Pleasure after work

[MightyPants]

As a Jedi, Heath was constantly sent to planets all along the galaxy to accomplish the goals of the Jedi order. But as an human, he liked to take advantage of those free travels to escape from the constant schedule, often going to some cantinas to relax. In that framework, he was in the desert planet of Tatooine, specifically in the largest spaceport of the planet, Mos Eisley, also known as the armpit of the galaxy.

He neither felt something special for the city or was interested in the ambient of it, but he was obligated to go and try to establish diplomatic bonds with some mercenary organizations. Heath had started to hate that job and he was only paid with some hours of free time on the planet. Yet he wanted to help, mostly he was wounded by the enemies and no one helped him. Dressed entirely as a smuggler, Heath entered the Krayt Cantina.

Passing through the security of the door was not easy, but aided by force persuade he was able to go whenever he wanted. Probably it was against the moral laws of the Order, but that was the last thing to follow in his list. Moving to an alone table in a corner, the human sat on an adjacent chair, looking the horrifying ambient of the cantina.

 

[Dmitri]

A figure in Mandalorian armor entered the cantina. The bouncer barely looked at her before allowing her access inside. She tossed a couple credits to the bartender. Then, as if naturally, she walked straight up to Heath's seat and slid in the adjacent seat.

"Hello, Mr. Rontatt," greeted the woman. "Before you jump to conclusions, I am no Mandalorian. In fact, I represent a group that appreciates the Force and understands the need for protection and justice. We have been watching you for a while, and let's say you don't seem all interested in the Jedi business anymore, for obvious reasons. I am here to offer you a way to carry out your goals without relying on the incompetent Jedi Order, which has failed to meet on the Sith threat."

 

[MightyPants]

Heath elevated his sight, looking to the figure. Armored into some armor that he had met before, he didn't knew her. Probably she was one of the smugglers of the planet that had stole the armor from some dead person, but it was not a business that concerned to him. In fact, the only thing that kept him attached to the conversation was the curiosity of why she knew his name.

"Pleasure to meet you, stranger" Answered to the greet. "I understand you, but talking about the Jedi Order in such a risky place like this doesn't seems very intelligent. However, I'm not interested in the order anymore. But, how you know this? How you know my name? What are you offering to me? Pardon all this questions, but this conversation is far more than strange"

 

[Dmitri]

The woman remained calm. The outburst and scrutiny was to be expected.

"I have my sources," said the woman. She was not about to tell any details, especially if he did not take the offer. "We've had our eye on you for some time. We have seen how the order has slighted you and your dissatisfaction with the Jedi Order. I represent a group called the Immortal Order. They are a Force sect located in the Northwestern section of the galaxy, primarily the Chiss Ascendency, but we do operate in the adjacent areas as well. Unlike the Jedi Order, the Immortal Order realizes that what makes up an order is not the beliefs per se, but the members. We care for our members, and by abiding by this principle, we have avoided war, unlike the Sith and Jedi, who are too concerned with what side of the Force looks cooler. The Immortal Order feels you would be a fine addition to their ranks, and would like to offer an invitation."