Dreamwalker85
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Tattooine. Even a 141 years after the Battle Yavin, the events in Star Wars Episode IV, it was still a hot unforgiving planet that welcomed all manner of person since it was under Hutt rule. Once Jabba had passed ages ago another Hutt was quick to move in the void he left. The planet changed hands a few times over the years, but the underworld was always ruled by a Hutt. They may have been giant fat, slug-like creatures, but they were efficient giant, fat, slug-like creatures. Plus they always had a bunch of resources at their fingertips.
Throughout the years the planet expanded. There were more moisture farms out in the boonies. Mos Eisley had made a couple of additions thanks to settlers that came into the planet and decided not to leave. At night Tusken Raiders could be heard in the distance, and if there was something metal and shiny to salvage the Jawa would have been there. In short it really hadn’t changed much just grew a little here and there.
Walking into town was a sight that made more than a few people stop and look. A dark brown robe covered most of the man’s frame, but only one type of person dressed like that. Everyone knew the type of person that dressed like that. Only a Jedi dressed like that.
Peeking out from the outer robes were a set of inner robes that were light brown as opposed to the traditional white. His boots matched the color of the outer robes. Unlike most jedi dark brown gloves covered his hands. What could be seen from his face was human. The body frame was clearly male, that much was certain. What part of his flesh did show was the bottom part of his face. That gave little to work with as he could have been mid to late twenties or a very well kept man in his forties.
While the lightsaber didn’t show, but everyone presumed it was there. A jedi without their trademark weapon would have been like a smuggler without a good blaster at the hip. It just didn’t happen. Everyone continued to stare. Seeing a young boy stare the Jedi smiled and let more of his face show. He winked at the little one then continued on his way.
The reason why the Jedi was out in these parts was because of something that pinged to him. A familiar tug of another force user that was out there, when he first felt it was just before resting. It was feint. Part of that could have been the distance as his ship floated in the system, but he was a few clicks away from Tattooine atmosphere. Some of it could have been the strength or lack thereof this user had in the force. There were too many variables to be certain.
One of the good things about tracking people with the force was the imprint it left. Like a fingerprint when people used the force it was unique. How the force wrapped around an individual, moved through them, the whole thing created a unique signature to that one specific person. Masters and Students may have felt similar, but personal differences always shone through eventually. This was how users of the force were able to tell certain friends and enemies were near.
Walking past the all of the shops, barters and the like the jedi continued and slipped into a building. Chalmun’s Cantina hadn’t changed much. People still had to walk through a doorway that had a couch that often held someone big and scary just eyeing those that entered. An archway past that lead to the main room where the bar started at the center of a wall went outward and curved back like a giant U separating the tender from the patrons. Several smaller rooms were around the main room. Each had an archway that led to the private booths that weren’t completely cut off from the main room, but it gave the illusion of privacy. If someone whispered low enough or spoke in code they could have had private dealings. This wasn’t entirely uncommon.
Music rumbled from the musician’s small pit. People started at the man in dark brown robes. Ignoring the looks the jedi went through an archway and sat himself down at a booth. When a serving droid came up to him the Jedi placed his order in galactic common, “Sonic Screw driver.” Chirps and noises left the droid’s various motors and servos. Nodding the Jedi placed a credit chip down. The drink was overpriced, but he paid enough for it and left a sizable tip, “For the tender working today.”
More chirps left the droid and suddenly a glass went into the R-Unit’s serving base. Ice followed before a colorful liquid came down. On tattooine it was blue. Other planets the drink had different colors. On places near Hoth it was green. Going away from the core planets it was a pinkish purple, further out it became red.
A Sonic Screwdriver was a fruity alcoholic cocktail. The liquor never changed, but to maintain a similar taste it was a slave to local fruits. Sometimes it had more of a berry taste, these usually caused the pink and red colors, other times it took on fruits that could have adapted a tropical like taste. These planets the color was green. Some even claimed a yellow Sonic Screwdriver existed if someone ordered one on the right planet.
Extending a small robotic hand toward the jedi the serving droid waited. With a small and a nod of gratitude a brown gloved hand snagged the drink. The Jedi’s plan was simple. Wait at the Cantina for as long necessary when the force user pinged then he was going to find the source directly. Chamlun’s just served as place to get out of the heat.
Tattooine. Even a 141 years after the Battle Yavin, the events in Star Wars Episode IV, it was still a hot unforgiving planet that welcomed all manner of person since it was under Hutt rule. Once Jabba had passed ages ago another Hutt was quick to move in the void he left. The planet changed hands a few times over the years, but the underworld was always ruled by a Hutt. They may have been giant fat, slug-like creatures, but they were efficient giant, fat, slug-like creatures. Plus they always had a bunch of resources at their fingertips.
Throughout the years the planet expanded. There were more moisture farms out in the boonies. Mos Eisley had made a couple of additions thanks to settlers that came into the planet and decided not to leave. At night Tusken Raiders could be heard in the distance, and if there was something metal and shiny to salvage the Jawa would have been there. In short it really hadn’t changed much just grew a little here and there.
Walking into town was a sight that made more than a few people stop and look. A dark brown robe covered most of the man’s frame, but only one type of person dressed like that. Everyone knew the type of person that dressed like that. Only a Jedi dressed like that.
Peeking out from the outer robes were a set of inner robes that were light brown as opposed to the traditional white. His boots matched the color of the outer robes. Unlike most jedi dark brown gloves covered his hands. What could be seen from his face was human. The body frame was clearly male, that much was certain. What part of his flesh did show was the bottom part of his face. That gave little to work with as he could have been mid to late twenties or a very well kept man in his forties.
While the lightsaber didn’t show, but everyone presumed it was there. A jedi without their trademark weapon would have been like a smuggler without a good blaster at the hip. It just didn’t happen. Everyone continued to stare. Seeing a young boy stare the Jedi smiled and let more of his face show. He winked at the little one then continued on his way.
The reason why the Jedi was out in these parts was because of something that pinged to him. A familiar tug of another force user that was out there, when he first felt it was just before resting. It was feint. Part of that could have been the distance as his ship floated in the system, but he was a few clicks away from Tattooine atmosphere. Some of it could have been the strength or lack thereof this user had in the force. There were too many variables to be certain.
One of the good things about tracking people with the force was the imprint it left. Like a fingerprint when people used the force it was unique. How the force wrapped around an individual, moved through them, the whole thing created a unique signature to that one specific person. Masters and Students may have felt similar, but personal differences always shone through eventually. This was how users of the force were able to tell certain friends and enemies were near.
Walking past the all of the shops, barters and the like the jedi continued and slipped into a building. Chalmun’s Cantina hadn’t changed much. People still had to walk through a doorway that had a couch that often held someone big and scary just eyeing those that entered. An archway past that lead to the main room where the bar started at the center of a wall went outward and curved back like a giant U separating the tender from the patrons. Several smaller rooms were around the main room. Each had an archway that led to the private booths that weren’t completely cut off from the main room, but it gave the illusion of privacy. If someone whispered low enough or spoke in code they could have had private dealings. This wasn’t entirely uncommon.
Music rumbled from the musician’s small pit. People started at the man in dark brown robes. Ignoring the looks the jedi went through an archway and sat himself down at a booth. When a serving droid came up to him the Jedi placed his order in galactic common, “Sonic Screw driver.” Chirps and noises left the droid’s various motors and servos. Nodding the Jedi placed a credit chip down. The drink was overpriced, but he paid enough for it and left a sizable tip, “For the tender working today.”
More chirps left the droid and suddenly a glass went into the R-Unit’s serving base. Ice followed before a colorful liquid came down. On tattooine it was blue. Other planets the drink had different colors. On places near Hoth it was green. Going away from the core planets it was a pinkish purple, further out it became red.
A Sonic Screwdriver was a fruity alcoholic cocktail. The liquor never changed, but to maintain a similar taste it was a slave to local fruits. Sometimes it had more of a berry taste, these usually caused the pink and red colors, other times it took on fruits that could have adapted a tropical like taste. These planets the color was green. Some even claimed a yellow Sonic Screwdriver existed if someone ordered one on the right planet.
Extending a small robotic hand toward the jedi the serving droid waited. With a small and a nod of gratitude a brown gloved hand snagged the drink. The Jedi’s plan was simple. Wait at the Cantina for as long necessary when the force user pinged then he was going to find the source directly. Chamlun’s just served as place to get out of the heat.