>>5537507With the Kessel Conclave foiled, it’d be a sucker’s bet to think that the Empire wouldn’t have raised the alarm when the missing Jedi weren’t where they expected. Between an increase of both bounty hunters and wanted posters, it’d be foolhardy to let any of them meet up with Swan and Choi.
Likewise, sending B-33 or Trykov would be nothing short of a disaster. S-19 would be a harmless option, but the little astromech droid is still doing his shakedown run. Of all of the occupants aboard the <span class="mu-i">Albatross</span>, only those four (yourself included) could demonstrably go for shore leave.
The argument could be made that as Jedi, you and your padawan would be in danger. But you have a distinct advantage over the Kessel Conclave in that you aren’t being actively hunted. “Farren Gaelle” and “Ceyla Vikol” don’t appear in the Empire’s Most Wanted. The likes of that are reserved for Master Jedi, especially Council Members…to the point where you eventually stopped asking Trykov for updated posters as more and more faces were marked dead.
But today is a celebration! Bultar Swan and Tusi Choi are alive and well, no thanks in part to Potkin. If there’s any credit to be given to the woman, it’d be gathering seven other Jedi – five of whom were Masters. And it had been a very close call, Vader and the 501st aside, but the worst is over.
…and maybe enjoy just a little bit of the local environs.
The first stop off the ship is a conveniently placed clothing store, situated at the junction between the berths and the city. Tourists go in and out, entering wearing Core, Mid or Outer Rim fashion, and exiting looking no differently than the locals. Not to say that you’re already incognito, but you’ve got credits to spend on expanding your respective wardrobes. And while one can never have too many floral-pattern shirts, you’ve been needing more comfortable digs than the leather boots of the Jedi.
“I feel silly wearing these,” moans Ceyla, re-adjusting the strap of her tinted goggles. Her vision-induced injuries have finished healing, but there are still moments where she scratches at the space near her eye sockets. “Like I’m about to go welding instead of being on a vacation.”
“Still less conspicuous than a Miraluka visor or a blindfold,” you reply, slipping on a pair of sandals. Marveling at the fit, you switch gears and move towards swimsuits. “And sunglasses are more prone to being knocked off.”
“Why do you have to be right…” Grimacing, she moves to join you…only to blanche. “…Master Farren?”
“It’s ‘Ren’ when we’re out in public, remember?”
“…most of those ‘swimsuits’ and ‘summer wear’ on the women’s side are <span class="mu-i">string</span> and straps of cloth, Ren.”
“…so they are,” you eventually agree after closer scrutiny.
“…they're so sheer that half of the people walking out of the store look almost naked in the Force.”
(cont.)
