A Star Wars Story
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After recent events, primarily concerning those that concerned Arctus on Yavin IV, Faen finally found the time to keep his word and get the man a dog. Or a Rancor. Or whatever his Besalisk friend had in stock today. Really, the point was to get Arctus a companion that would comfort the Jedi during distressing times as Boy did for Faen. Boy also did a little bit more than that, being an excellent blood-hound and a great guard dog, but those traits had to be worked on over time.
The streets of Coruscant were as beautiful as ever, even if the two Jedi weren't particularly aloud on the planet. Faen had made sure to leave his lightsaber in his ship and only kept his stun-gun on him (though it was technically still illegally modified). The Seer also wore a fairly nice black suit with a dark purple floral tie. Faen always liked looking spiffy, even if he was doing something casual. Boy happily padded along by his side, eager to smell all the new smells, but knew better than to wander off.
"Well, Arctus," He patted the Jedi on the shoulder. "Today is kind of a big day. One might even say it is just as important as finding your kyber crystal..." He spoke in a mockingly mystical tone and held a wise gaze before cracking and chuckling at his gesture. "I'm only kidding," He chuckled again before walking down the street. "It's much harder." He teased.
@Forsythe Crowholde