Session export: The Shame Corner: 021 - Speedrun

The ship landed at The Corner, the emblems of Odan-Urr plastered all over the thing to indicate the High Councillor was aboard, landed gently in one of the docking bays.

“Madam Councillor, we’ve arrived.” The young pilot said over the intercom. “We can head back whenever you and your guest are done.”

Miho smiled and held a small hand out to her companion, the black lacquered nails complementing her outfit. “Come on then. Lets go have some fun!”

She took the blue-skinned hand and dragged the taller woman to her feet. “Time to cut loose. Maybe find some dancing after we have a few drinks.”

Miho held up a credit chip. “It’s on the clan’s dime tonight. So let’s find as much trouble as we can stand! I know the bartender. She’s kind of angry all the time, but she mixes a mean cocktail.”

With that, the smaller woman led her companion through the ship’s hatch and out onto the station. Their destination? The Seven Sins.

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Slipping out of hyperdrive and docking at The Corner, the pink skinned mercenary leaned back his head and sighed. His body now relaxed a moment as he unbuckled and sat there. Running his fingers back through his long maroon hair, he set his hands down upon the flight console.

He then closed his left hand into a fist and squeezed it tightly while scowling.

“I am so close to getting him, after thirty some years! Very soon,Kervach. I will have you right here and when I do..”

Mlep,Mlep.

Vance felt something soft, warm and wet touching his right hand. He turned and looked down to see Borage, his small Merqaal, now licking his fingers.

The creature wagged her tail as it chirped happily at Vance.

“Hey girl, thanks for cheering me up.” His scowl now replaced with a soft smile as he scratched her head.

“How about we go check out The Corner? A drink actually sounds nice right now.”

Rising from his chair, Vance whistled for Borage to follow him. As he stepped out of his ship and onto the ramp, the pair made their way to the lobby.

Borage now was keeping pace and obediently following beside him as they entered the main hub.

“Let’s go see what we can find, Borage.”

“You know it’s kind of nice seeing you like this,” Siv commented as she hooked her arm around the arm of the slightly shorter woman. She wore a simple green long sleeve shirt that exposed her midrift, with similarly colored baggy khaki pants and almost comically big black combat boots.

“I’m used to seeing grumpy, serious business Mihoshi.”

Miho laughed softly and continued to escort her companion. “Gods above, Siv. I KNOW! Every day is just reports reports reports. Threats of war and the machinations of politics.”

She stuck her tongue out between lips painted black. “If I don’t take breaks, I’ll likely end up ripping someone’s tongue out. Surprisingly easy to do, ya know. I’ll show you sometime if you want.”

The small High Councillor laughed again and almost started skipping.

“Today is about fun though! Fun fun fun!”

The chiss medic let her Consul drag her along, repeating in her head that literally no one would ever believe her if she told them she had seen Mihoshi skipping through the shame corner. Not a single soul. Len would probably even laugh.

“Woooo, yeah! Fun?” Her tone was unsure, only because she was unsure how capable of that she was. She had had fun all of once since her amnesia, and she was working then.

“So what are some good drinks? Syrena’s sent me pictures of these crazy ones from all around the galaxy– some really out there ones. One had floating fish in it that she told me someone told her have a hallucinogenic effect. Not for me, but she seemed to enjoy them enough.”

The Odanites careened their way into the bar and found a seat at the bartop. Siv might have watched for just a second to make sure that Mihoshi didn’t need help getting up on her stool– but in a completely inconspicuous way. She knew better than to offend the sister of a man who literally swallowed a planet.

Miho smiled brightly at the bedazzled bartender and gestured to herself and her companion. “My friend and I would like to start with a bottle of tsiraki. And something to munch on.”

She thought for a moment, her brows knit over lavender eyes with black wingtips. “Oh!” She snapped her finger with another grin. “Tacos! Can we get tacos in here or do we have to go to the eatery for them? Can I pay extra to have them brought over here?”

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The door jangled and a tall Togorion walked through the door, her fluffy tail tucked close to her ankles as she closed the door behind herself. Barafu glanced around, clearing the doorway space and walking toward the aisles.

Vigo was supposed to be here, or be here soon at least. She may have arrived a little early, crossing between the Brotherhood systems was always hard to predict time lines. Sometimes it was smooth sailing, sometimes it was a mess getting through and you ended up delayed beyond imagination. She stood straight, glancing over the interior of the station looking for the familiar face though, smiling. Barafu was more than friendly to any who met her eye, offering a smile and nod.

“That sounds…” CRASH “… bothersome.” Sivall winced at the sounds coming from elsewhere in the bar. “If anyone needs patched up after, I can help. Free of charge, of course.”

She then turned to Mihoshi, her sanguine eyes squinting. “I do have a question though. What the kark is a taco?”

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After walking about for a bit, Vance spotted a bar. The Seven Sins “Well this sounds promising. All right Borage, let’s go. ” He entered the establishment with the merqaal following. As he looked about, he saw a shorter lady and Azure skinned wincing Chiss sitting at the bartop. Not everyday he came across Chiss and she did look quite lovely.

Thankfully just as he turned his head, he mamaged to stop just short of bumping into a rather towering Togorion. He blushed slightly at his error turning an even deeper shade of magenta as Borage leaped onto a nearby table and chirped.

“Oh nine hells, I am so sorry didn’t mean to almost crash into you there.”

Slightly mortified, Vance gave a slight polite bow and backed up near the merqaal occupied table.

He then proceeded to sit down, and cover his embarrassed face in his hands.

Dammit, why can’t I just pay attention to things in front of me.

A silent swish of fabric and gentle clinking of durasteel plates from behind Sivall was all that denoted the arrival of her husband. The 6’ 3" Mandalorian pulled a datapad from his hip and with a few quick motions searched her question for her, before holding the image in her peripheral vision.

The armorweave cloak slumped over his arm and against her shoulders as he leaned forward against her as he turned to face Mihoshi.

“Since when do fuel stations have full bars?” The amnesiac Mandalorian questioned as he laid his cheek on his wife’s head, then turned to face the other direction, taking in the scenery for a moment.

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Looking at the wide array of jerkies in front of her, Barafu didn’t notice the incoming bump until the stranger was already correcting. A small trill of alarm escaped her, bracing for half a moment before contact was diverted.

“Oh-” He bowed, hurrying away.

Barafu giggled to herself, albeit relieved herself. With a soft exhale, she turned to see where the man had gone, approaching just enough to make it clear she was talking to the very flushed guy. “It’s ok, I didnt see you either. Are you alright?”

Vance removed his hands from his face when Borage began to squeak. He then looked up to see Barafu near his table asking if he was all right.

Chuckling softly, he gave her a polite smile and wink.

“Yes, I am quite all right, more embarrassed than anything for actually not paying as close attention to where I’m walking and almost bowling over a tall pretty lady like yourself. Might as well introduce myself. Vance Whitlock, first time being in this bar and just wanted to see what it was like and what drinks they have.”

“Grrklll.” replied Borage as she began to wag her scaley furred tail at the Togorian.

“Oh right, heh and this is Borage, my Merqaal companion. She seems to have taking a shine to you.”

Barafu appeared flustered, clasping her hands in front of her and dipping her chin slightly at the compliment, ears angling back slightly. It didn’t last long, and she waved back to Borage as he waved his tail.

“She’s lovely.” She commented with a smile, “I’m Barafu Endrin, just passing through and grabbing some snacks for the road. Maybe meeting a friend…”

Barafu glanced around though did not spot Vigo yet.

“This is my second time here, its a good spot for a rest.”

The Mercenary chuckled softly as Borage moved a bit closer to Barafu trying to sniff at her. “Aye, she can be a right handful sometime with her other mate Buttercup. My other isn’t here cause she’s playing with my boyfrie-.” He stopped a moment before correcting himself

Are we fully official or still thinking, I need to chat with Atticus later.

“Uh, good friend. You are welcome to sit at my table to wait and have a drink if you like. I am sure borage wouldn’t mind at all.”

Barafu moved closer to close the gap for Borage, holding her paw out for the little critter to investigate. Her own tail swayed slowly, still remaining close to her legs though relaxed since her initial entrance. Vance was nice, it made sense his pets would be the same.

“That sounds lovely. How long have you had the two?” She asked, sitting down at the table. It was unusual really but why not? She smiled gently, petting if Borage permitted it.

“Oh had them for a few months now, Atticus and I went to a pet adoption fair run by a person named Rasilvenaira. Another nice fellow named Rue also helped me pick out these two and name them.” He smiled fondly at the recall. “Borage and Buttercup are my two first pets after a long time ago.”

As Vance conversed, Borage shook her face a moment, looked up at Barafu and bumped her head against the Togorian’s paw accepting it. She made a happy little growl as she gently gave Barafu’s paw a lick. Vance chuckled.

“Well look at that, you must be a very kind lady. Borage is usually my shy one, but she tends to know when someone is genuine.”

Vigo silently approached the Togorian from behind. He wore a set of dark clothes, a turtleneck sweater, dark tactical pants beautifully bloused around his beloved combat boots.

He held a cup of coffee in a to go cup. Giving Barafu a small toothy smile, but his face going neutral when he made eye contact with Vance.

“I got coffee.”

Vance smiled and offered a seat next to Barafu. “Welcome, nice to meet you. Please have a seat if you like. This lovely lady here was kind enough to sit down and have a very wonderful chat about my Merqaal.” He then gestured to the Merqaal, while chirping happily was now trying to jump up and nuzzle around Barafu’s neck.

Barafu trilled softly when she saw Vigo, surprised by his appearance but shifting to stand. She allowed the Merqaal up, it wasn’t a difficult climb for the critter between her fur and her clothes.

“Aha! Its good to see you.” She was careful of the coffee as she hugged Vigo, “I was looking at the jerkies, I didn’t see you. This is Vance, we uh, nearly bumped into each other.” She chuckled sheepishly as she pulled away, not entrapment Vigo for long.

Vance turned a deeper magenta for a moment as he gave a wry smile.

“True,I managed to see her last moment before fully bumping into her.”

Now perched on her shoulder, Borage draped her soft scaley and furred body around barafu’s shoulders and neck forming a sort of Merqaal boa as she stretched out her cute clawed paws and began making small biscuits against her left shoulder. She let out a big yawn showing all her sharp teeth and relaxed.

“rawwwwwwrrrp.”

Vance raised an eyebrow at his pet companion. “Is that how it is Borage? Just leave me?” He teased.

He released from the hug. Still a slightly odd feeling but he’d been more comfortable than the first time.

Vigo watched the creature make its rounds, his grey eyes studying it, all the while he made no sound.

He had been invited to sit… which he was here just for a cup of coffee, but he supposed he could sit for some food.

He slid in to the booth before extending a metallic prosthetic hand to Vance.

“Vigo Zakirov.” First Mate of the Godless Matron rang through his mind. More of a reminder for himself.

“Your creature is currently inhabiting Barafu.” His grey eyes darted up to Vance, before Avaritia made an appearance.

“A plate of protein with a cup of fruit or vegetable on the side. Another cup of coffee to go and some creamer cups for Barafu.”

Vance extended his own Magenta hand giving it a firm shake. “Vance Whitlock, came here myself for a drink and making some new friends, I like it.” He then turned to Avaritia. “Huh never tried that bottle before first for everything. As for food those tacos sounded nice, I will have some of those and some fruit for Borage please. A tailring, don’t think I have met one before, but I am sure my Merqaal would probably enjoy seeing one. Though she seems to be taking a nap on Barafu at the moment.”

He leaned back a bit in his chair and stretched his legs a little making sure he didnt accidently bump his guests.

Borage in the meantime was so comfortable, she sort of gave this kind of happy pleased growl and closed her eyes nuzzling Barafu’s cheek.

Barafu chuckled, eyeing Vigo for a moment before querying, “A meat and salad sandwich please, as well for me. Thank you!”

She raised her paw, rubbing the other cheek of Borage with a warm smile.

“I do run quite warm for most creatures, this isn’t… the first time. Though this quickly is unusual.”

“Well borage is a good judge of character, I’d say she knows you are a good person and therefore she can relax without fear.” His lips forming a soft mirthful smirk. “And I don’t usually come across others who are friendly to a complete stranger. So I tend to trust Borage a lot more with folks.

Also kind of had a past with being around some non trustworthy individuals.”

Some Time Later

Jelc arrived at The Corner with a very excited eight year old Twi’lek girl.

“Yay, we made it Jelc! I can’t wait to see the stores and food places. I need to get a new outfit, can we look for a clothing store?”

The crimson Devaronian turned off the ship once they parked and turned to the brown and green sparkle eyed, grey blue skinned Twi’lek youngling. She was wearing a purple and pink shirt with a blue and black Nexu head roaring and black pants with purple sneakers.

“There is quite a lot that we can do today Miss Lynna’vel, but first some rules.” She stuck out her tongue. “Hey it’s important because I have to take you home and if you disappear, your mother and your father would obliterate me.” She then giggled. “I’m serious, first do not leave my sight, stay close by and please don’t wander off. If you want something, just tap my hand and show me. Third..” He gave her a stare. “No, pranks, got it?”

“Ugg, fine whatever you say Jelly.” She rolled her eyes. “I will try not to prank you.”

He smiled. “Now that we have an agreement, let’s go, my little lady.” He replied as he stepped out of the ship first, then gently helped her down onto the ramp. He then held out his left arm for her to hold and walked to the terminal. Taking his arm, she smiled. “So where are we going first?”

“Well first we need to get the ship cleaned up so we will get a ship wash here then we can go look at the main hub to see if we can find a few places to look at.” He then selected the outer ship wash and slid his credit chip into the terminal to pay for the service before grinning to the youngling and putting his credit chip back into his wallet. “All right Miss Lynna, let’s go!”

Walking at a much slower pace for her, they made their way into the main hub and went to the information desk.

Doon entered the bar with heavy, thudding footsteps. His armored form was not a usual sight, as he preferred to wear less obstructive clothing when he could.

Here though, he was armored and armed. A beskar blade sat in its sheath at his hip, and a massive saber hilt ran horizontal across the small of his back, clipped and locked into place. He approached the bar, eyeing the stools that already groaned under his bulk without the armor on.

Standing would have to do.

He found a spot near but not crowding Miho and the others, offering them a tilted nod as a paw and vambrace thumped onto the bar to test.

Vigo gave a nod mid handshake but not much as far as facial expressions went.

He stayed silent through Vance and Barafu’s interaction, but he was half listening, half scanning the room of all the foot traffic in and out.

At the last sentence spoken from Vance, Vigo released an ever so tiny huffed laugh.

All he ever knew was shady people. To him— only a select few could be trusted.

Rather than say anything, he took a sip from the black coffee, and went back to observing.

Siv looked at the datapad, squinting for a moment, before she realized who was holding it. The Chiss gasped softly before swiveling around in her seat to wrap her arms around Alexandyr.

“Vi’Vikust! You’re here!” She smiled brightly, nuzzling her face into the durasteel surface of his chest. “You told me you weren’t sure if you’d be able to make it!”

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Barafu chuckled softly, “Part of my education, though in passing it tends to do better than even i expevt.”

She gave Vigo a mirthful side eye, having a solid guess what he thought of interacting with strangers. She had almost gotten herself into trouble more than once with that naievity, and had learned a lot from it, since they had become friends.

“I hear a lot that animals tend to have good judgement. How did you come across this one? You say you have two.”

Grinning, Vance explained. “Yeah I got Borage and Buttercup at an adoption fair a few months back. I wanted to adopt a pet that needed a home because it reminded me of another friend I had that really helped me out when I was a slave.” The moment the word slave came out of his mouth, he felt a twinge of disgust and sickness. He fought the overwhelming urge to suddenly hurl and managed to maintain his composure. It had been like what thirty one years being a captive. It had been like six months ago when Tasha had freed him.

Lynna'vel’s green and brown eyes lit up. “Hi! You are an Echani! My mom told me so many cool stories about them. You must be really cool.

Can you help us find a store that has some awesome clothes?”

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“A break from the planning.” He rolled his neck, letting it hang for a moment before readjusting to look down at her. His single gold eye looked her over as he adjusted his stance to a more casual one.

“Whyren’s reserve, if you have it.”

“Another Twi'lek? Jelly, I need to meet her, let’s go before she disapears!”

Frantic to catch up, Lynna'vel dashed off towards the diner headed for the open floor.

“Lynna! Wait up!” Jelc called as he immediately started after her.

“Just like her mom sometimes…” He replied shaking his head as he chased her down to the clothing area.

Lynna'vel had arrived and saw some shirts, belts and pants displayed , but at the moment she was searching for something else entirely.

“Oooh, I hope I didn’t miss them.” Lynna most times didn’t have a lot of kids her age to play with and due to what her parents did most times was guarded and moved about a bit. So it was nice that her mother allowed her to travel some days and enjoy visiting places.

Sometimes she did run into other younglings and it was nice to play.

“Please be here.”

“Worried about racking up more damage payments here” He grumbled as he picked up the glass. He gave it a sniff, gently swirling it in a circle as he watched her.

“Thank you. Doon is correct. My memory is not as sure as yours, it seems.” He took a careful sip from the glass, savoring it. It would be slow drinking today, no downing glasses like the last time he was here.

Alexandyr smirked as Sivall spun and wrapped herself around into him, a hand pressed to her cheek and clasped her to his chest.

“Overheard the tab was on the Temple. If I get a chance to make anyone else pay and get to see you happy, Cyare, better believe I’m getting out of responsibilities I have to pay for, just to spend time with you.” The Mandalorian chuckled.

His gaze caught the hulking form of Doon as he came to rest, or rather stand, at the bar and offered him a nod in return. In another life, another time, he might have known the man better. Now, following the attack on the medical transports retreating from Quermia and his subsequent amnesia, he now knew the Shistavanen soley as the Knight-Commander of the Knights of Allusis.

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Lynna’vel took a step back taking in all the beautiful swirling colors she was seeing.Then she giggled at the creature trying to lick at her hands and smiled at the purple adult. “Alk, is so cool! I have never seen a neat pet companion like this before. She then looked up to the fushia Twi’lek and politely wiggled her lekku as she waved. “Heya Sulla, I am Lynna’vel. Your skin is a very pretty color. It’s nice to meet you.”

Jelc had caught up and saw them, he then chuckled.“Well, it seems you have found some new friends, Miss Lynna’Vel.” He smiled politely to them. “I am Jel-”

“Jelly! This is my guardian Jelly.” Interrupted Lynna’vel to correct him.

He gave a sheepish embarrassed smile. “Right, Lynna’vel that is your nickname for me, little one, not my actual name.”

“Still calling you Jelly.” She giggled. “Cause you are like red gelatin.” Jelc put a hand to his face now mildly scarlet. “Indeed I suppose I am.” He then sighed softly, giving up. “Jelly.”

Lavender eyes made contact with emerald green. She waggled her eyebrows at the man for a moment before giving him an most un-serious grin.

“AVARITA~! Another glass for my new friend here. And bring one for the giant wolf if he wants to share a sup.”

Laughing softly, she tapped Siv on the shoulder. “You’ll like tacos. They’re like little folded sandwiches from heaven. Well, maybe not sandwiches. They’re served on a sort of semi-soft flatbread and you can roll them up. They’re delicious.”

Miho waved and spoke loudly again. “Make it four orders of tacos too, please!”

With that, she filled the two glasses already present with the electric blue liquid of the tsiraki bottle. “We can toast to new friends when the extra glasses get here.”

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Oh dear, things were getting sad. Vigo was never one to really express his feelings to others, he’s much more of a keep it hidden, conceal, don’t feel, kind of guy.

But… he did know what it was like to be abandoned, living a rough life, and then given a second chance from someone he now calls family. He didn’t experience slavery, but he could relate.

Although… Vigo was never fully alone. He had sacrificed so much to protect and keep Dominik safe. To get them both out.

What would he be doing right now if Dominik had not made it? Would he too get an animal to remind him of his brother?

A twinge of.. some sort of emotion alit behind his eyes. Anger? Sorrow?

He swore he could hear the faint whimpers of the tiny creature clinging to him in that dirty cargo bay.

He breathed out, letting the thoughts slip through the grains of the wood table.

“Keep moving forward.” Was he saying this for Vance or for himself? His gaze flicked up from the table to meet Vance’s eyes.

“The past serves as a reminder, do not let it control you.”

Hearing Vigo, hope and determination sprang and he nodded to him.

“You are right my friend, remember the past and what lessons you have learned, but always move forward. You have the power and freedom to make a life of your own. A much better, vibrant and happier life. And that I can certainly aim for and drink to my friend.” He chuckled. “Soon as I order one, which I forgot to do.”

Doon glanced over at Alex who had called to him. His head tilted as if he was debating nodding or shaking his head. Instead, he simply rumbled out “Soon. There is something planned, it will wake us time.”

He then scowled down at the seat before him, hesitating before shifting and lowering himself onto it slowly. It complained, groaning but holding him steady. To the tender, he shook his head and lifted his glass once more. “I have time. But not the allowance to indulge myself too deeply.”

“Hello, I’m Zeva'Ven, though you can just call me Zeva,” the little hybrid’s Lekku moved and waved again, making the sign in Twi'Leki for hello, as she curtsied a little in her blue skort. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Lynna'vel, and you Mr. Jelly.”

“Kid’s have the darnedest nicknames for those closest to them, eh man?” The tall Togruta chuckled deeply, the grin on his face softening as he nodded towards the crimson Devaronian, then extended his hand in greeting.

“I’m Ro-Tahn Drakon, and this is Rue. Nice to meet you both.”

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Jelc laughed as he shook the Togruta’s hand.

“Aye that they do man, I am Jelc Rovint, her bodyguard that keeps her mostly out of trouble. Today we decided to go shopping and eat here.”

Lynna'vel was delighted using her lekku to sign “Nice Skort.” “Nice to meet you Zeva, that is a pretty name. Were you all shopping too?”

“Well we wont keep you.” Barafu chuckled softly, “I’m glad you made it through to better things already.”

She shifted to stand up, allowing the Merqaal to get down if he so desired from nesting in her fluff. “I need to grab a snack myself, I’ll likely be sleeping on the shuttle before I get to the next stop.”

Borage yawned a moment, waking up and licked her cheek before gracefully hopping down and sat next to Vance again. “Never bothered me at all. That sounds like a plan to me.” Vance smiled. “Pleasure to meet you both.”

It had been a wild couple of weeks. Quiet, to be sure, but a bit wild. Tasha'Vel had been a nice enough host. She had given him a place to stay. She had even offered him some mentorship.

It was awkward and uncertain. This Sith woman, there was no mistake about that, had offered him insight. She had helped him to learn how to better center himself. She had given him plenty of space, but upon finding him wandering the gardens she had spoken with him about his path. She had helped him with meditation, and helped him to keep his center. It had proven unsettling.

She was steeped in the Dark Side. Yet, she seemed to care about him. It made him feel uncomfortable. As much as he wanted to explore more of his inner world, he found himself putting a distance between Vance and himself.

How can I trust someone who so freely associates with a Sith, especially so easily.

As a result, he had withdrawn a bit, and had steeped himself more deeply into learning from the Collegium. He was determined not to lose himself.

Such isolation had started to press on him. As he was struggling with his emotions, trying and failing to meditate and center himself, he had been approached by the Twi'lek matron. She had spoken her mind, stating that Atticus seemed to be stressed. Which he was.

She had suggested he take an afternoon away from Ryloth. Too much work would burn him out, she had warned him. She had smiled as she suggested ‘just the place’ he could take an afternoon to just relax: Station 0H40-S0.

He sighed as his shuttle settled into a parking spot in the hanger. He had to relax. He could relax. He would relax.

He would just need a couple of minutes to sit, to recoup, and to set out for the day. His emotions were everywhere.

As he finally disembarked from Skipper 66, Atticus drew a steadying breath. His eyes swept his surroundings, but he drew himself inward, drawing the Force around him like a comfort blanket. He just walked, barely taking in his surroundings. His steps brought him past the checkouts, past shopping stalls. He didn’t know what he was looking for, exactly. He could look for some new clothes, and commodities, or could look into any number of things. The faint smell of animals somewhere cloyed at his nose, causing his face to scrunch up.

No, he didn’t need any more pets just yet.

An intersection brought him to a choice. To his left, he could see food stalls. While his stomach growled lightly, he didn’t trust he could keep anything down with his anxious energy. He looked down towards the right. He saw more shopping and- then his eyes locked onto the sign, particularly to one word.

The Seven Sins Bar.

Maybe, that was what he needed right now. A quick drink to settle his nerves, and then he could explore the station at his leisure. Meditation was nice, but it still felt like work. Tasha'Vel told him to relax. He slowly, tentatively walked towards the entrance to the bar.

Jelc chuckled. “I prefer Jelc, but as far as Lynna is concerned Master Sir Jelly is just fine.”

Meanwhile Lynna was beaming. “We can be friends? I would like that very much. Never really got to have any friends before just because I had to travel a lot. I would love to havemore friends.”

Vance was still talking with Barafu, when suddenly, he could feel a presence coming closer. A familiar presence, Vance’s face was a mild suprised expression.

Did he really come here? No way, I thought he was studying. Vance thought. I must be just overthinking. Still… His eyes wandered towards the entrance.

As Atticus walked in, he could not shake a feeling.

He had to be imagining it. This place, or something here, felt familiar, though he could swear he had never been here before. It was, or it felt, like a set of eyes were on him. Though he did a quick scan, he wasn’t looking for anyone, but rather for something in particular. He doubted he would know anyone here.

He walked past tables, chairs and patrons deftly, shuffling towards the bar with purpose. He gave a half-hearted nervous wave at the bartender as he stepped up to the bar proper, and waited to be addressed. He smiled a nervous smile he didn’t feel.

So much to do. The Clan was always in business. Business so far had proven good. Bentre Stahoes couldn’t be all business all the time, though. Today, he had decided to haunt The Shame Corner.

Imagine his surprise upon his arrival, when he felt not one, but two all-too-familiar presences. In that moment, all attempts at carefree mirth disappeared, replaced by a nervous energy.

Lyna'Vel was nearby. He fought to suppress a combination of anger and a desire to find her immediately, slowly treading the walkways. He recognized the other presence as well. Her caretaker was near.

He followed his daughter’s warm nexus in the Force, weaving between clothing racks and carefully walking around patrons doing their shopping. It would not do to appear any more suspicious than a man with lightsabers on his side would already appear. He didn’t want to give himself away before he got a chance to address Jelc.

They were going to have a talk.

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“Absolutely! I love hugs.” She grinned as she moved up to hug her. Meanwhile, Jelc got a message on his communicator. It was from TashaVel. “Bentre is on his way, he is allowed to see his daughter, Please don’t cause a scene.” He suddenly went rigid and turned. Down from the aisle, he saw the Correllian just turning and gulped. Of all the people he had hoped to not have to speak with, it was her father. He was a very scary man.

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As Jelc and the Sith made eye contact, Bentre gave a smile. There was very little warmth in the smile, but there was a measure of mirth. He didn’t draw any closer immediately. Instead, he walked wide around where he saw his daughter and the others.

Bolting towards his daughter would likely draw more attention to himself.

Jelc, immediately walked up to Bentre. “Hello Bentre, how are you this day? As per Lynna'Vel and Tasha'Vel’s wishes, she was allowed to go shopping and have a day out today. THat is why I am present with your daughter sir, keeping her safe.” After hugging, Lynna'Vel turned and saw Jelc with Bentre. She actually smiled and waved at her dad. “DADDY! Hi, I haven’t seen you in awhile, I am glad to see you.”

Bentre’s head tilted with a note of accusation at Jelc, but as his daughter waved, he completely turned from Jelc and dropped to one knee. “Hey kiddo! Yeah, Daddy has been really busy keeping order in the Orian System. Are you having a good time with Jelc today?”

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Lynna'Vel without fear of his Aura and presence simply dashed to her dad grinning as she hugged him. “Yes! Jelly took me shopping, we were gonna get some clothes and then we met some really nice people here. They also have younglings and I want to be friends with them Dad.”

Ro’s sharp emerald eyes caught the instant change in Jelc’s body language, after reading whatever message he had received. The nervousness and almost rigid composer that comes when a situation turns more hostile than what you wanted it to be.

The Mercenary took a quick glance around, but decided that if the man wasn’t immediately grabbing the little girl and leaving it wasn’t too dire. Shrugging inwardly, he chuckled again and turned to Rue.

“Wait, don’t tell me you’ve never had gelo before? Oh boy, are you missing out on a very fun and delicious snack.”

The Togruta then went into a small explanation of what gelatin was, leaving out the fact of how traditional gelo was made, and instead opting to describe the kind, and the brand, that was more alchemical based rather than animal based. All the while keeping an eye on the Devaronian as he met up with a Human man, whom had seemed to have been going around the group and then preceding to come in their direction.

Zeva observed Sulla and Lynna'Vel hug, before the little girl suddenly ran to her father. She smiled and looked up at her own father, sending him a gentle warm hug through the Force, just like her aunt taught her. She wasn’t sure if he’d respond the same way as her aunt did, but she had been told that no matter what he’d feel it.

Ro’s grin softened slightly, and looked down at his daughter, placing his right hand over his heart and then tapping twice. He resisted the urge to pick her up and just hold her, he didn’t want to embarrass her in front of her friends, when it seemed that she simply wanted to acknowledge him.

Zeva beamed at seeing that her father had indeed felt what she had sent him. She then waited and watched Lynna'Vel and her father.

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Lynna'vel turned to her father. “May I go with my friends and look for some clothes please, Daddy? She gave him a very charming sweet smile. "Maybe I can even find you a nice shirt too! Perhaps later I can also talk to Mom and see if she would let me go on a father daughter day as well. Pretty please dad?” Jelc stood there watching Lynna'Vel. “I can continue to bodyguard her, if you wish Sir. ”

Bentre smiled warmly at his daughter. He didn’t want this moment to end. He had spent so much time wrapped up in the machinations of Clans and the Dark Council and so many things. He hugged her again, and kissed her head. “You are fine to go and spend time with your friends, sweet-lekku. Enjoy your time looking at clothing.”

He looked up pointedly at Jelc, as though calculating. Then, he nodded. “I am sure that you and Jelc and your friends can have a lovely day. Just be sure that Jelc doesn’t let you out of his sight, or else he and Dad will have to have a long, serious talk. We don’t want to give him too hard of a time, do we sweetheart?”

He looked meaningfully at Jelc. As he locked eyes with the Devaronian, he projected his words into the Force.

If anything happens to her, I will make you beg for death. Otherwise? Have fun.

He smiled at his daughter and chuckled. “I think Daddy is going to go and get a drink, so if you or Jelc need me, I will be at the bar.” He winked. “Just be sure you pick out at least one nice dress for that Daddy-Daughter date, in case your Mom is okay with us having a day to ourselves.”

His piece said, he seemed to suddenly recognize Rue was there. “A good day to you.” He gave a friendly nod and a wave. “I hope I haven’t interrupted anything.”

The Loyalist nodded giving him affirmation as he tried not to gulp again. Meanwhile Lynna'Vel kissed his cheek while he was bent down to her. “Okay Daddy, I love you! I am gonna go with Rue and them and find some of the best clothes ever with all my friends. I am coming Sulla and Zeva!” She giggled as she ran to them. She stopped in front of Rue and touched his arm. “Thank you for letting them come here.” She beamed.

Seeing the bartender approach, Atticus gave an almost obsequious bow. “Um, yes, hello…..um…..could I bother you for a beer, please?” He looked stricken for a moment. “B-but please do not let me keep me from your other patrons i-if it, um, is a trouble.” He blushed and looked down.

Vance was surprised as Atticus had walked in gone up to the bar. He was here. He then turned to Barafu and Vigo.

“Please excuse me, I need to go talk to my good friend who just came in.” He whistled softly to Borage, who obediently leaped onto Vance’s shoulder and perched herself as he bowed to the pair at the table and walked up to the bar, sitting next to Atticus. He gave a soft, gentle smile as he spoke.

“Hey Atticus, how are you doing?”

“Y-yes. Thank you ma-sir-um, th-thank you Avaritia.” He gave a bow as he accepted the drink.“ He took the cup gratefully and took a drink. As Vance spoke, he choked slightly on the beer.

"V-Vance!” He blushed again. “I am w-um-well. I am well. How have you been?”

Alex heard Mihoshi, but kept his attention on Doon as he awaited the man’s response. Easing gently back from Sivall, the Mandalorian nodded when the scarred Shistavanen gave a measured response.

“Soon, then.” He said, mirroring the man’s answer as his eyes trailed to the seat that strained under his frame, before looking back to his eye.

“Make sure you make it back safe, with your brain still intact. Wouldn’t do well if everyone around this place suddenly lost their memories, would it?” Alex jested, as he both wished the Knight-Commander good luck, and equally made light of his last battlefield experience.

Then it finally bothered him enough that he couldn’t keep himself from commenting on Mihoshi’s remark.

“A taco, a sandwich? Have you lost the plot, Mihoshi?” He scoffed as he took the proffered drink.

“I’m the one with brain damage! I’m the one who has a reason to make bad calls like that, but clearly a taco is its own structure. Have you never heard of ‘The Cube Rule of Food’ you cretin?” He snidely remarked with feigned offense at Mihoshi’s implications. -# <@264959101384130560> <@160141735354171394>

He gently patted his right hand with his left and held it softly, giving him a wink. “You are still quite adorable when you blush. Just well? Are you sure, you seemed distant of late, something been on your mind?” His face showing a genuine concern for the Zeltron Jedi.

Atticus sighed, looking into his drink for a long time. “Did I ever explain how uncomfortable your…..mistress….makes me?” He sighed. “I have been…thinking. I mean…..can we be….together…..even?” He tilted his head uncertainly, trying to muster courage as he pondered where he found himself. The words came more freely than he wanted. “You serve a Sith, Vance.”

Vance sighed a moment, his face turning to a slight frown taking in what the Jedi said, processing it a moment before looking at the bartender. “Tattooine Sunrise please.” Then turned to Atticus. “Do you think that just because I serve someone who is a Sith that makes me a Sith, Atticus? Do you think that all Sith are evil?” He sat there, a moment leaning back as he recalled when Tasha had freed him from being a slave. She was..not quite a Sith as he normally thought of Sith. She was actually kind, cared about those who were being oppressed by slavemasters, and even gave him freedom, a job even. He pondered all of this a moment now. Was he guilty of being Sith just by association or doing a job?

“Are you going to tell me her Sith husband doesn’t freak you out to, Vance? Are you going to deny that the Sith have brutal and feudal ways of dealing with those who oppose them?” He shook his head. “Did you forget the Sith have tried to end Jedi time and time again? I have read the histories, Vance.”

He sighed.

“Tasha'Vel has been kind to me these few months. This is true. But a good student will not be a slave. A good student is observant for a bad master. Can you really trust them both? Or are you blinded by comfortable subservience? How can you really trust any Sith when they can as quick as anything use the Force to influence you?”

He sighed.

“How do I know you are not being manipulated by some charismatic bureaucrats? Even if unknowingly. Everything I was taught tells me to distrust Sith and yet you seem so….carefree.”

The man felt a twinge of pain in his heart. That cut deep, he knew that his friend was scared to trust, hell he didn’t really trust Tasha’s husband. Tasha'vel had never treated him like a slave. All he wanted was to be free to live his life, no one controlling him, forcing him to do things. He steeled himself.

“Atticus, yes the past does reveal that Sith are quite dangerous and shouldn’t be trusted. To tell you the truth, I frankly don’t trust Bentre as far as I can throw him. Tasha saved me from being a slave forever Atticus. Perhaps I owe her one, I am not sure I exactly trust her fully, but I do place a respect in her for doing something that she quite honestly shouldn’t have even stepped in and cared about. I am not blinded, but when you got no job, at the bottom of the totem pole, would you refuse help from someone who has never done anything to hurt you? Or is your blind hatred for Sith that strong that you cannot possibly see that even if you may not trust them you can at least respect and owe them one for saving your sorry arse. Carefree? I spent over thirty years in the nine hells as a slave Atticus, I am not being manipulated, I am free to live my life how I would like to. So my question is can you forgive me for working alongside a Sith and trust me?”

“Can I trust you? They say they can trust a man or a woman or a sentient by the company they keep. How do I know that I can trust you when you are already….compromised….by the love you show?”

“Love for Tasha'vel?” Vance started laughing.

“Are you even sure of your own emotions right now? I don’t love Tasha'vel. Just because I work with her doesn’t mean im karking with my Boss.” He leaned back a moment and looked at him “I don’t love her or have some sort emotional connection with her.”

He chuckled mildly and grinned.

“Do you want to know who makes me light up when they walk into a room, give me butterflies everytime they get close to me? And just drives me absolutely crazy sometimes?”

Atticus was growing more irritated. He took a hefty swig of his beer so something was in his mouth, to choke back more angry words as Vance chuckled. He could feel a heat in his cheeks.

Was it emotion or drink?

“What drives you absolutely crazy? What gives you butterflies? How in the galaxy should I know?” The more embarrassed he got, the hotter his face got. “What is it, Vance? What makes your blood run hot? Huh!?”

“Better than most, I work for the Matriarch herself by helping to keep her daughter safe. She is kinder than some think of her, but she is strong and mean typically when she needs to be. Honestly, the way she acts sometimes, one would think she isn’t a Sith.”

Looking at the crimson-faced Jedi, Vance shook his head. “You stubborn wonderful Jedi. It’s you silly!” Before Atticus had a chance to react or protest, Vance took his face gently in his hands, pulled him close to his face and kissed his lovely sweet lips in one sweeping motion. After a bit, he pulled back and grinned widely as he put his hands behind his head. “There does that spell it out for you Atticus?”

Atticus did not resist the kiss. In all truth, it was something that he wanted more than he had been willing to acknowledge.

At the same time, he worried that it was not very….Jedi-like. Yet, in that moment, he would not have broken the kiss for anything. A quiet whine came from his throat as Vance pulled away from him to address him. His face was hotter than a flame as he panted lightly.

“I-you-we-I-what?” His voice was breathy, and barely audible.

The tacos did sound delicious, but she couldn’t help herself from chuckling at Alex’s response. The Chiss Medic scooted over one seat and then essentially pushed the taller Mandalorian male into the seat she had just occupied.

“The Cube Rule of Food? Isn’t that that book you just had me pick up from the Praxeum? Why in the hell they have a book on obscure cooking topics, I’ll never know…”

She took a sip of the drink that had been ordered by Mihoshi, happily settling into the feeling of belonging she had had recently. Sure, things back in Kiast were tense, but things were finally starting to make sense to her after her accident. Speaking of… Sivall peered around her husband and her friend to look at Doon.

“There’s no better time than the current, Knight Commander. You never know what battle brings, and you don’t want to be laying in a battlefield somewhere wishing you had had one more drink. We can deal with tomorrow. I’ll even heal you up, if you’re too bad off.” She had to stop for a second and think, her sanguine eyes squinting, if Shistas could even get drunk. How did their lupine morphology effect the way they metabolized alcohol? She’d have to pull more books out of the Praxeum, to the Librarian’s distaste.

There just wasn’t enough time to catch up on all the knowledge she lost, despite having documented so much in her Journal before her and Alex ran face first into water at terminal velocity. She shook her head softly, raven strands flicking side to side.

“Okay, but seriously, these tacos. Couldn’t they be considered a sandwich? There’s open faced sandwiches out there, how are they any different.”

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Vance chuckled as he grinned and wrapped his left arm around the Jedi’s shoulder hugging him. “Breathtaking isn’t it? Don’t worry, you will be fine, but you know what this means? Now you have to be my boyfriend.” He teased.

Kalen and Treel arrived at the Shame Corner while they were on their way back from scouting a target for the Ascendant Outreach Corps in the mid rim. Since establishing the first fixed location of TKC Textile Services in the shop area, business was booming, and the 2 other modified Sheathipede laundry shuttles we able to head out and run a 24h pick up and drop off service for some of their larger customers, mostly shipping companies and local security services along the Hydian way that wanted their employees to look clean and professional.

“So how much has the ‘pay as much or as little as you want’ model affected our bottle line, I noticed our credit accounts showing a decent profit still.” The Jedi asked his pint sized partner as they walked through the hangar/parking lot towards the shopping area.

“We post our reccomended fees for dry and wet cleaning. And we also now contract with the docking authorities here and provide ship cleaning services, and in house laundry for any staff who wish it. We have multiple diversified revenue streams. Profitable, repeatable and scalable.” The old Ugnaught went to raise his hand as his always did.

“Yeah yeah ‘you have spoken’, I know, I know. Thats all great then, so what should our next play be? Buy another location? Or buy more shuttles?”

Treel pressed his lips together and stopped himself from delivering what would have been a passive aggressive quip and simply said, “Both.”

As the two entered the main area of the station Treel veered away and headed for the 7 Sins Bar and Kalen hollered, “I thought we were picking up the cash box, and saying hello to the staff at the shop?”

“You are. I am going parlay with some associates. You are a good and true friend Master Jedi, but not my only one.” Treel raised a hand with his teeny, tiny palm facing outward before abruptly turning and marching off with his little pink and teal cape fluttering behind him.

Atticus stumbled back, managing to just barely plant his rear end on a barstool as he did so. That is to say, that he nearly fell off the barstool before grabbing it with one shaky hand.

“I-I-that is-I mean-” his eyes searched the room, before returning his gaze to Vance. “You-you love….me?” The room seemed to spin. His emotions were a whirlwind and tears stinged at his eyes. He wanted this. He had hoped for this for months now. And yet-

“How? Why?” He croaked.

Vance immediately tried to grab his falling boyfriend, but missed catching him. Thankfully ,he was able to help him back onto the stool, hugging him again. “Whoa there Jedi, so much love just couldn’t handle the power huh?

And yes, Atticus, I love you.

How and why? Because I love your heart, personality and soul and

I am not gonna deny what fate brings in fortune.”

He then planted a kiss to his forhead. “Now let’s have a celebratory drink. To love, life and freedom!”

Atticus tried to steady himself. Instead of grabbing the the stool, he held his b- yes, he held onto his boyfriend. The word repeated in his head. His boyfriend. His. Not some far-off thought. Not some nighttime fantasy. Vance was his. He was Vance’s. His heart thundered in his chest.

What was he now? Could he still be a good Jedi- could he still be a good man- despite this development?

As he looked appreciatively at the form of Vance- of his Vance- he shook his head. Tears stung at his eyes. There would be time to figure that out later. There would be time to figure that out together.

“Vance, of all the creatures in this wide galaxy, why me?” He dared not to doubt, but he still dared not to hope. He didn’t feel worthy. “What makes me so special? You deserve so much….better…..than a broken vessel like mine.”

Vance took his left hand and gently tilted Atticus’s chin up, looking into his eyes.

“Listen here, you are not the only one whose broken, I am too and you my sweet wonderful Atticus are worth more than anything in the galaxy. I would gladly take a lightsaber to the heart for you. You are worthy of love just as anyone else here. Never doubt your worth. Now how about we get that drink and head off to browse the mall. I think we need to get you a new set of robes. And don’t worry about the cost it’s on me.”

He then turned to the bartender. “How are those drinks coming?”

Doon grunted in response, taking another sip of his drink while eyeing the others for a moment. He set his glass down, now empty, and let out a breath that started to sound like a slow sigh.

He adjusted his position in his seat, causing it to protest yet again. A paw patted about his armor, meeting blade hit and saber, as well as a few other spots where gear was attached to him.

The food arrived after a moment of content silence. A common thing between the two good friends.

Vigo’s grey eyes examined the spread not too worried about what it contained for food.

Eggs. Bacon. Mixed fruit. And…

Creamer. Target acquired.

He waited for someone to pass by, examining the space around him. Low foot traffic, good. He sneakily grabbed a couple creamers, cupping it in his palm.

He took his original to-go cup of coffee and the palmed creamers, and promptly tucked them under the table. Emerging moments later with the empty creamer shells. Which he left stacked inside eachother on Barafu’s side of the table.

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Alexandyr just sighed and shook his head, taking his helmet off the clip at his waist and setting it on the counter before he picked up the first taco.

“No, Sivall, not you too. Don’t be the same kind of heathen as Mihoshi.” He chuckled, then took a bite, eyes widening.

“Oh, these are good.”

Miho shrugged, happily as an almost drunken clam as she finished her first glass of Tsiraki and poured another for herself. “Food is food. I don’t really give a good gorramn what you classify it as.”

Reaching for her plate of tacos, she grinned widely. “Besides, who really cares, ya know? It all comes out the same.”

Munching on her taco, Miho hummed softly. They were really good and worth the trip out to the Corner.

He sniffed, then pushed the glass towards her with a grumble. “Now is not the time for memories to take hold. Instead, I will be build foundations for the future.”

He spoke it over like it was something he had practiced, or otherwise read elsewhere.

Zeva giggled as she was pulled along to the rack of tshirts, she looked carefully before pulling on a few shirts to get a good look at the design, picking out a couple brightly colored with either a glitter or sparkling rhinestones on them.

“What do you guys think? These are kinda cute,” she asked while holding them up and showing the other girls.

“I think I really like this blue one. Or maybe the purple one?”

“You know, Jelc, that’s very much how my older sister is,” Ro laughed heartily as he watched the girls, and then went solemn for a moment. “My sister is one of the kindest people I’ve known. Although you definitely wouldn’t want to be on her bad side. But, even when she gets a bit angry, even with me, she still cares. I don’t even know why she choose to go down the dark path she has, but I know that as long there’s still people she cares about around, she won’t let it become her.”

“And you couldn’t be more correct, Rue. The world is very wide. And I met some Sith in passing who think very highly of themselves. But others are just doing what they can for the people they love,” Ro grinned at Rue and Jelc, before rubbing the back of his neck. “Just wish I could do more for mine.”

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Doon watched her, his one eyed scowl hardly changing as she sat the glass back down. He lifted it, giving it a look before swirling it. “I suppose that is true. Just a small one.”

He raised the drink and finished it off in a single gulp. His large head tilted one way, then the other, eye closed as he stretched his neck. When it opened he regarded her once more, taking in her peculiar dress and ornaments. “You are interesting.” He stated simply, nose twitching.

“Family…” Jelc didn’t know what to say. There was a bench nearby, so he set himself down a moment. The crimson Devaronian’s shoulders slumped forward a bit as he folded his hands into a ball resting his chin on his hands. The man was fighting tears. He was trying his hardest not to cry. He had been alone for a long time after losing his family. Lynna'vel had always been a light in his sad life and he always enjoyed time with her because she was so much like..“Karra.” He whispered his eyes misted as he looked out..“My beautiful Karra. You would have loved playing with the girls and..that just wasn’t meant to be.” He turned to Rue and stood up again. Walking over, he wrapped an arm around Rue’s left side hugging him gently. “I think that would be nice Rue.

"Yay Red for Sulla, Blue for Zeva and purple for me!” She cheered and danced around happily

. “We can be triplets! Cause all the shirts are the same design just different colors.”

Kalen checked in with the shop and found 3 of the 4 Ugnaughts who now lived and worked in the shop on the station, and was politely suprised at how hefty the cash box was. He had spent much of the last few months focusing on his new role leading the Ascendant Outreach Corps and hadn’t really been paying too much attention to his laundry and brewing businesses. The 30-odd members of Treel family that they had rescued at the end of the Corps first deployment had volunteered to work at the Brewery for a 40 percent stake, an offer Kalen readily accepted. But laundry business had just quietly run in the background for him.

On this particular the weekend warrior version of. Jedi was in such a generous mood he gave each of the 4 employees a bonus of 1000 credits each, mostly to lighten the weight of the large suitcase style cashbox he had to carry back to the Century Hawk.

As he walked out of the business that was right inbetween the droid Oil Bath and service shop and the “Nap Closets/Motel” Kalen saw a few familiar faces across the way.

It was Ro his daughter along with Rue, the man who had given him the introductions that had led to him joining the Brotherhood almost a year before. He walked over to them and hollered, “Small Galaxy ain’t it?”

Kaken saw the kids in the store looking at merchandise as he went to shake hands with Ro.

Treel walked into the Seven Sins Bar and noticed a large gathering of presumably Brotherhood affiliated folks around the bar. He recognized a few faces from dossiers and another from a recent mission. But he wasn’t here to mingle. He had a date.

The little caped, evolved swine, Commando cum dry cleaner sauntered over to an open bar stool near the taps, crawled up and stood upon it. He gazed around the moderately busy establishment and finally spotted the rather plump orange haired Gammorean woman in a booth in a far corner.

“Two Sullustan Sunrises, with a twist” Treel said as he hailed a bartender with a handwave.

With the food and Vigo’s creamer acquired, Barafu claiming the empty shells with practiced motions, the duo moved away from the tables a small ways. The Togorion munched through her sandwich, enjoying the quiet with Vigo though eventually struck up conversation. In a low, conspiratoral tone.

“You know, some day someone is going to know I’m lactose intolerant when you do that. Have you tried the alternatives, in case uh… the tactic has to shift?”

He sounded a rumbling chuckle, obviously a bit amused. “I suppose it is.” He leaned back on the stool, giving the bar space as he pulled out a data pad so he could peer down at it.

“Thank you kindly.” He replied, giving the bartender a nod. “You know Atticus, sometimes a little liquid courage helps to guide your feelings.” He replied as he lifted his glass, turning it a bit as he admired it. His own heart had started to race a bit. The sweet rush of desire and love for Atticus hit him like a freight ship. Seeing that the Jedi did not stop him, he toasted to Atticus.

“To us, may this relationship last for a long time and beyond. To new beginnings and forging forward.”

He waited for Atticus to get his glass before clinking the glass against his, took a drink and set it on the counter again.

He then gave Atticus a cute flirtatious wink, pulled him close and studied his face a moment. He took in the all of contours on his face, those gorgeous grey eyes, his cute nose and his lips.

Damn those fine, soft lips..

“I think I need another taste.”He smirked as he pressed his lips against the crimson Zeltron’s, letting his tongue dance against those soft sweet lips asking for an invitation.

Was it the alcohol giving him more courage or him enjoying and taking his sweet time with his boyfriend.

He wasn’t sure, but Atticus didn’t pull back instead parting his lips allowing Vance to kiss him deeper. Not one to miss this opportunity, he let his tongue dance with the Zeltron’s giving into his sweet seductive intoxicating pheromones.

His hands gripping the Jedi’s blushing cheeks as he explored the man’s mouth with his tongue pulming it into a deeper kiss. While one of his hands drifted around his waist keeping Atticus close against his own, the other hand gently stroked his right cheek.

Pulling back to catch his breath, Vance closed his eyes and kissed him again. Finally, after about several, did he pull back. Savoring each one, his mind reeling.

“I could get used to this.” He chuckled as he caught his breath.

“Thank you Rue, it’s nice to have a family again.” Jelc replied as Rue broke the hug and turned to wave at Kalen.

“More family?” He smiled and waved at Kalen as he looked at the girls choosing the shirts.

“Think any of them might fit me?”

Lynna giggled. “Maybe, Zeva and Sulla, do you think they have adult sized matching shirts? We should get one for Rue, Jelly and Ro too!”

“Good to see you Ro.” Kalen said after shaking the ‘cool guys’ hand. He then bowed slightly at the Kessurian, “And you aswell Master Rue. Its been too long since we’ve crossed paths.”

Kalen gave a curt nod and a smile to Jelc in lieu of a formal introduction as the conversation pivoted back to the shirts. As the idea was posed Kalens gregariousness and generosity took hold once more.

“Shirts for everyone then? My treat. I’m sure I’ve missed a birthday or holiday presents for the younglings.” The tall slim Jedi proclaimed before kneeling and opening the lid of the cash box to retrieve a handful of credits.

As he caught little Zeva gaze back to the adults he winked at her and playfully stuck his tongue out.

“Pick out a nice shirt for your silly Uncle Kalen too kiddo!” He lightly hollered down the aisle to her. He swore she must’ve grown atleast 2 inches taller in the past few months since he’d seen her at his House Warming/Tahiri’s B-day party.

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He shuddered.

“Let’s hope that day shall never come to pass.” He’d probably just stick to black.

He smirked, appreciating the practiced cover from her always. He really did like the creamers here. All sorts of different flavors.

“Any new… quests? The Herald is having me expand to a planet called Nancora. A rather pain in the kist. Faulty droids on the surface and weather conditions leave me losing men left and right.” He rubbed his temple in circles as he explained.

It was truly as grand of a place as the rumors has said, even as the name told her it was something different. For being called the ‘Shame Corner’, it seemed to have quite a bit as Cassandra made her way out of the hangar bay and into the main area of the station. In a way, it kind of reminded her of what some worlds called arcades or shopping districts. The way some of it was organized even made her think of the mid-levels of Coruscant.

Some of her pink and black neoprene was visible from underneath her new council robes. It was a little itchy, not to mention she wasn’t used to wearing something so bulky and overwhelming in a fabric sense. It also stifled her fashion, but…that was part of it unfortunately now that she had taken on the mantle of Matriarch for the new Academy under construction on the Taldryan world of Interitus Cairn.

She took notice of a small food area, the scent of simmering meat penetrating her nostrils and her stomach growled. Not surprising, given she had not eaten since before she left on her journey here.

Makes sense.

Slowly she approached the bar area towards the front and took a seat with a Rodian bringing her a datapad that had the menu on it. Cassandra leaned forward and gave it a glance over after lowering her hood.

What sounded good…

As she sat there and pondered the menu, leaning her head against her palm with her elbow on the bar, she noticed out of the corner of her eye someone she recognized. The Proconsul of Clan Odan-Urr, Miho Keibatsu. She had only met Miho a couple of times, purely diplomatic functions that Wolfe and herself had attended where their Proconsuls were in attendance, but never really interacted much.

Telepathically she sent a basic nudge to Miho, just a simple feeling of “Hello.” In turn, she also gave a slight wave with her right hand and a light smile before looking back at the menu. It was at that point the Rodian also brought her a drink menu as well.

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Miho looked around for the nudge, smiling as she spotted Cassandra. She picked up her bottle, cup and plate of half demolished tacos and gestured towards the table.

“Come on then, friends! We have an old friend we haven’t met quite yet over there who needs company!”

She walked over to Cassandra’s table and set her gathered items down with a wink. “Hello there, I’m Miho. You would be Cassandra, right? Thought I recognized ya.”

The small woman waved her hand at Avarita and pointed to her glass and plate of tacos with a smile of thanks when she was seen. “Come here often? First time? It’s okay either way. It’s usually sort of quiet, but I think they’re looking for eggs somewhere.”

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“That I would be, Proconsul Miho. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” she said semi-quitely, almost meekishly with an eyes closed smile. “I thought I recognized you as well, I’ve seen you a few times when myself and Consul Wolfe met following the sixteenth war.”

She sat back for a bit, lowering her hands down to her lap. “It actually is my first time here, I haven’t really gotten off-world from Interitus Cairn very much the last few years. It isn’t easy to get around with my burned lungs without support which…I kind of stupidly decided not to use this time.”

She pondered for a moment as she continued to eye the menu she had in front of her.

“Can I have…diced porg on brown with white queso and spicy sauce, and a glass of Tsiraki on the rocks?”

Weyr had arrived at the corner with his shoulder sized reddish black Keeradak, Laoch. He had remembered the last time he was here and made his way to the bar. As he passed the clothing area, he saw Jelc and Lyna’vel occupied with some other friends. He didn’t want to disturb them, just wanted to relax and have a drink. As he entered the bar, he saw a few folks that he didn’t recognize and then Vance and Atticus. Hmm, a little precoccupied with each other. He had just found a table and sat down when Borage, who had been sitting by the bar, spotted them. She made a dash to his table and set herself down beside him. Laoch beamed as he hopped onto the table to greet her.

“Rawwwrp!” The Meerqaal chirped back happily as she rubbed her head against Weyr’s side.

The Evereni raised an eyebrow and sighed.

“Well hello Borage, I see your master is busy and you are bored. I guess you can join my table. Laoch is definitely happy to see you.” He then picked up a menu and started to peruse it.

As they waited for <@297496904282144769> to order, Cassandra took notice of the Meerqaal chirp and glanced over at it. She had seen them only a couple times before and let out a slight smile. They were definitely cute creatures. She kinda wished she had brought Alaisy, though she didn’t know how a raven would handle a place like this or if it was even a place for a raven like her.

“So,” she started in conversation to Miho while Bentre figured out what to order, “What kind of tacos do you enjoy eating?”

He was overcome by warmth. The warmth of emotion, the warmth of love, the warmth of alcohol running through his blood. He felt the hint of a whine purring in his throat as he leaned against Vance. Slipping his hand into the warm grasp of his Mercenary boyfriend, he snuggled up uncertainly.

His boyfriend.

The feelings of doubt were not gone, but they were much, much quieter than they had been before. He had known of Vance’s feelings in a very objective manner, but now he felt it more genuinely, more deeply than before. It was as though their hearts were beating in tandem with each other. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, in his head, and could feel his throat catch as he admired his boyfriend’s face.

Sure, he had thumbed through the odd romantic novel in run-down shops in the back-end of nowhere when he had been a Jedi learner. There had been a lot of quiet, boring moments like that, waiting for his Master’s call. He had perused their contents like an academic, with no emotions attached. Now, the memories felt different. He felt a little foolish, being able to relate to the flowery prose he has casually skimmed. Yet, there was no shame with his boyfriend.

There was that word again. Boyfriend. He had a boyfriend. He smiled at the thought. He could actually feel good about the fact now. He could feel okay about attachment. He leaned over slightly, placing his forehead against Vance’s.

“So, what now then? Does my boyfriend want to sit here drinking until the evening? I am not too experienced in the dating world for….obvious reasons. Is it too soon to ask that we have a nice little date?”

He looked towards the exit to the bar, and found himself frowning. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, one might think that the Matriarch Versea had something to do with arranging this.” His eyes narrowed, and he looked coyly at Vance. “You didn’t anything about me coming to the station today, did you?” He paused, his brown furrowed.

Bentre Stahoes paused. It was not that often he went out on the town in any capacity. Between Clan Naga Sadow and the occasions where he dared to darken the door of his estate, he had become a bit of a home body. Or, he mused, I guess I am more of a busy body. Always tied up in work of one kind or another. It seems that the work of a Magistrate or Son of Sadow is never one of leisure. He smiled in the direction of bartender.

Was he going to be adventurous today? Was he feeling the mood? Would he choose an old standby, or be so gauche as to drink from his Bottle of Sadow in flagrant disrespect of common society? Speaking of tacos, had he ever had a good taco at a bar?

His smile faltered for a moment. He shook his head. He spent enough time being an outsider in one way or another. He could be a busy body, or antisocial, or difficult any day of the week. Hells, he was even paid for it sometimes. Seeing his daughter had shaken something loose in him today though. The smile returned, a little less certain, less well-practiced than he normally effected. The face he normally wore was familiar, but a mask is a mask.

“What hard liquors do you-” he sighed, and winced, “rather, what hard liquor would you personally suggest? I normally enjoy whiskey, but it also has some hard memories attached to it.” He experienced an unusual swell of emotion, and immediately bit back the reaction. There were certain memories, old wounds, that were tied to certain, familiar triggers. More than a few were not the sort he wanted to dwell on in public, either. The mask came back, just a bit. “I am hoping to celebrate a new opportunity. I want to drink to a….brighter tomorrow. I get to be a dad again.”

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“Tsiraki is a good, deep one if you’ve never had it.” Cassandra remarked for Bentre. “Its one of the only ones I really like to drink.”

Vance raised an eyebrow and smirked at his taller boyfriend. He then shook his head. “Absolutely not Atticus, I didn’t realize you were coming and if I did, most certainly I would have had something for us to do for the entire day here.” He chuckled as he took the Zeltron’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “As for Tasha, she had no idea I was here, she was probably tracking that one.” He pointed to Bentre and then whispered. “Her husband.” “Now as for a date my sweet man, well what would you like to do? There is a clothing store, as well as a place where we can get our hair done, nails done, whatever you feel like.” He grinned. “Or we could just walk around the station and talk if you like. I would love to spend the rest of the day with you, Atticus.” He leaned up and kissed the Zeltron Jedi’s cheek. “What do you say handsome?”

“Nothing specific but the regimens for training are… increasing. Its like we are holding our breath for something.” Barafu nibbled on her sandwich, her tail twitching in mild agitation where it hung tucked around her ankles.

Blue eyes glanced around. Vigo wouldnt speak of these things if it wasnt safe but, she had learned her own due diligence over the years. Mainly thanks to Vigo.

“If you need any help on Nancora I’m sure they could spare me for a couple weeks. The Guard is more prepared than usual but if helping another branch of the tree… it should be fine.”

He waved his metallic hand, as he chewed his food.

“We’ve managed to secure a base. We call it the Tempest Crown Cantina, but expanding out from that has been. Less favorable.” He chewed another bite as his grey eyes made eye contact with hers, debating.

“Communications are significantly reduced due to the atmosphere. There is a significant amount of wealth hidden beneath the sand. But I do warn you that it is very dangerous. If you do plan on going, I would like to be contacted and I will personally oversee your arrival.”

Jelc, a little sheepish, waved. “Hello there, yeah, kind of new to this.” His left foot began to tap a little nervously as he heard that he was a new family member. “Right, family.” He tried to smile a bit as he let the words sink in. “I have a family now.” Lyna'vel looked up as the girls were sorting out the shirts and heard Jelc. “FAMILY! I must go hug them!” She then ran all the way up to Kalen and practically hug tackled him. “Hello, Jelly family!” She grinned as she hugged him tight. “I am so happy to meet you.” Jelc almost turned scarlet red. “Uh..lynavel, he um…” He stammered, embarrassed.

His embarrassment subsiding a bit, he chuckled as he tried not to tear up again.

“Yes, that she is. Always told me I’d find a family someday and when I did she would hug every single one of them. Kid always had a sweet soft heart, lot like her mom.”

He continued to smile watching her. “I am not gonna interrupt this.”

He shook his head as he whispered back. “No, she is just a kind lady that hired me to protect her little one because she trusts me. As I said always been a loner without family. Some days rougher than others. He then chuckled softly. "Always did wish I could have another family, maybe even meet someone nice.”

Jelc blinked a moment. “Yeah she does bless her heart.” He then nodded sadly before being taken aback. His eyes got a bit wide as he processed the words. “Really? You would let me come to Selen to meet your other family? I…I am very surprised, never had someone just like..adopt me, no questions just accepting.” He scratched the back of his head a moment, taking Rue’s words in. Studying his face, he knew that the brightly colored man wasn’t lying.

“Well..I heh,don’t know what to say other than..Yes!” He beamed as he felt like jumping. But held in his total excitement, not wanting to accidentpy scare the kids. “I would be honored to meet more of the family Rue.”

The trip from the Mid Rim to the Dajorra System was long enough that it required refuelling. A simple hop as it was, it required that Mirus take a moment to stop, stretch his legs, and allow his vessel to take on required cargo before continuing on to his old home with his old Clan. While this was an entirely routine task for starships to complete, where he had ended up to do this was anything but normal. Something about this place set off every screaming sense in the first moment that his plated boot touched durasteel deck, but untroubled by danger he continued on.

Until, after a few moments of walking, he realised that in having ignored that sense, he was lost, in a labyrinthine, unfamiliar maze. Turn left, then right– nothing seemed to change.

In the next instant, like a powerful concussive wave, he doubled over slightly as something slammed into his chest - something incredibly familiar and enough to stun even the ordinarily unflappable Titan of New Tython. He knew, deep down in his soul, who this was. Emerald eyes widened as they cast glances up and down in those first few moments as what he was seeing became obvious, facts falling into place about the difference in the Galaxy since his return to civilization. For many things the Brotherhood could have been, all the trials, tribulations and travails that it underwent, there were few constants. She was one of them - a blinding light within darkness. Someone who was nothing short of family. Maybe this was what the Force was trying to warn him about, for the beaming of the smile that crossed his lips was second only to the radiance of the tiny woman in front of him. His hands rested gently on her shoulders, having missed the sensation of having his face read by touch.

“Atyiru. I will come running across the stars for you, of course.”

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Reiden ended the call and quickly got moving. It was hard to believe that the woman had returned after what befell the station the first time. But that wasn’t worth much thought. Ira seemed to have a handle on things, for the moment anyway. He needed to make sure it didn’t escalate. It had taken a concerted effort to bring her back last time and he didn’t know if it could be repeated again - and it was best to avoid it entirely if at all possible.

He made his way into and through the station, following Olive as he flew on ahead. The tailring seemingly knew where to go, so he trusted him. Eventually they reached their destination and Olive landed beside Ira, laying his head on her shoulder.

“Well it looks like there aren’t any heads nearby, so that’s a start,” he said with a smile as he drew closer, sitting on the floor beside her. “I think Ollie must have known something was going on, he was a little restless before your call came in.”

Kalen embraced the hug of the, up to now, complete stranger and went about completing the purchase of the shirts for everyone. The younglings had picked out one that had the words “I drink, and I know things…its what I do” on the front of it for him.

“Do you all have plans for the rest of the afternoon?” The Jedi asked as he saw Treel and a rather large Gammorean woman leave the Seven Sins Bar hand in hand, and figured he’d be there for a little while longer.

“You say the sweetest things and I have missed them,” Mirus replied, knowing full well that she had nothing else in her heart for him - and he for her.

An ebony eyebrow quirked at the fact that, yet again, the little Miraluka had found herself in far more hot water than she had the ability to resolve single-handedly. This was rather typical, but if nothing else, the Dathomiri warrior was quite content in the fact that some things never changed. Despite her penchant for mischief being legendary and a true constant in the universe, she was the eye of the storm of that chaos, where all things swirled in an infinite tempest, forever the solace to be found on the centre when all things began to fall away.

“Would you prefer to be carried, or sit on my shoulders? I think we’re both short enough you won’t hit your head on the ceiling. I refuse to allow you to walk like a commoner and my ship awaits to take us back to Selen.” A hand fell from her side to extend towards her, palm up, ready to assist her in any way that she deemed acceptable. “I promise that along the way I shall regale you with tales of my two children, which is a joy that I am incredibly happy you will find for yourself. And then you will tell me exactly what horrors you have inflicted upon these people that I am sure was justified.”

A small shuttle drifted into the hanger bay, drawn in by invisible threads. When the ship was pulled right over its designated landing area, it hissed and landing struts tentacled out, like limbs stretching out in relief after a long flight. For a moment, all was silent, apart from the usual noise of the station. The ship that just came in itself didn’t make a noise, except for the light hum of its engines.

Perhaps the maintenance crew expected a human, a near-human, or one of the more common species of the Galaxy. But the Galaxy is wide, and there are more than one knows. Out of the ship floated a Diathim. His hair was as light as silver and waist-length, and his skin as white as marble that shone brilliantly against the light. Six wings were folded on his back, and the bright-yellow aura of the Angel made many shield their eyes. From his towering height of more than 7 feet, he looked over to the bar and restaurant, to which he then walked gracefully.

Angels do not eat and drink, and thus he wasn’t about to break the mold. But he was there to make new acquaintances in the Brotherhood. To all he passed on his way to his seat at the bar, he smiled and greeted them warmly, until he came to sit beside <@244244163002892288> and <@232396983854301187>

He squeezed her hand and fought back a laugh. “I’ve heard that it’s a tradition in some places, but I’m not sure if they’re meant to be whole eggs or not, or maybe fake eggs? But it is strange to do something in a space that’s not yours and especially without asking. As long as there’s no glitter again though…”

He shuddered at the thought. It had taken forever to get the craft herpes off of his clothes and out of his hair. He could only hope the glitter that was in his drink was gone as well.

“Just wait till Jelc sees his new shirt! I chose it special for him.” Lyna replied excitedly as she finished hugging Kalen and letting him purchase the shirt. When it was given to her she held it up for the rest and Jelc to see. It was a dark blue with rainbow sparkles outlining a square on the front. In the center, was a very red strawberry jam character in a rock star outfit playing a guitar that said Jelly Jams!

Jelc looked at that very glittery shirt she held up. His face, smiling as he looked at that sweet, very proud greyish blue Twi'lek face just beaming.

“Thank you, Lyna. That shirt is flamboyant, very glittery..” He grinned as he walked over and gently took the shirt and placed it in his backpack. “And quite simply wonderful. I will wear it a bit later, but I do promise you I will wear it.”

“Yay!Thank you for taking me here Jelly, I got to make friends, hug dad and meet your new family. Best day ever! Do you think mom would let my friends visit?” She asked softly.

“Well that is up to your mom kiddo, I suggest you ask her when we get home, okay.”

He then looked at his communicator. “Well Lynna we got time to have some lunch and then we got to get back home. Your mom will be waiting. So let’s go grab some lunch, be sure to say goodbye to your friends.” He then bowed to Ro, Rue and the girls.

“Thanks for making this trip a sweet memorable one.” Lynna then dashed up to Zeva and Sulla giving them both a big hug, before going to lektra and very gently patted her hand.

Then she went to Ro Tahn, hugging his side. “You look so cool.” She whispered. “I like your montrals.”

After hugging him, she went to Rue and gently hugged his side and whispered smiling.

“I think you are the prettiest looking person in the whole world.” She then went back to Jelc’s side and waved.

“Bye everyone, I will miss you all!”

Ro’s grin became a soft smile as he looked between Jelc, Rue and the girls, he nodded, letting the words and moment sink in a bit. He watched with genuine understanding at Jelc’s reaction to being called ‘Family’. He simply nodded, before turning to great Kalen with a hearty handshake and a smack on back.

“Hey Kalen, good to see you,” Ro smiled and shook his head at him as he paid for the shirts. “I’ll buy you a drink the next time you’re through here or on Aliso. Might be able to rope Hiri into for a drink too. She needs a break.”

Then he simply watched with a mixture of pride and happiness as his daughter, though quiet for the most, except when she said goodbye to Lynna, had fun with her friends. Being a child, having a childhood and moments like these. He realized that even though he had jobs to do, Rue and Jelc were right, being there for moments like was what mattered most.

Zeva was almost vibrating in place as she was so happy to have matching shirts with friends, shaking her head and smiling from ear cone to ear cone. After Lynna had ran over to hug Kalen, she quickly followed.

“Aunt Hiri told me about the baby, I’m sooo happy for you, Uncle Kalen,” she had whispered into his ear before skipping back to her friends and helping to pick out shirts for the adults as well.

After finding Kalen’s shirt, she found another blue shirt in her father’s size, with a stylized Tailring with a background of flames. She showed the girls and they all agreed it was perfect and matched hers close enough.

Once the purchases were made, she thanked Kalen with another hug, and giving both him and her father their shirts. Her father had taken the shirt, looked at it, flashing his signature cocky grin and winked at her.

She quickly chatted with Lynna and hugged her new friend, before she had to leave.

“We’ll have to do a sleepover, or another get together someday, Lynna. This was fun.”

“We all need a bit of a break. With the attack a few weeks ago Aliso isn’t safe anymore, and rebuilding Hellas Yards is going to take months even with all the help from Hyperdyne. I’ve got Corra and droids living on Corra VI in orbit right now, because I’m having a hard time trusting the obviously useless -Dread Guard- with my families safety.”

As he saw Zeva get within earshot the Jedi changed the topic. “What about you two? Wanna grab a bite to eat?”