“Well, if there’s a bright center to the universe, you’re on the planet that it’s farthest from.”
― Luke Skywalker, to C-3PO
The planet Tatooine sat in the Outer Rim, a lonely stretch of the galaxy that in the days of old, even the Republic didn't bother to deal with. Twin yellow suns shone on the desert planet, and the days were blazing hot and the nights were freezing cold.
The midday glare was painful to human eyes, and Fiach squinted as she walked. She had just dropped off some supplies – an aid package from the Order and decided to satisfy her thirst for knowledge. The planet may not appear very much, but if history was riches, it would be arguably the most valuable in the galaxy.
So, she headed over to Chalmun’s Cantina. Not that it was called that any more and it was certainly no longer owned by Chalmun. Even Wookiees didn’t live this long.
Even at this midday hour, it was busy. Fiach could hear the jizz band tootling away as she approached the entrance. The entrance graced by famous Jedi of the past.
Inside, it was dim, and comparatively cool. Fiach took a deep breath and then spluttered, scenting intoxicants from a dozen worlds. She walked down the steps, nodding at the Rodian that was clearly the bartender.
She found an empty booth and waited for the droid waiter to come across and take her order. “A little blue milk if you have it, please.” She couldn’t help herself.
@Phantom
― Luke Skywalker, to C-3PO
The planet Tatooine sat in the Outer Rim, a lonely stretch of the galaxy that in the days of old, even the Republic didn't bother to deal with. Twin yellow suns shone on the desert planet, and the days were blazing hot and the nights were freezing cold.
The midday glare was painful to human eyes, and Fiach squinted as she walked. She had just dropped off some supplies – an aid package from the Order and decided to satisfy her thirst for knowledge. The planet may not appear very much, but if history was riches, it would be arguably the most valuable in the galaxy.
So, she headed over to Chalmun’s Cantina. Not that it was called that any more and it was certainly no longer owned by Chalmun. Even Wookiees didn’t live this long.
Even at this midday hour, it was busy. Fiach could hear the jizz band tootling away as she approached the entrance. The entrance graced by famous Jedi of the past.
Inside, it was dim, and comparatively cool. Fiach took a deep breath and then spluttered, scenting intoxicants from a dozen worlds. She walked down the steps, nodding at the Rodian that was clearly the bartender.
She found an empty booth and waited for the droid waiter to come across and take her order. “A little blue milk if you have it, please.” She couldn’t help herself.
@Phantom