Far From the Dig

[TAC]

Naboo.

It had been a long time since the man had set feet om this world. There were fond memories from this place, though- memories of himself as a Knight, guiding and teaching his Padawans as they completed missions with the man. It was a serene place, Naboo. An odd place to be right now, though. The war with the New Sith Imperium was drawing nearer and nearer to a close. And Naboo was far from the front lines of the terrible war.

Jedi Master Larik Novan had been on the front lines of the war for months. Killing, defending, fighting with every bit of himself in order to defend the New Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance that it served. The Council had decided that he needed a break, however. A break from the hard work he did as a Jedi Master, the Master of several Padawans, and as a Lieutenant in the Galactic Alliance Special Forces.

The Galactic Alliance wanted to be sure that they got as much use out of him as possible, though. No vacation was truly a vacation, as they gave the Corellian lots of leeway with where he needed to be, due to his status as a Jedi Master. While the job he was assigned was hardly thrilling, it was a nice break from the bloody slaughter of the frontlines, and could at least be consider quite intellectual.

Larik was sent to Naboo to attend a sort of convention. An archaeologist's convention. Each year, the Galactic Association of Archaeologists held an exposition where they gathered some of the greatest finds from all over the galaxy made that year. They often offered seats to important institutions, and the Galactic Alliance Military was offered one. Having already sworn to get Jedi Battlemaster Guhoo Armstrong- who was in charge of the Galactic Alliance military- back for this, he dutifully traveled to Naboo.

To be sure, though, he did find it interesting. During the day they had several talks, and the finds were displayed throughout the convention center. Now that it was evening, they guests were dressed in their very best, attending the keynote speaker's seminar on the fourth moon of Yavin. They dinner was excellent, and afterwards the tables in the center would be moved away and the event turned more into a social gathering. Old but true tunes were played by a Bith band, softly, as the guests of the Archaeology Conventions began to talk, drink, and dance.

From one of the tables on the outskirts, Larik watched the citizens of the galaxy enjoy themselves. A small smile played across the man's face. He fought to protect this. He lived to protect this.

 

[Galavant]

Naboo

Jillian had never actually been to Naboo before. It was certainly nice, a lot nicer than say Coruscant. It actually had greenery, and in a lot of ways reminded Jillian of her homeworld. Albeit with far better architecture. She couldn't actually remember the last time she'd set foot in such a nice planet. She'd been spending most of her time searching old Jedi and Sith ruins, and if there was anything the two had in common it was that they couldn't build their secret enclaves or fortresses anyplace scenic. It was always some really old, abandoned dustball.

It was also the only chance she was really going to have to have some time to enjoy herself before heading back out. The Galactic Association of Archaeologists Exposition was always a blast, and GAAEx1013 look to be just as promising. Still the spirit of the event was somewhat darkened by all the war news. From what Jillian had heard, things were going less than stellar. But Naboo was entire sectors away from the frontlines, and barring things taking a sharp turn for the worse, wouldn't be anytime soon.

And all that meant that Jillian was more excited than a Wookiee on Life Day. There was plenty to see and do at the event. Aside from all the speeches and free food, there were also a number of exhibits lining the walls of the convention floor. By far the most interesting was the one on the Clone Wars, with a bunch of relics from a Droid Factory on Hypori that was still being uncovered. Of course there were less interesting ones as well....like the Tatooine exhibit which was just a bunch of sand. And of course the conspiracy theorists were all gathered around that one, claiming that Tatooine had a vibrant, lush planet before moisture farmers, in collusion with the Czerka Corporation had sucked the planet dry to develop some sort of eternal life serum.

But Jillian was somewhat saddened that she wouldn't be able to take anything home with her. After she'd bought a few too many artifacts with the Order's credit line they'd informed her rather sternly not to buy any more priceless (aka worthless) trinkets. Which was unfortunate as far Jillian was concerned, because the Order could really use the A.I brain from a battledroid to help figure out old CIS codes. And of course because a Droideka would make a nice entryway piece for the archives.

Looking around, she saw a man dressed in Jedi Robes at one of the tables at the edge of the convention center. With curiosity piqued, started waling over toward him, and as she got closer she thought she recognized. Not as someone she knew personally, but someone she'd seen around the temples on occasion.

"Master....Novan?" Jillian said half questioningly, half conversational as she got within earshot of the table. She was pretty sure that was the right name, unless it was Dovan, Movan, or some other Ovan.

 

[TAC]

While he was sitting there enjoying the moment of freedom, the Jedi Master was suddenly thrust back in to reality, the smile fading from his lips. Someone off to the side of him, out of view. The man turned in his seat, glancing over. His left arm had been up and resting on the table, the other resting on his right leg. A glass of scotch sat on the table next to him, neatly attended to, but not given any special consideration.

The man's head turned, as another Jedi walked towards him. The man's smile again returned to his face as he stood, extending a hand to the other Jedi. "Hello," the man returned, shaking her hand. As he spoke, he looked into the woman's eyes, and her name popped into the Jedi Master's mind. "You are Knight Ghazi, correct?"

The Corellian Jedi had made it his goal to know as many Jedi as possible. One of the most powerful Jedi in the Order, he was an idol and someone the younger Jedi looked up to. Knowing people's names had become a priority to the man, whether he had met them or not. Her face was familiar, though, and so he assumed that they had at least met in passing or seen each other before.

Just as he was about to ask her what brought her to the convention, the answer popped into his mind. Jedi Knight Jillian Nur Ghazi was one of the leading archaeologists within the Order, and Larik had actually used some of the research she had performed for different reports and mission briefings. "A pleasure to meet you in person, and here no less! I believe I've benefited from several of your finds and research." That was the full extent of what he knew about the woman. He was glad he had remembered something about her, though, it was always awkward when other Jedi came up to him and he had no clue who they were. She was a very beautiful woman, as well, although somewhere about a foot shorter than the Corellian.

 

[Galavant]

"Yes hello," Jillian replied returning the Jedi Master's handshake with a smile on her face. She always tried to keep her grip firm, but not to the point where she was squeezing the life out of the person's hand. "And thank you it's always nice to hear that what I do isn't just gathering dust in the archives," She continued taking a seat across from where Novan had been sitting. She noticed he had a glass, but Jillian decided it probably be best not to get one herself. If she remembered correctly, Novan was Corellian. And Corellians always thought they were great when it came to drinking and piloting starships. For the latter category, Jillian had no doubt that most Corellians were better pilots than her but for the latter...well in her experience it had never really helped to inform them that alcohol had no effect on her. They always thought she was boating, and didn't realize it merely a biological fact until after their headache faded and they were conscious the next day.

"I didn't realize you were interested in archaeology. Isn't this just great? Especially the translation of that ancient Arkanian mural? I wonder who came up with the idea of using ancient Sith and modern Arkanian as a way of building a translation program. That must have taken forever given the size of both, and the sheer number of variables involved. Although I guess it wouldn't be as hard as trying to decipher ancient Geonosian since you have do have two separate points of comparison and it's always been easier for humanoids to translate other humanoid languages than insectoid. It's just a completely different thought process behind each of them," Jillian said in her usual rapid pace without even giving the man a chance to interrupt her. Archaeolgoy was her passion, and this whole event had only sent her already bubbly and chatty nature into overdrive.

 

[TAC]

The other Jedi went to take a seat, and Larik made an inviting gesture with another smile before he took his own seat. It was interesting to meet the woman behind all of that research; he himself found it interesting, and had written a few papers for the archives, but nothing compared to what Knight Ghazi had done for the Jedi. The man took a sip of the alcohol, looking out at the people who were mingling in front of them.

Patiently, the Master Jedi listened to the woman go on about her specialization. He gave her attention, looking over to her as she spoke. There were no breaks to allow casual conversation. It was a bit humorous to the Corellian, and seemed to fit into the common stereotype of archaeologists, but the man just smiled. "Indeed, there have been many amazing discoveries in the last year."

Larik looked down at the drink, swishing it silently within the glass, and then set it on the table. He didn't like to drink anything that wasn't strictly Corellian-made, and the "Corellian Ale" they had wasn't even made in Corellia. Details, though, it was a small detail. He enjoyed being here. Enjoyed engaging in the conversations he had over the last few hours, and even enjoyed the simple act of sitting and watching others as they mingled.

Turning his head back to the woman he asked, "Do you have anything on display?"

 

[Galavant]

"Uhh no, the things I've been working on haven't exactly safe for public viewing," Jillian said as casually as she could, relaxing in her chair a little. The discovery of Sith artifacts weren't exactly something you announced to the galaxy with fanfare. More like something you either tried to either smash to bits or lock in a very secure vault so no one else could get to them. Other archaeologists would probably be horrified that she'd do something like that. But Jillian was a Jedi first and foremost, and the need to uncover the past was subordinate to the need to safeguard the future. She couldn't exactly tell Novan what she was working on, Master or not. You never who might be overhearing, who might have a bug, who might actually be an Imperial spy. Jillian doubted any of those threats were present, but to not take them seriously would just invite disaster.

Which when she thought about it was a really sad reflection on the troubled times they were living in. But Novan was smart and could probably figure out what she wasn't saying. If Jillian remembered right, the man was helping out the Alliance Military. And likewise Jillian wouldn't expect Novan to reveal everything he was up to either, especially in more sensitive matters."It'll be nice when the war's over to open access to the archives up again though. I know a lot of people here have sorely missed having access to all that information since security was increased."

 

[TAC]

Larik casually nodded at the other Jedi's comment. While their Order tried not to live in to the secretive stereotype that was the common perception of their members and institution, the man realized that sometime things just couldn't be discussed. He didn't particularly mind, either- it was probably a headache that he could deal without.

Besides, that was proper procedure. This was not a venue for a conversation about classified information, nor was casual conversation appropriate for some of the more advanced finds she had probably made. Regardless, the man hadn't met much by the small talk-esque question.

Her comment about the war wounded Larik. Deeply. Quietly, he at first did not respond, instead taking the glass off the desk and taking a long swig from it. As he had before, he swished the liquids insides back and forth, staring down at it. Her comment was well meant, but the man suddenly missed the Alliance soldiers he had left behind to be here. "Indeed," he responded, quietly, looking down, "It is a shame that we are forced to deny others information and knowledge. it's such a beautiful thing." The man stopped, looking up at the his fellow Jedi.

She did not know how it was going on the frontlines; she hadn't been there. She was an academic Jedi, not a fighter. And that was how the Jedi should be. Leaders in intellectual thinking, to avoids conflicts like the one they were currently in. But Larik knew how the war was going. Not only because was a Jedi Master and spoke often with Battlemaster and Supreme Commander Guhoo Armstrong about it, but because he had been there. He had seen the Imperium warmachine at it's best. Slaughtering the Alliance. Their hopes, their dreams, customs, way of life.

"Hopefully we will come to a day where we can set aside our weapons," the man said. It was a lost dream, hope without reason. But it was a nice thought nonetheless. The Sith would win this war- how much, and how badly the Galactic Alliance would be beaten, remained to be seen. But with their victory would come no peace. They were naturally evil, and their corruptness would demand action.

 

[Galavant]

"Well I don't think that day's going to come anytime soon," Jillian replied. She was pretty sure the other Jedi was just thinking wishfully. And that said more about how the conflict was going than anything else she'd heard about the war. "I mean even without the Sith, there's still a lot to do. Even during the height of the Old Republic we didn't stop using lightsabers."

It didn't take the force, for her to notice that the other Jedi wasn't entirely here. Like he was distracted, thinking about far off, unhappy things that weren't quite far enough way. Jillian couldn't even pretend to understand what it was like on the front lines. That wasn't what she did, and while it would sound conceited to say out loud, it would be waste of her talents. She could probably fight as well as any other Jedi yes but not as well as the Jedi sitting across from her, for example. Her skill set was more focused on things off the battlefield, and to use her on the front lines would deprive the Order of a skilled investigator and archaeologist. It would have been like having a ship designer piloting a Star Destroyer, or an Intelligence Officer commanding a unit of infantry. Yes they could do it, but not as well as others, and they helped more in the roles to which they were more familiar. If Jedi like Jillian were ever on the battlefield it would mean that the Order was in serious trouble.

"If you don't mind my asking Master Novan why are you here exactly?" Jillian asked out of curiosity. It hadn't really occurred to her until now, but Novan didn't come across as the kind who really enjoyed archaeology. If he were she was pretty sure she would have worked with him on something before now.

 

[TAC]

The man smiled, sadly. She was right. The war was not over yet. Nor would it be, for a very, very long time. In fact it the war drew closer and closer to a finish as the Galactic Alliance Forces were pushed back towards the core. The Imperial and Mandalorian war machines were proving to be too much. He nodded, though. Larik was fighting so that others, like Jillian, didn't have to. The more they could concentrate to put their skills in to use, to live their lives more fully and without conflict like the kind he was dealing with, the better.

She asked a very, very good question then. He looked over to her, his smile still on his face. "I've been on the front lines for months. The Jedi Council demanded I take a break, get away from it all. The GA are in constant need of me. So for my vacation, they sent me as their token guest to this convention. I admit I wish I more time to devote to study and research- even to go on a dig. It's all very interesting to me, even if I'm not necessarily the best at it." The Jedi Master inclined his head, inferring that the woman was this 'best' that he was refered to.

A Corellian two-step was struck up by the band, and several older archaeologists took the dance floor in front of the stage. Larik turned his attention to them, taking another sip as his foot bobbed. Suddenly, he put the glass down and shed his outer cloak. "Knight Nur Ghazi," the man said, jumping to his feet. "Do you know the Corellian two-step, or for once will you be benefiting from my study?" He walked around the table and extended his hand to his fellow Jedi. "I think we could both use a little livening up."

 

[Galavant]

"Uuuuuum" It was a rare moment, when Jillian was speechless, but this was one of them. She could cook, read ancient sith, use the force, fly a starship. She even had a tattoo. But dance? Aside from people that frequented clubs, and did it for a living, who actually danced? And who actually did the Corellian two-step? Only a Corellian would think it was popular, Jillian didn't even know the first thing about dancing, and even she knew that. There would be words with the organizers over that.

Then there was the question of whether or not it was appropriate. Something about dancing with a Jedi Master just struck her as a little weird. Granted it wasn't like Novan was a thousand years older than her, it still sounded strange in her head. But it would also be rude to say no, and it wasn't as though Jillian was adverse to learning something new. Or in the case of the Corellian two-step something really old and lame.

"Sure and no I don't know how to dance," She admitted after chewing it over. She followed the other Jedi's example, taking her outer robe off and draping it over the chair as she stood. She took Novan's hand, it was a lot hotter than hers, but that wasn't so odd. Human blood was really different from Zelosian, and moved faster, which of course meant it would be hotter. She still didn't get how they could almost the exact same and be so different.

 

[TAC]

Master Novan, although not a historian like his Jedi counterpart, was well versed in the histories of the Jedi Order, Galactic Alliance, and civilization's progression over time. The man had long ago learned that understand one's past gave useful insight into the present. He had utilized that concept for every mission he had gone on, and there was little doubt in his mind that it had literally saved lives.

An educated man was a prepared man.

Because of that, Larik knew that this was highly awkward. And in the Old Republic, before the fall of the Republic and that Jedi Order, it would have been completely taboo. But they were in a new age, with different understandings within their order. Even still, it was a little odd, but the man his justifications. Perhaps his fellow Jedi might even benefit from him sharing them, but before that happened he had to teach her how to dance.

He held onto her hand as he led her onto the dance floor, her cold hand in stark contrast with the warm-blooded Corellian. He ignored it, though- he had long gotten over the xenophobia that plagued many Corellians. Spinning around when they were there, his left hand and her right hand stayed connected. He placed her left hand on his own shoulder and- appropriately- placed his right hand on her hip. "The Corellian Two-Step is just like any other two-step," he said, looking down into the face of the foot shorter woman. "The only difference is that I am Corellian. Thus, the Corellian two-step."

Taking a step back, while she held her position and their hands stayed in place, he looked down at their feet. "I'll lead with my left foot, and you follow it closely with your right. As close to simultaneously as we can manage. Then our other feet will follow. And then we will reverse, your right foot and my left foot will lead, and then the others will catch up." The man slowly walked her threw it, calling every other 1-2 beat until she got the easy footing down. "Ready? Time to get up to tempo," he said, again counting the beats as they quickened their pace to match the tempo.

"If you add sharp turns and look like your having fun, Knight Ghazi, it gets exponentially more interesting," the man said with a smile after a few minutes of dancing. Oddly enough, half of the convention was on their feet, and the two Jedi were no different that any other dance partners. Quite a few styles were seen: the two-step, the Inner Core two-step, the Hapan two-step, the New Alderaan two-step, the Coruscanti two-step, the Mid-Rim swing, and of course the Corellian two-step.

 

[Galavant]

Jillian spent most of the first few minutes staring down at her feet, and repeating the left-right tempo over and over again in her head. Dancing might not be her thing, but Jillian liked to learn new things, and she didn't think she was doing that badly. At least she hadn't stepped on Novan's feet. That would be just what she needed, people talking about how she'd literally stepped on the toes of a Jedi Master. How people would find out, she didn't really know, but there always seemed to be a way, especially if it was something embarrassing. Finally she started to feel confident enough to look up at Novan, but let him continue to lead.

"If you add sharp turns and look like your having fun, Knight Ghazi, it gets exponentially more interesting."

"I'm sorry Master Novan, but it's hard to think the two step could be considered interesting," Jillian replied with a smile to indicate she was kidding as the two continued to dance."I know Jedi Masters have a reputation to up hold for being old fashioned, but none of the cool kids do the two step these days."

Jillian had to admit though, it was actually rather nice. The music was a little slow for her tastes, but that was probably a good thing for someone who'd never danced before today.

"What's that show they have on the holonet? Dancing with the holostars? Maybe after thing's have calmed down we can ask the council to do a spinoff; dancing with the Jedi," She said, with a little laugh.

 

[TAC]

The two-step was by no means an intricate dance. In fact, as dances go, it was literally the easiest next to the space worm. And that simply involved flopping around on the floor, bending your body to look like a worm. Hardly dancing, more like embarrassing. So naturally, Larik wasn't particularly surprised when the woman picked up on the dance.

At the Jedi Master's expense, the Knight cracked some jokes. Larik couldn't even pretend to be angry, though, and he smiled at her comments. "i thought you were a historian. Don't you know not to insult the pride of a Corellian?" the man asked. It was fun, just to get up and move- between slaying Sith and training the future of the Jedi, the man didn't have much opportunity to dance.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he followed up, "Introducing the one, the only, Grand Master Sigur Vainikainen dancing the triple-flux Duros jig!" They chuckled together as the music ended, and the old archaeologists separated. As according to tradition, the Jedi Master took a step back and bowed to his partner.

"Thank you very much, Knight Ghazi," the man said. He extended his arm back to the table in a sweeping gesture, indicating that Jillian should lead them back to the table. "The dance was fun."

 

[Galavant]

It was, thank you Master Novan," Jillian said with a smile, taking the man's cue to lead the way back to the table. On the way, she stopped one of the servers with a tray of bubbly drinks. Dancing was thirsty business.

Sitting back down at the table, she put her outer robe back on, it was a little cool.

"So how long until you head back out," She asked, trying to find something to talk casually about. She, herself would probably be leaving for the Outer Rim soon, and then back to the Light of the Force for a while. It would be nice to be back among more Jedi soon, if only for just a short while. She took a deep sip of her drink, and leaned back in her chair. She couldn't say exactly where'd she be a few months from now, but from here life was looking pretty good.

 

[TAC]

Larik was quite warm, but was once again not thrown by Jillian re-coating herself. Every species was different, and he was no man to judge. Instead he simply relaxed in his own chair, across the table, picking up the fake-Corellian ale and taking yet another reluctant sip from it. He wondered, briefly, when he would next be able to visit his family, but the Jedi quickly threw the thought out. With the war going the way it was, he wasn't sure he'd ever get to. For all he knew, he was surrounded by Sith Assassins just waiting to slice him up.

She asked her question to him, starting the conversation back up. "Back to the lines," Larik responded, somewhat quietly. It was neither excited nor void of emotion, it was simply a fact. "I serve in the Galactic Alliance Special Forces as an adjunct Lieutenant. I am assigned to different units to help them train the Sith." He paused for a moment. That was officially his only job description. "Usually those placements are right in the thick of it, though, and I train the soldiers 'on the job.'"

Larik shrugged. It was a reality of his life and station. They needed Jedi to fight alongside the Alliance soldiers, and the Council wasn't thrilled about that prospect- even with Battlemaster Armstrong serving as Commander of the GA Armed Forces- so he had a job description that lied. A bit. The Jedi were fully aware of that fact, but officially, they got the story they wanted. He didn't lie to them, he was very true to the nature of his position, but on paper they couldn't argue. "Where are you headed next?"

 

[Galavant]

"Cotellier," Jillian said, frowning somewhat, before going back into chatterbox mode. "There's a lot of Nova Crystal mining on the planet and I want to look for evidence that the Old Order might have gone there for lightsaber crystals on occasion as well. It'll probably end up being a waste of time though, it's not like every Jedi wrote down where he went to get his crystal if anywhere. We only know about places Ilum to begin with because a lot of Jedi went there. Other places are harder to find, and even if members of the Old Order did go there I still might not find anything. Any proof might be wiped away, or I might not look on the right part of the planet or any number of things. After that I'm going to the Light of the Force to help teach a class on barriers, and then hopefully I'll be able to head to Empress Teta to do some writing and cataloging, and updating of the archives."

She wondered what the mood was like back at the temples. If Novan was any indication it was probably less than cheerful, not that there was a lot to be cheerful about. But Jillian was always more of an optimist. History showed that things always got better. It might not happen tomorrow, or next year, heck it could take centuries. But things would get better. History was filled with hardship, but from that hardship was born the promise of a better world. The only thing Jillian really despaired about was how many in the Order didn't see anything but despair. If even the Jedi didn't believe in better days, who would?

 

[TAC]

"Sounds like some interesting opportunities," the man said. Eventually, if things went well and he was ever able to stop fighting, he would be interested in pursing a little research himself. The man enjoyed the discovery of new things, and possibly even beginning to construct a holocron might be worth his time. "You certainly will have your hands full! I've worked with barriers a little, myself, but never focused on mastering it. I'll have to re-pursue that, sometime."

The Jedi Master cracked a smile, again lifting the glass to his lips as he finished off the sour tasting fake Corellian ale.

There were many ways one could defend themselves. Master Novan had spent a lot of time throughout his tenure as a Jedi trying to learn as many as possible. He found that if he could dance around his opponent enough, he could often subdue them into cooperating, and thus he wouldn't have to apply force. He was a very skilled swordsman, but his force powers were all based on avoiding conflict. Even his secondary lightsaber form study, Trakata, was less about open confrontation. He had taught himself quite a bit about the defensive bubble, but more could be done. It was nice reminder.

"I'd like to take my Padawans to Naboo, next," he said suddenly, quietly. "I've always told them I'd take them to travel across Naboo. But the war has gotten us all tied up, we've never gotten the chance."

 

[Galavant]

"Hmm, I think I'd like to visit Dantooine. Kind of a far hope at this point, but it always sounded nice. Lots of ruins, lots of sunshine," She said wistfully, before taking another drink. "And if you ever want to learn barriers, there's a great holocron on Tython, if I recall correctly."

Jillian's abilities weren't so much about avoiding conflict, so much as rendering it pointless. Why bother fighting if all you hit was nothing? And that made it easier to talk and bring a resolution to the conflict. The barriers were also pretty helpful when exploring. The most pristine ruins in the galaxy were usually that way for a reason. And that reason tended to be that the previous occupants were paranoid beyond belief and installed innumerable traps to keep people from finding out there secrets. The most disappointing, in Jillian's experience was a room in an old temple defended by a very large autocannon and a pit of spikes. The only thing they'd been defending was an old datapad with a list of the different types of socks the person who'd lived there had owned.

 

[TAC]

"Dantooine is a beautiful place," the man said, remembering the world he had traveled to on several occurrences. "The sunshine playing off the fields is so peaceful, so resting. Great place for meditating." The man paused for a moment, looking over at the woman with a half-smirk smile that only Corellians could pull off. "Oh, and, digging." His smile widened at his own joke. Was it a joke? Maybe. Probably not.

The man turned back to the dancing as his smile lingered on his face. He knew he wasn't all that funny, but her awkward reaction would be enough to make him chuckle to himself. Even if he wasn't funny, the way people reacted to his jokes quite often were funny enough. The Jedi Master never caught a break with his Padawans, as far as jokes go. They would shut them down before they even got rolling.

"I must admit, Knight Nur Ghazi," the man said, his smile remaining as he pretended to frown at the dancers. "I am a fan of history, research, and the pursuit of knowledge. But it appears the convention has taken a turn away from that." There was another slight pause, "Well, this is history. But you didn't seem too enthused by my lesson about the Corellian two-step, so I can't imagine this must be any better."

The Jedi grew quite for a moment until, with another grin, he glanced over.

"Have you ever seen the Naboo nightlife?"

He knew the answer the archaeologist would give before the question was even asked.

 

[Galavant]

"Well I can't actually see at night all that well so no I can't say I have seen much of the nightlife," Jillian replied, not entirely sure where the Jedi Master was going with this. As a Zelosion, she wasn't exactly super active at night, and were it not for the artificial light of the convention she'd probably be much sleepier than she was. She was pretty sure Novan was already aware of this, so the question didn't make much sense to her. Or his reference to digging. Or a lot of what he'd just said. Jillian was starting to suspect the man had drank a little too much, as she herself finished off her drink. He was right though, the convention was starting to wind down, a lot of the expositions and displays were being packed up and things were closing down.