitive and innocent face.

Ellac looked out at the park patrons as they waded in the waves. “You’d get thrown out of the park, probably.”

“OOH that looks fun” Titius became mesmerized.

“It is.” Ellac gazed at the waves longingly.

Cade followed Kah'ri through the crowd like a bulldozer. Where the gap was too small to him to weave through, he just bashed through. They stopped before the big attraction called “The Murderizer”.

“please don’t tell me, the mon cala is riding that thing” He exclaimed, looking left and right and scanning for the missing target.

Atashi gave a nod, her face flushing. She knew Thran was some kind of important person around the Clan, but wasn’t sure exactly what he did yet. Still, she was pretty sure the invitation to this super fun “team building” day was under his instruction, so he was… probably alright?

Hearing an assortment of chirps, whistles and growls coming from a nearby building she guessed the Daycare center was the slightly dilapidated one by the main entrance and headed over to drop Porgy off. “I’ll be back for you later, buddy”, she cooed, face held close to her new little compassion and oozing adoration. SQUACK! She instinctively raised a hand to the place on her nose the little guy had given her a “friendly” peck. No blood drawn. I should probably check my vaccinations are up to date…

With Porgy safely settled, she started following the signs to the lazy river. On arrival, she scanned the scene and quickly located her master, stretched out on one of the floaties.

Elaine was floating down the river when she saw a feminine figure by the edge of the water. She propped herself up on one arm and pull her sunglasses down her nose to try and identify the figure.

“Atashi!” She said with glee when she recognized her apprentice. “Give me just a sec, I’ll be right over.” She hopped off the floaty and walked to the edge of the river with the inner tube in tow.

Reaching the edge, she lifted the inner tube onto the pavement and climbed up right after. Elaine wrung the water out of her hair then smiled at her apprentice.

“You made it!” Elaine said, “I wasn’t sure if you would.” She let a small laugh escape her mouth.

Atashi felt a sense of relief wash over her hearing her master’s enthusiastic greeting. She was worried she was going to be out of her depth here (for one thing, she couldn’t swim) but with Elaine to watch over her…

Wait, she wasn’t sure if she’d make it? Had she been so inconsistent already? Was her master having doubts about her?! She pushed the thoughts out of mind, she was being ridiculous. And today was supposed to be fun!

“Elaine!! I did!! I’m so sorry I’m late, the Porg, I mean Porgy…”, she brushed her hand up to the still stinging gash on her nose, “he’s a bit more… energetic than I anticipated…”

She cast her eyes around the local area, “So umm… what are we meant to be doing here? What should I do? Do we do this a lot? I heard there were sno cones..?” stop asking all the questions, she berated herself, as she felt her face flush again.

After climbing out of the pool, Elaine looks at the lifeguard. “Uhhh.. sure.” She finds the lifeguard rather cool and feels compelled to follow his instructions

She starts walking in a direction then turns on her heel and looks at him again. “Which way to the wave pool again?” She asks.

Thane sighed through his nostrils as his tube slowly spun in the Lazy River. With one leg submerged, the Firrerreon idly kicked and guided his floating form over to the edge. Once there, his leg came up and hooked onto the side and locked him in place.

“Or,” he directed towards the lifeguard. “I stay here until it is fixed.”

He said nothing else, other than his leg-lock he remained utterly still.

Feeling a very faint flush of heat come to her cheeks, she smiles and began to walk in the direction he had pointed.

“Oh, one more thing, nice streak.” She points to his hair and then turns around to continue her stride towards her destination.

Atashi blinks slowly as she watches Elaine agree to… whatever it was they were doing. Still, perhaps this would give her the chance to prove to Elaine she had what it takes! She jogs a little to catch up, then matches Elaine’s pace.

Ellac meticulously scanned the pool in its entirety, his eye dialed in like a Convor watching over the lives of the people left under his charge. All seemed well, but with such powerful waves building every moment, the tide was sure to change.

Once they reached the maintenance shed behind the wave pool, they see a guy with a working on the pumps.

“Are you Carl?” She asked. “The lifeguard over by the lazy River said you needed some help with the pumps.”

Kah’ri examined the signs one more time and weighed his options. Maintaining what little agency he had left in his decision, he took the right path hoping this was the direction to ‘The Murderizer’.

“I’ll take this one, you take that one.” He said to <@606080682267246612>.

He looked up past the slides and the bright, sunny sky. “Please, don’t let this be strange.” He said, pleading to the cosmos.

Atashi took the scene in with wide eyes. A little help?! What kind of maintenance did they have round here?!

Water seemed to be leaking or gushing out of many, many points throughout the maze of pipework that filled the small shed.

Elaine had rushed the closest pipe and deftly staved the initial flow with her hands. “Here!”, Atashi shouted, as she spotted two spare spanners, using the force to navigate one into Elaine’s hand and the other towards herself. Between them they made quick work of patching up the pipes, though she couldn’t be sure how long their handiwork would hold. And they were soaked.

“Phew! Elaine wiped the sweat from her brow. “Well then! That was definitely somethin’.” She looks at Atashi and Carl the ugnaught and laughs a little.

“Anything else we need to do, Carl?”

The Justicar felt the flow of water return. Yet, now that it had, he couldn’t help but feel that there was something missing. Something…far more important.

He made a grabbing motion with his hand as if to confirm that it was, indeed, empty.

Yet another exhale made its way through his nostrils and Thane finally departed from his innertube. Finding one of the docking stations, the man disembarked. He rose to his full height and adjusted his visor which hid his black-gold gaze. His search didn’t last long, seeing as he stood at least a head taller than average.

The bar was as obnoxiously decorated as anything else in the theme park and that fact alone almost made his eyes roll. But, they had what he desired. He could see the fruit and firaxian sharks hanging from the rims of several fluted drinks passing him. The distinctive aroma of alcohol teased his senses as he inhaled. Thane waited patiently in line, his eyebrows dancing as he took in the people around him before finally making it to the ‘beach bumb’ tending the bar. “Bone me,” Thane stated flatly, despite his lilting accent.

Pleased with his prize, the Justicar found his way back to the Lazy River and once more metaphorically climbed aboard an innertube, somehow assuming an even more relaxed position than before. With an arm behind his head and his legs crossed, the blindingly pale man found the straw with his tongue and guided it to his mouth. After swallowing a long sip, he awaited the buzz with anticipation. For the briefest of moments he felt it, but the tingle quickly faded away. Thane frowned and returned to small, quick sips driven more out of spite and disappointment than the previous excitement.

Elaine looked at Atashi. “You cool with that?” She asked.

Instinctively diving into the water at the sight of the flailing child, Ellac’s body slipped under the surface as he nosedived to the bottom of the pool. Flipping forward to plant his feet against the floor, crouching into the motion, Ellac pushed off, rocketing straight towards the kid. With one arm, he scooped up the exhausted child, the little body seeming to go limp in his arm. Swimming back to the edge of the pool, he lifted the child out of the water to safety.

Atashi gave a firm nod. “Lead the way, master…”

“… though would you mind if we stop for a sno cone on the way?”

Cade followed the path down. He couldn’t see a the mon calamari Kah'ri searched for, but he could smell the chicken soup. It smelled too good to be true. He heard his stomach growl. “One quick sip, nobody would know, right?” He approached the vendor carefully.

“Nah I don’t mind,” she replied. “I want to try the other flavors anyway.”

Elaine and Atashi leave the shed and make their way to the sno cone stand. When they arrive Elaine starts looking around for the Mon Cal while she waits.

“So what’re you gonna get?” She asked while still looking around.

“Huh, we’re kidnapping now, Master?” Titius flashed his gaze to the commotion then turned back to the waves.

Kah’ri gazed up at the structure looming over him. He didn’t mind the height. Any residual concern about falling to his death was left at that island on Garu. The real problem was how many steps there were on the behemoth-sized tower. Kah’ri let his head drop back down to ground level, looking for some sort of alternative option.

There it was. An emergency lift ran parallel with the staircase all the way to the top. “Bingo.” He muttered to himself. The lift was blocked off by a tall wall, but he could see the rail of a small gantry ladder peeking over it. Without hesitation, the alpinist traced a route onto The Murderizer’s structural rails, leaping from one brace to another, until he was above the ladder. He jumped down, landing gracefully onto the platform, and continued to the lift.

Lifts like these always required a key to operate and to Kah’ri’s surprise, one was left inserted to the controls. “Nice. Good to know safety is a big thing here.” He said sarcastically to himself. He turned the key and pressed a button, closing the access door and sending the lift straight to the top. He watched out of the lift’s only viewport as the horizon began to drop lower and lower. It’d probably have been a great view, if not for the single largest cloud ever that obscured most of it. He was able to see almost all Tokare, however, and it was nice to look at, even from this height.

A thought occurred to the Mystic as it reached the top. If the employees are careless enough to leave keys in an emergency lift, what else could be neglected on their tallest slide? Kah’ri felt a pit in his stomach as the lift doors opened, revealing the water slide launching point and the attendant running it.

“NO!” Kah'ri reached out his hand, focusing on his target. He successfully held Jeff with the Force, dragging him back up the slide as gallons of water poured over their head. If they weren’t a marine species, they would surely have drowned this way.

Ellac reached his metal hand over to the Zabrak boy laying still beside the pool, worried the child might have taken on water when he snatched him up, but the boy’s small frame rose and fell with deep breaths.

“Conrat, One. Osseus, Zero,” he said, smugly looking up at Titius.

“Good day, soupman! I want a chicken noodle to go” Cade stepped closer to counter. “Apologise my question, but did you see a mon calamari running this way?”

“Let’s take barrel. I’m feeling quite hungry. How much ?”

“Took you long enough,” Ellac said, eyeing the Zabrak girl, a white streak of Solar Cream painted down her nose. “The kid said a red fish pushed him in. Did you see anybody like that while you were gone?”

“Blast!” Kah'ri growled, shaking off the distraction and running across the platform. He dove, head-first onto the mostly horizontal top of the Murderizer, his momentum being added to by the jets flooding the slide with water. The first turn came and Kah’ri reached out to catch the inside corner, spinning him into a feet-first position. He crossed his arms across his chest and his legs as he rounded the corner. Up next was a drop. It looked big from this angle, but he couldn’t tell for sure.

A speaker was mounted on the rim of the slide. As he approached the drop, he heard Thran’s voice over the rushing water, “Ladies and Gentlemen I give you……. The Murderizer!”

Titius palmed his vibrodagger.“I could make it zero”

The drop was near vertical and Kah’ri felt his body lose contact with the slide momentarily. The bottom grade caught him and immediately made a twisting turn. Marru felt the gravitational force on his body as he continually sped up. A series of more wild turns and drops followed the encapsulated Firrerreo. One section was pitch black and he noticed a series of small lights built into the slide that were placed at precise locations to emulate the effect of a hyperspace jump. As the dots became lines, the tube began to glow a familiar blue and he felt the start of another large descent.

His body accelerated more and more and he winced as the tube opened back up to daylight. The Mystic saw that he was on the first part of a giant “U”-shape. His body tensed up with antici……..PAtion as the curve aggressively jerked him back onto a climb. The G-force relented as he was tossed into the air, clearing the slide’s rim entirely. Kah’ri flailed his limbs undignifiedly as he flew above the slide’s track. For a moment, he could see the Mon Calamari at the end of the ride. Regaining his composure, he crossed his arms and legs again before bouncing back on the slide like a turbo-sled in a narrow valley.

The final stretch took the slider’s amassed momentum and launched them directly down a hall of waterjets shooting the opposite direction before splashing in a pool of water at the end. Kah’ri readied himself for the hose-down but watched in terror as the jets turned off. He was going too fast. He reached out toward either side looking for something to grab onto, finding nothing. He considered his situation and decided to gamble injury.

The Firrerreo Mystic positioned himself in a crotched landing, his legs spread front and back, hand to his side for balance. His feet met the pool first and he glided across the water rather gracefully, tucking into a roll as he touched pavement again.

Atashi scans the menu, and a slightly confused look passes over her face. “Umm…. do you have purple flavour?”

“It’s delicious so of course I came back.” She laughed a little. “Can’t keep it all to myself, now can I?” She replied.

“Thanks, smells delicious! Take 60 credits.” Cade hands the Soup man 60 credits from his wallet, then proceeded to take his small barrel of hot chicken soup back to the way he last saw kah'ri, then followed the path to “The Murderizer”, where he just witnessed a familiar firrerreo finishing his ride.

“The Murderizer? Really?” Ellac rolled his eye at Janice. “Which one is that?”, he asked, reaching over to Titius, pushing his apprentice over the edge of the pool.

Cade analyzed the situation. His target jeff was surrounded by him, a wet Kah'ri, a grumpy looking titus and a angry Ellac. The mon calamari looked left and right, rotating his head as he understood that he was now trapped. We need to catch him alive and get him to Thran in one piece.

The Iktotchi looked down on the miniature barrel of still hot, but delicious smelling soup. The dice were rolled, his plan simply. Incapacitating the Mon Cala with the soup then try to get his head in the drum to disorientate him.

He got ready to throw and catapulted the hot glutamated liquid towards Jeff.

Kah’ri gathered himself and immediately pursued his target, making sure to snag a towel from a nearby worker’s station. Simultaneously drying himself and running proved difficult, so he gave up after getting his arms and threw the towel over his shoulders like a shawl. He rounded a corner and found the Mon Calamari trapped by Ellac, his new student Titius, and Cade. Having no where to go, the four held Jeff at a standoff. The air was tense with anticipation.

He watched the marine alien squeal as Cade tossed some steaming liquid on him. Seeing his chance and very much wanting to hurt this nuisance, Kah’ri reached his hands forward, letting arcs of electricity latch onto the wet Mon Cala. His shrieking intensified as his body seized involuntarily.

Cade saw Kah'ri unleashing a force lighting towards the marinated fish, effectively grilling him. But it was not enough, he focused his mind, pulling the force through his fingers towards the fish.

“Let’s do a surf n’ turf! It’s one of my favorites!” He laughed.

The flow of force manifested into a stream of violet-blue aggressive lightning covering his target with electrical current and sparks. It faintly smelled like rotisserie chicken.

Kah’ri sighed with relief. He finally caught his prey. “Someone pick him up. Thran wants him.”

“Did Thran specify in what condition?”

“Would you like to answer for additional injury?” Kah’ri replied sharply. “He’s incapacitated. This is enough.”

“I mean, <@503352868363960336> taught me so if anything its his fault”

Ellac strolled over and scooped the unconscious Fish person up, their body still involuntarily twitching as little arcs of electricity flicked about. “Don’t mind him, Titius. He’s just bitter that he couldn’t catch them by himself,” he said, throwing the limp body over his shoulder. “Besides, I don’t think anyone would mind if we take their legs off. No more legs to run with, no more escaping incompetent pursuers.”

Ellac turned back towards the center of the park, eyeing <@606080682267246612> as he started down the path that would take them to Thran. “Good thinking with the soup.”

“No purple?”, Atashi sighed. She thought for a moment. “I’ll have a red and a blue then please.”

As she waited, she looked back at <@971875986654257162> .

“That’s a good choice. As for me Pablo, I’ll have the Namana this time.” Elaine says, reaching for her satchel to grab her wallet only to find that it’s not there

“Ah Womp Rats, that’s right. I left it at the lazy river.” She looks at Pablo then Atashi “I’ll be back in just a second with my wallet.” She says, starting to run in the direction of the lazy river

When she arrives, she picks up her satchel and feels around inside for her wallet to check if it’s still there. She feels her wallet, but something else is missing…

Gasp She urgently looked inside her satchel to find that her lightsaber is missing. “Of all the things to be missing..” She pinches the bridge of her nose.

After checking all around where her satchel was with no luck in finding her lightsaber, Elaine returned to sno cone stand infuriated

Thane continued to spin on his inner-tube within the Lazy River—a river that became more lazy the longer it contained him. As he adjusted for maximum comfort, the Justicar came to find that his spite sipping of “The Bone” was, at last, rewarded.

Warmth flushed his cheeks, bringing some long missing colour. The accompanying buzz seemed to resonate with the speakers lining the river. Without giving it much thought, Thane began to wiggle dance. His foot tapped from side to side in tune with the beat while subtle head bobs followed.

“Thanks. Don’t know why i did that. Now i have 60 credits less and I’m still hungry. But at least we got the fish.” Cade wanted to sound optimistic, but he was mostly hangry. Slowly walking behind the others, occasionally kicking small stones out of the way and eyed the mon cala suspiciously.

Kamjin shook his head and wondered just how long he’d been standing at the sno cone hut. Sitting on the counter was a melted sno cone that had formed a pale blue liquid as the ice and blue dye bled together.

He didn’t know if it was because his trunks were to tight, he could feel them creasing lines into this thighs, or if it was the sun. Having been raised on Alderaan the temperature was more mild and a life time of service within Imperial ships and installations meant he never had time to acclimate to a non-standard climate. Whatever the reason, he had clearly zoned out. Looking around no one was near him. Thran either hadn’t noticed his questions while in his element or been called away.

There’s no way Thran would intentionally ignore him. Regardless, he felt he should get checked out. He thought he remembered seeing a medical hut on the map but in his dazed state began to wander aimlessly.

“What’s that,” Kamjin muttered to himself, his mouth watering. A certain aroma filled the air of spiced meats and grease. Kamjin found himself sniffing the air like a Nexu on the hunt and gradually navigated his way to a corndog stall.

Kamjin sauntered up to the stall. “What is that amazing smell?” Kamjin asked.

“What a corndog?” Kamjin asked, hilting his head back to inhale the amazing scent.

Kamjin nodded his head stupidly. The heatstroke had warped his mind and he’d have believed the vendor if he had told him this was the cure of a cloudy day. “Can I have one with a large drink?” Kamjin asked, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth.

“Blech. Eww! Geez!” Kamjin reacted violently to the options. “I’ll take a crab juice.”

“Is that a challenge? Because I will gladly take it on.” Elaine responded angrily to the mysterious person using telepathy.

Kamjin took the massive corndog by the flimsy stick that had the tensile strength of durasteel. The meat was immovable. He took the first glorious bite and his mind exploded like his first time diving into the opal.

“‘Is s 'maz'ng,” Kamjin said while chewing the piping hot concoction. He struggled with his other hand at the oversized container but washed it down with the crab juice. “Ewww,” Kamjin said, then took another gulp of the cooling liquid.

“Fine.” Elaine gently takes her sno cone from Atashi. “Thanks for the sno cone, Pablo.” She hands him 30 credits then turns to her apprentice.

“I’ll be back <@168406562740633600>, someone decided to try my patience by taking my lightsaber. You can come with me or you can stay here. It’s up to you.” She said in an irritated tone.

She turns back to Pablo. “You can keep the change. You definitely deserve it.”

Kamjin devoured the corndog with wanton abonnement. Cornbread crumbs covered his unshaven face as he took a finishing gulp of the crab juice. His face winced slightly from the saltiness. Finding a nearby trash receptacle he deposited his garbage while brushing his stubble clean.

Across the walkway he noticed <@971875986654257162> storming off towards the arcade. “Hey, Elaine,” Kamjin called out. “I didn’t expect to see you here. What are you upto?”

Hearing a familiar voice, Elaine turned around, anger visible on her face. “Some bantha fodder that it would be a good idea to take my lightsaber and now I’m going to get it back.” She replied to Kamjin.

Kamjin smirked and motioned Elaine onward. “Well, we’ll need to set that right.” he said.

“We’ll?” She questioned. “You’re coming with me?”

“I’ve got nothing else to do,” he replied, pulling his trunks out of his rear as they continued to ride up. “Lead the way.”

“Fair enough.” Elaine and Kamjin set off to the arcade to find the perpetrator who stole her lightsaber.

Kamjin blinked as his eyes adjusted to the darkened arcade. “So, what do we know about our query?” he asked the young Sith.

“Not much. They took my lightsaber obviously and said I had to prove myself worthy to get it back.” She scoffed.

“Oh yeah, and they were being all cryptic and said “go to the place where prizes are won, for challenges great, and you may be given the opportunity to earn your lightsaber back.” So the only place I could think of was here.” She said as she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll, umm”… She’d not seen Elaine angry before and felt like perhaps she should leave her to find her saber. Before she had time to to decide the best course of action, she watched as the Knight headed with determination in the direction of the arcade.

As she thought, she tried some of her sno cone. Mmmm, tastes like Squamp, my favourite!

Well, she’d been wanting to check out the arcade anyway. She was kind of hoping they’d have some of those machines with a claw where you could win a toy. Porgy seemed lonely, and she wanted to get him a friend.

Elaine heard footsteps behind them. She turned around to see her apprentice. “Oh, Atashi. It’s just you. You come to help or to win prizes?” She asked out if genuine curiosity.

Atashi scanned the area for plushies. At first glance, she didn’t spot any…

“To help!! Absolutely!! What do you need me to do?”

She shrugged off the feeling that Elaine could sense she was still on the look out for how to win a plushie.

“I’m not entirely sure.” She said as she turned back to the arcade.

“Alright you meatbag, I swear if you don’t give me back my lightsaber, I’m going to gut you like a goober fish!” She said using telepathy to speak to the mystery person.

“You little- ugh!” She replied. “What do you want me to do?” She crossed her arms, leaned on her hip, and rolled her eyes with her response.

“Excuse me,” Kamjin asked, tapping Elaine on the shoulder. “Who are you talking to?”

Elaine turned her head to look at Kamjin, “The person who took my lightsaber.” She answered. “They won’t tell me what I’m supposed to be doing.” She said with attitude.

Kamjin rubbed the scruff on his face as he scanned the room. It was pretty much what he expected to find. It was loud. An assault upon the senses with the flashing lights, sounds fighting for dominance, and this odd sense that Thran had found a way to invade even in here. Kamjin could have sworn he had seen his face on one of the game cabinets.

“If they’re here, we’ll find them,” Kamjin said.

“Agreed.” Elaine replied. “Let’s take a look around.”

Elaine begins to walk around the arcade, trying to find any clue or where or who this person is and how she can find her lightsaber again.

Titius felt his stomach growl. “<@606080682267246612> where did you get that soup? Smells pretty good.” he remarked, sniffing the Mon Cala over Ellac’s shoulder.

“What so I just play the games and beat the high score? Fine whatever.” Elaine said, releasing a heavy sigh.

She walks over to the Poc-Mon game and starts playing. I’m gonna win the Rancor while I’m at it. She thought to herself.

Kah’ri furled his brow at the mercenary. “You can still smell that through the stench of his flesh?” He walked downwind of Ellac and the unconscious body he hauled, mildly coughing at the smell of burned fish meat. The Mon Cala’a skin was mostly dried up after the electrocution, a circumstance that left him smelling more foul than usual. Kah’ri held his nose and rushed in front of Ellac to get upwind of the odor.

“Well, IT” Titius gestured at the whole“smells like a fresh blaster wound, so yes I can smell through it.”

“Where is Thran anyways? Are we supposed to be parading this half-dead fish around the whole park like a macabre circus? Lets just put them in a locker and ditch the key!”

“When I spoke to him last, he was at the sno cone stand.” Kah'ri replied. “<@503352868363960336> should have seen him. He was standing next to the Emperor.” He turned to the newly promoted Warrior and gave a knowing smirk.

“A small soup shop” He pointed his hand towards a small path away from the group “that way, just follow the smell. Also i’m still hungry.” He looked to his companions. “How far is it? Maybe i can get a sno cone for myself after we delivered our burnt fish.”

Ellac adjusted the still wet body on his shoulder as it tried to slip off. “Just because I’m well-acquainted with the Emperor doesn’t mean I know where he is at all times,” he said, staring down the path that lead around to the sno cone stand. “But any Force Sensitive with half the training you’ve had, Sith or not, should be able to sense the Vizier’s presence over there.” Ellac pointed with his free hand towards the fake beach at the park’s center.

“And the sno cone stand is right there,” he said, turning to the Iktotchi as he nodded toward the man behind the stand happily scooping up cones of ice and covering them with different colored syrups.

“Yeah, i see” He turned his head towards the small booth, watching it with a longing look. “You know what, i will get myself something, anyone else?”

While playing Poc-Mon, Elaine lost three times and the game shut off, making a game over sound before the screen turned black with each loss.

“Dang it. Fine, I’ll try another one.” The knight said, walking to a game called Totris. “This one looks easy enough.” She said, beginning to play the game.

After a few minutes, she hears a victory theme. The screens now reads the high score as INN - 12000 as the machine spit out a bunch of tickets.

“Sweet! One down, two to go.” She said, grabbing the tickets. She walked over to Skee-Ball.

Kah'ri reached out to locate Thran himself, peeved at the arrogance of his peer’s comment. Confirming the words, the Mystic sensed Thran lounging in the fake beach area. The Vizier’s thoughts were difficult to decipher, but he could make out something about his sno cone. “Were you under the impression I hadn’t already sensed him?” Kah'ri said. He cut in front of Ellac toward his quest-giver, knocking the Warrior’s shoulder to intentionally destabilize him. “I would think someone with your level of training would have learned some humility.”

He stopped mid-stride and held up a finger at the overglorified pack mule. “Let me make myself clear:” His eyes flashed a green glow. “I do not care about your opinion. I do not care about your life, your struggles, or your motivations. I will, however, demand the respect that is owed to my station and will give it back in equal measure. You don’t have to like me. But you’d better know when you want to pick a fight.” He grabbed the fish’s ankle and turned to walk away, pulling the Mon Cala off of Ellac’s shoulder and on to his own.

“If you don’t care what I think, then why go out of your way to point it out?” Ellac smirked as his lone eye watched Kah’ri turn away with Jeff on his shoulder. “As far as my respect…,” he said, loosely following behind the Mystic. “You can demand it like a child all you want… Show me you deserve it. You want to talk about rank? We can have it out right here. But you’d better be damn sure you can put me down for good…”

Cade left the group with hast, his target at clear sight; Sno cones. He reched the stand, putting 20 credits on the counter. “As many sno cones as i can get for that. Keep the change!” Then turned around watching his companions fighting over the mon cala like two little children.

Elaine played the game twice and failed terribly on the first try. On her second try, she was almost there but choked and missed the hole she was trying to throw the ball into.

“Ah, Womp Rats!” She said as she listened to the defeated them coming from the game. “Whatever, I’ve got the tickets I need.” She spoke to herself, walking to the ticket booth.

When she got to the booth, she slammed the tickets on the counter. “There! I beat your stupid game, now give me back my lightsaber!” Elaine said to the mystery thief using telepathy.

“To not trust the security at Thran’s water parks and leave my possessions unsupervised. I get it. Life lessons, blah blah blah.” She responded, rolling her eyes.

Elaine stood there, sweat running down her temple, and her body shaking in fear and anger towards herself.

“W-Wha… What was t-that..?” She said the the mysterious person.

“What is it?” Kamjin asked.

Titius broke off from the group as his stomach groaned like a dying rancor. “Going for some soup, you all got this mess handled, give my hate to Thran when you see him” He broke into a quick jog. Approaching the soup stand, he asked,“ You still have some Porg n’ noodle?”

She looks at the lightsaber in her hand, holding it on her open palm then turns her head at Kamjin. She looks like she just saw a ghost. Her skin was as pale as a Tauntaun’s fur.

She shook her head vigorously to try to remove the image from her mind but it doesn’t leave. She put on a fake smile as she spoke. “I-It’s nothing. I got what I c-came here for.” She replied to the elder Sith.

Elaine was never one to try to fight a battle she knew she couldn’t win. She had been beaten and she knew it.

She was out of line and was just as quickly put back in her place.

Kamjin quickly discerned that something that shaken Elaine to her very core. While there was a missing link from the deactivated game cabinet it was clear that there was a message taunting her about her lightsaber.

Looking down, he saw that she had regained it. He scanned the room but nothing of more interesting than a cabinet of ‘Derc Kast’s Beach Volleyball afterdark’ with a high score of ASS stood out to the Elder.

“Someone has decided to make an enemy of you, Elaine,” Kamjin said, in the practiced calm of someone who’d been in worse situations with less clues. “They may have been making a game of it today but tomorrow they may choose to be more deadly. You will seek them out and teach them the error of their ways,” Kamjin said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t sense any further danger here today,” he said, while looking warily back at the Beach Volleyball game. “But…I do feel compelled to try out that game,” he said, with a nod of his head in the direction of the cabinet.

Atashi had been quietly watching her master play the games on offer, eyes darting now and then to the line of plushies haphazardly arranged in the corner of the room on the prize table. Porgy would LOVE a friend! The thought of just how HAPPY he’d be had to be squished within her to concentrate on how all this worked…

She watched Elaine try Poc-Mon… wow, that looked hard. Tortris … Victory! And all those tickets! The Tauntaun… It spoke to her on a level she couldn’t even describe.

As Elaine walked off to the ticket booth, Atashi tentatively walked up to the machine. Laser focused, she moved with deftness remembering what she’d remembered of Elaine’s game. The pixels fit with precision and the points started racking up. The machine sounded the moving up to the next level, and the next as then suddenly the noises of the arcade started to flood her senses. She struggled as she tried to keep control, but was quickly met with a “Game Over” and continue. She selected “Yes” with no hesitation but she wasn’t ready… “Game Over” once again…

She focused down hard. Yet the noises outside hit her relentlessly. She gave a sideways look back up at the Tauntaun. She wanted it. Her focus shifted and her full attention moved to those soul piercing eyes.

Her attention flicked back to the “whomp whomp” from the machine.

“Blast!!”.

FOCUS Atashi zoomed in, clearing level after level with ease. Hyper focused, nothing would stop her… then the world started to impose itself again. She tried to push through and once again… That darned noise signaling failure.

The machine spat out tickets. She collected them with a heavy heart and headed to the prize table.

She started to add up how many she’d amassed and tried to to lower her expectations to the other tictac on offer. A plastic candy dispenser in the shape of a Mandalorian? She supposed that was OK. She didn’t think Porgy would like it much though. Or at least it wouldn’t be sensible. He was enough without adding sugar.

Looking up at the conversion table, she once once against distracted by lights on the other side of the room.

“Bet your tickets for the ultimate prize!!!”

Atashi heard the whirring of the machine. She blocked out the ever incessant stare from the Tauntaun.

A click, and a clank and….

Confusion came over her as she inspected further. The glass bottle was pretty. Super pretty. But what was…

She shrugged off any doubt. She’d come here to get something for Porgy, and this was perfect! She could fill this with all the Porg food a Porg could eat! What do Porg eat, anyways….

She just hoped Porgs don’t eat Rodians….

Elaine took a deep breath and exhaled it shakily. “You’re right, Kamjin. I don’t take lightly with people messing around with me.” She said.

“I’ll follow your lead this time. It appears I still have more to learn.” She gripped her lightsaber once again and nodded at Kamjin.

Kah'ri proceeded, ignoring every word his peer said. The lump of flesh on his shoulders was dry, and clearly needed to water soon. He’d let Thran decide if and when Jeff got a good swim again.

The sand in the false beach felt nice between Kah'ri’s toes. Lounging on one of the lounge chairs laid the Clan’s Proconsul, an arm hanging over the armrest. His sno cone was dripping into the sand. The Mystic threw the towel on his onto the ground next to his quest giver, spreading it out with his foot before dropping the incapacitated body onto it. “Here’s ‘Jeff.’” he said to the Vizier.

While following Kamjin to the volleyball game, Elaine is not entirely sure if she can trust him.

What if he’s responsible for whatever just happened to me? I could be overthinking it but it’s not entirely out of the options either… She thought to herself, with no regard that someone could infiltrate her mind once again.

Rayne was lounging in chair next to Thran. The warm sun was glittering off her golden skin. Even without using the Force she could tell Thran was irritated and she could tell now was not the time to discuss it. She took the unmentioned hint and would ask him once they were done here.

She opened her eyes hidden behind the sunglasses she wore, simply paying attention in case she needed to run interference as Kah'ri conversated with the Vizier. He was a coiled snake ready to strike if some unfortunate soul decided to inadvertently agitate him further.

Kah'ri took a large step, making sure to clear his shadow from Thran’s chair. “Apologies, Vizier.”

“You instructed me to bring back Jeff.” He gestured to the breathing, but otherwise lifeless body next to him. “Did you have somewhere specific he needed to go?”

“Trash compactor, perhaps?”

“No, but they showed up…” he said looking back toward the rest of the party, noting the absence of Cade and Titius. He looked around and saw the two over at the sno cone stand. “Well, Ellac showed up right as I caught up to him. Cade and Titius were there as well, but they seem to have made a detour for some sno cones.” He kicked the singed fish. “Slippy little thing, this. Decided to incapacitate him. Small jolt is all he needed.”

Titius sauntered back to the beach, large bucket of soup in arms. “WhadidImiss?” he said, grinning like a fool.

SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

“Asi-” Kah'ri was interrupted by Titius’ loud slurping. “Aside, from his ability to run being comparable to my own,” he began again, “No. What information does this thing even have?” He asked looking down.

This soup still smells really good, one more little sip wont hurt …sluuuuuuuuurp

Rayne sent a quick telepathic message to Thran. He was on the very edge of losing his cool with the infuriating Journeyman. Normally, she’d be all for it, but not here; not now. Weaving through the the tendrils of anger in his mind, her voice spoke into his. “Easy, now. He’s not worth the paperwork. We can go home soon.”

“Yes, Proconsul.” The Mystic bowed his head humbly. “Would you like me to take him somewhere…. Suitable for an extraction?”

“well if thats the final result, I coulda done that in the first place…but nooo, have to find some stuffy bureaucrat to do it” Titius grumbled under his breath. He was afterall, very fond of killing.

Ellac’s brow leveled as he watched Thran’s blade sever Jeff’s head. Reaching a hand over to his apprentice, the Warrior firmly grabbed Titius by the back of the neck, clenching his fingers in warning to his underling.

Kah’ri felt the cool drip of something on his brow. He wasn’t sure if it was water from the slide or sweat. The hatred he felt from Thran was enough for him to make the assumption of which. “Of course.”

The Mystic gathered the body inside the towel and left the beach.

Cade was happy, he finally had found a sno cone for himself and he even got a second one. Now that the hunt was over, he headed towards the beach area. As he walked closer, he saw <@248607477015379987> leaving that said area with a towel on his shoulder, a towel with a strange form.

He stopped, puzzled, surprised. Then proceeded to join up with the Mystic.

“So i presume, it went all well?”

“….I’m…. Not sure….” Kah’ri said, thoughtfully starting at the ground as he hauled his makeshift bodybag. “I don’t think it necessarily went bad… but I wouldn’t call it ‘good’…”

Jeff’s head fell out of the towel and onto the ground. “Definitely bad for him though. Would you grab that? I’m going to find an incinerator.”

“As you wish, Vizier,” Ellac replied with a nod. His hand still firmly clasped upon his apprentice’s neck, he pulled Titius around, forcing the man to walk in front of him as they left the fake beach area.

Trailing all the way back to the sno cone stand, Ellac threw Titius forward, causing him to stumble into the stand. “You’re lucky he didn’t take your head too.”

“Sure” Cade stuffed the second sno cone in his mouth than grabbed the fishy towel.

There he stood know. An Iktotchi, with a towel formed like a body, with a sno cone rising out of his mouth like a third horn, right at the entrance of the beach area. Waiting for Kah'ri to hopefully come back.

“Mhmm mhm mmm”

“Why does he have such anger issues? Puts your rage to shame honestly.” Titius non-chalantly began playing with his vibroblade.

Rayne savored his tempered rage as any Sith would. She wouldn’t stop him if he had lost his cool and the Journeyman lost his head. It was what Sith were exceptionally good at and the inexperienced mercenary was playing dangerously close to fire. She met his green eyes, continuing with the change of subject. “I like this idea for the chateau, definitely. How about the hot tub? That too?”

Kah’ri looked around for a maintenance worker, spotting one over by the Gift Shoppe. “Excuse me. Thran has erm… solved a problem and my friend and I are attending to the remaining logistics. Any chance you can help me find the incinerator?” Kah’ri pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Cade and the towel-wrapped body. He leaned in to whisper to the worker, [[He killed Jeff and we’re trying to dispose of the remains.]]

Cade saw Kah'ri follow an unknown man towards a maintenance area. After he saw an inviting wink in his direction, he followed the duo to a fusion generator.

“Brlliant! Thank you, sir.” Kah’ri watched as Cade sent the bloody towel and its contents into its the chamber, the matter disintegrating on contact with the energy field.

After destroying the body, cade turned to the mystic. “And know? Any more surprises planed by Thran?”

“I have a meeting with him tomorrow morning…” He said staring off into the distance, now deep in thought again. He lingered for a moment, before shaking the thoughts clear. “As for today, however, I think we’re in the clear!” He said joyfully.

“So what do you want to do?” I’ve been eyeing the lazy river or the wave pool.” He asked his new park buddy.

“Tomorrow you say? Well let’s hope for the best and get you some fun in. I think-” He looked at the slowly downing sun. “What about we just let the day fade away at the lazy river before we need to head back to headquarters?”

“I like that idea.” He said with a bit of a sigh.

Kah'ri and Cade made their way to the nearest entrance to the lazy river. Each grabbed a tube and plopped it on the water before entering. The water was warmer than Kah'ri expected it to be. While boarding the torus raft, the Firrerreo noticed <@185936112441622529> floating ten or so meters away from them. “Best to keep our distance. Leave him alone and he’ll leave us alone.” He warned the Iktotchi.

The two floated in peace, kicking the water every now and then to orient themselves.

A swelling passion began to burn within the Sith’s chest as his forrest green eye seemed to reach into Titius’ very soul. “You have not SEEN anger,” Ellac had to consciously restrain himself from choking the life out of his apprentice himself. “Thran’s temper may overshadow own, but do not think for a second that I could not tear your heart from your chest should I so choose,” he spat, seething with a rage that threatened to overtake him. His breathing became shaky as he forced himself to stay his own hand. “Up till now, I’ve allowed you to entertain your delusions of significance and some sort of meager importance, but no more, Titius. Now I will remind you of your true significance… You are nothing but a worm I found wriggling in the dirt, and now you will remember why the only place you will ever belong is the dirt…”

Ellac leaned his face close into Titius’, brandishing the gruesome scar that lay behind his eyepatch across the entire left side of his face. Whispering so that Titius could feel his breath, Ellac hissed at his apprentice. “Life has been far too kind to you. It’s time for me to change that. After we fulfill our summons here, come find me in the Endor System. Do not keep me waiting.”

Floating was a nice change of the pace of the day. Just relaxing, trying to not bump into the Justicar and just enjoy the silence of the Firrerreo, that was in need of a nice ending of the day just like him.

“You know, we should meet up for a training session sometimes, i have a feeling, it could be fun. I mean. If you survive your meeting with the proconsul.”

Kah'ri let his head over the tube, his eyes closed as he finally relaxed. “The Force willing, I would enjoy that.” Kah'ri said kindly. “I appreciate the help today.”

Rayne gave a smile. She knew talking about his favorite tauntaun would really dissipate the anger presently within him. “Yeah, I can imagine Terrence having the best time of his life with his own personal tub to splash around in. Special boy.” she said informally as he oiled himself up. The sweet scent permeated the air around them.

Now that they were alone again, Rayne decided now was the time to ask. “So, why all the rage right now?”

“Glad that i could be of help. It was fun. Now”

He leaned back and closed his eyes. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the day before the park is closing.”

Kamjin nodded to the young Sith, confident that she’d track down and destroy this interloper in good time. Without another word he found himself drawn to this cabinet. A cursory review of the information presented on the cabinet led him to select Adeline as his character.

The game introductions were…scandalously revealing but covering enough to allow it to pass Imperial standards for public display. The mechanics were simple enough. You controlled your player on their side of the field, positioning them under a bounced ball, and repelling it back across the central divide. If the other team failed to return the volly a point would be awarded.

It was simple, mind numbing, game play but something in the primal core of Kamjin felt a youthful draw to continue playing.

Thane sighed. He was no longer content to merely laze about within the river of the same name. Also, he had consumed a significant amount of alcohol in a short period on an empty stomach. Recipe for success? Hardly. But Thane was built of strong resolve and constitution. That wasn’t to say his impulse control was unaffected.

There was something he had hoped to do as soon as he had received the mission report from Kamjin and Thran’s recent escapades. It was time to execute the plan.

Once more using his leg as a rudder, the Justicar navigated to the side of the river and disembarked. He opened one of the pouches on his swimtrunks and pulled out a plushy that had been squished into a ball. Released of its confines, the plushy expanded and unfurled, revealing a multi-legged, probuscus-having creature that few would know about. (It was impressive he had one commissioned so quickly, in fact.)

Then the hunt was on. Thane kept himself steady—despite all the spinning and vertigo—and found his way to the arcade where his target awaited. He was fortunate that he didn’t have to go far. It was also surprising that Kamjin had stayed more or less in the same spot the entire time, save for a bit of deviation. Alas, it worked in Thane’s favour.

“Lap'lamiz, think fast,” Thane remarked once he got close enough, tossing the plushy Fexian Skullborer onto the Consul’s head.

Kamjin felt the plush novelty hit him in the back of the skull. He turned around, having barely recognized the rare voice of the Justicar, and stared down at what was clearly a cartoonish stuffy of a Fexian Skullborer.

Kamjin glared death at his former boss and, taking a page from his book, responded with a disgruntled hmph.