A bar,
Somewhere in the Galaxy...
The Jedi had been kind to him-- very kind. They'd nursed him back to help, trained him in the ways of the force, and given him the first sense of genuine purpose that he'd felt in years. To say his life had been changed was undeniable, and to say it was for the better was just as true-- from a certain point of view. The man had a permanent home on Yavin IV, was constantly surrounded by people who at the bare minimum tolerated him, and at best, were genuine friends. There was just one, very important thing missing.
He spent every day there.
The temple was massive-- a monolithic structure built thousands of years ago. Yet over the course of what had been nearly two years, he'd explored every barrack, the entire gym, mess hall, the gardens, and even the surrounding forests for a kilometer and a half out. That massive building that had become his home-- larger than the castles he'd fantasized about building for himself in his youth-- had become a cage. A tiny, insignificant cage compared to the starlit skies he used to soar in. Breaking the rules had always been something he'd, no matter where, no matter who-- and the Jedi had been no different.
It had only been a matter of time for him to decide to sneak offworld. Ephiny, darling teacher of his, had left him more and more unsupervised in the previous week, and so he'd taken advantage of it. He'd left a note in his dorm that he'd simply be out meditating and exploring for the next few days. By the time Ephiny had gotten worried, he'd be back, claiming he'd just gotten lost. It wasn't unlike the times he'd sneak out to party-- only this time he wasn't traveling a few blocks, but instead a few hundred lightyears.
Ofcourse, he hadn't brought his own ship, instead taking the chance to slip onto a cargo ship to head offworld. Brought with him was a healthy amount of travel money, two changes of clothes, and a vibrosword. He'd cursed himself for not finishing his new saber before leaving, but it was most likely for the best. He didn't want reports of a saber going around, especially with the possibility of Sith informants just waiting to get a bonus after sicking a few acolytes on him. Regardless, he'd gone from the cargo ship to a ferry to a nearbye system-- a trip that, all in all, had taken less than a day.
There was where he stood.
He'd never been to this world, much less this bar. He couldn't care to learn the name of either. The front door opened without getting stuck-- a good sign from the very start. There was a neon red ambiance as he entered, the kind of lighting the man had especially missed. For whatever reason, there were no bouncers; something he didn't miss at all. That left the man, dressed not in the robes he'd grown so accustomed to, but in an outfit he hadn’t worn in three years-- to walk right in.
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