Large Party Area, Somewhere, Chalacta
Zoya wasn't allowed off world that often, for what felt like eons she had been trapped on the dumb old forest moon of Yavin IV. So when her ever present chaperone droid had passed her a flier for a Jedi Field trip to Chalacta, she had signed right up. Apparently a few dozen Jedi were just the right number to keep an eye on a captured acolyte, which she had decided to treat as a compliment. Of course the actual trip had been a complete bore, a lot of talk about a bunch of know-it-alls who called themselves the Chalactan Adepts. Very original that one, Force Adepts from Chalacta, let's call ourselves the Chalactan Adepts. One of them had even shown up, and had seemed particularly interested in speaking with her. Apparently it was because she was a Sith, sorry, former Sith. But she had the feeling that he was simply into green hotties. It was a big thing, everyone wanted to woo her just because she was green.
Still, there was a silver lining, after the "seminars" had ended some of the younger Knights had arranged a little party, a karaoke night. Of course they had managed to make even that a dull affair, but some of the padawans had managed to smuggle in some drinks, and she had even managed to convince this one girl who seemed to be running some sort of underground shop to bring them some Alderaanian mushrooms.
Walking around with a glass of juice spiked with some rather cheap but powerful spodka, she had a satisfied smile on her face. For the first time since her capture she actually felt alive. And when the song that a rather cute looking guy was singing reached the chorus she joined in at the top of her lungs.
"I bless the rains down in CHAAAAANDRILA!!"
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