The morning market was as busy as ever. Vendors had set up their stalls since first light and patrons strolled at their leisure, ready for commerce. Fruits, meat, mechanical spare parts, that was the usual merchandise, but you could find almost anything really if you were willing to look.
Ece visited the location regularly. She studied the variety of fruit and conversed rather pleasantly with the many market-goers; this morning was no different. She meditated and then set off, spending hours aimlessly wandering through the streets. Ece let the force guide, trusting in its direction; she’d never been steered wrong yet… Well, there was that one time on Felucia. Mistakes were made. Lessons were learnt.
And then a commotion caught her attention.
A crowd of spectators was forming in the heart of the market. There was yelling, threats being thrown. Highly unusual. Things were usually quite peaceful, especially in the klosslands. Curious as ever, Ece squirmed to the front of the crowd; when she heard the ignition of a lightsaber, she stopped.
It was a Feeorin male, rambling so wildly that spittle was flying from his mouth. Drunk, maybe? “You hear me, you kraking nerfs?! I’m a Jedi!" As if to prove it, he brandished the iconic weapon, slashing it in the air, causing many to retreat. “That’s right, you sons of schutta! Don’t mess with me!”
Oh, no. No, no, no. A Jedi causing a scene? Threatening civilians? Has he gone mad?!
Without thinking, Ece stepped forward, her hands up in a show of peace. “Brother, please. Be calm. There’s no need for any -” She paused, taking the male’s measure once more. She didn’t notice it at first, but now it was clear.
“I ain’t no 'brother'.”
He wasn’t a Jedi. He wasn’t even a force sensitive.
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