Ask Unwelcome Tidings

[K’Jun]

Jun waited patiently for Vanya to finish to the priest. As they walked back towards the marketplace Jun chuckled at her reply. “No good at seeing the future don’t mean ya can’t.” He pointed out with a smirk. “Come on my favorite cantina ain’t far, we’ll grab a real beer and ride out the clock.” He suggested.

While they walked, Vanya started talking about the Winged Spirit again. Jun glanced down at her. “So is the Winged Spirit what you call Balance?” He asked. “I guess the Jedi call it the Light Side, or whatever. It’s just Balance to me.” He explained.

When Vanya asked if he was the type to ask someone to surrender, Jun’s ears flicked and his tails slowly stopped swaying. That was a complex answer. “Depends.” He replied. “I’m Matukai, our teachin’s say when someone’s deep into corruption, they’re a threat to Balance.” He explained. “Matukai teachin’s offer no quarter, maintainin’ Balance should be picked over an individual.” He continued. “But I’m Jedi now too…and I know I’m supposed to give someone the chance to surrender even if I don’t like it.” He confessed. “So, if it’s someone who chooses the Dark Side, no I don’t think offerin’ them a chance to surrender is right. But someone forced into it? Yeah, they deserve that chance.” He knew it wasn’t the Jedi answer, it wasn’t really the Matukai answer either. Instead it was somewhere between the two. “What about you?” He asked as they came to the cantina named “The Womp Rat Warren”.

Jun would lead her into the dusty Kyber miner bar. A few of the miners looked up and nodded at him, the bar tender, a female Zeltron looked up and smiled at Jun. He’d find a seat at the bar and order a pair of beers for them. It was cheap but not terrible.

“Where ya been Juniper?” The bar tender asked. “And who’s ya friend? Ain’t been snakin’ around on me have ya?” She asked with a chuckle.

“Z’anni, Vanya. Vanya, Z’anni.” He motioned between the pair. “Z’anni’s an old friend, used to play together when the Matukai would collect donations from the Church.” He explained. “She’s good pe-“

“He had a crush on me when we was teens.” She blurted out. “He likes to act all big an’ tough but he’s a marshmellow.” She offered Vanya a smirk and a shrug.

Greeeeeat. Jun rolled his eyes. Z’anni was about to put his dirty laundry to make a new gal pal.

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[Vanya]

Vanya followed him along as they passed through the place and toward the cantina that he liked.

The Winged Spirit is the the goddess of growth, life, and fertility. Out of her flows the Essence, she said.

Her brother, the Fanged Spirit, is the god of predators, the hunt, and death and out of him flows the Shadow, she said. The two must exist in balance for the galaxy to be in balance, she said, giving a very truncated explanation of the Nightsister religion.

She listened to his answer and was glad to hear that it sounded like they were at least loosely on the same page. Not every enemy needed a full pause to try to convert them, although some seemed to think differently.

If someone surrenders and seeks redemption, I won't cut them down, but I am not going to go out of my way to try to convince them, she said.

They made it to the cantina and Vanya pushed inside, a low level of music playing in the background and it pretty much smelled like you'd expect from a cantina. The faint scent of smoke and alcohol hung in the air as Vanya moved over to take a seat next to Jun.

She hadn't even managed to get "nice to meet you" out before the Z'anni was spilling all of Jun's secrets.

Oh, is that right? she said, giving a smirk and glancing over toward Jun. I think you might have a lot of useful information to share with me, she said. They had known each other since they were teens apparently, but the woman's voice gave away something else.

You weren't born here, though? Your accent, she said, realizing that the statement otherwise was too vague. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Vanya wasn't from around here between the pale skin, tattoos, and her own accent.

 

[K’Jun]

Jun listened to Vanya's explanation of her beliefs. He wasn't sure he entirely agreed about "the Shadow" and it existing in balance at all. It was clear their upbringings had been very different. Jun viewed the Dark Side as a corruption, something to be purged to ensure Balance was achieved and maintained. A fungus that grew in the moisture house, the only way to protect the crop was to kill the invader. Same concept. But he didn't comment on it, Vanya was fighting on the same side with him and he was happy about that.

However, he was glad to hear that their views seemed to align. Sometimes action was needed with no hesitation, in Jun's experience it was better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. It was his opinion that too many of the Jedi had forgotten that. They got lost in the semantics of "every life matters" instead of realizing that no, sometimes you kill one to save a thousand.

Jun didn't miss Vanya's smirk as she glanced over at him, his ear fell to the sides and he palmed his chin as he leaned on the counter. "Here we go..." Jun muttered. "...make that two beers for me, Z'an."

The Zeltron grinned before giving a light chuckle. She'd pop the tops off to three beers, sliding one to Vanya and two over to Jun. Before her attention turned back to Vanya and her questions. She started polishing the counter top as she spoke.

"Oh I can tell ya all kinds a things!" She said with a devious smirk. "I can tell ya his favorite colors. How he used ta dream of bein' a superhero. Which way it curv-"

"Z'ANNI!" Jun suddenly shouted, cutting her off as he sputtered over his beer. His cheeks were beat red and his eyes wide with shock. "No, she can't tell you that last one." Jun added quickly between shallow coughs.

Z'anni laughed and gave a shrug. "Aye, she wouldn't know one way or another."

When Vanya pointed out Z'anni was from Jedha, she simply nodded as a response. "Coruscant, lower levels." She replied. "Ma and Pa moved ta Jedha to mine Kyber." He continued. "That's how I met fox-boy 'ere."

"What 'boutcha?" She asked. "Clearly ain't form round 'ere neither."

While the two ladies talked, Jun tipped his first beer back. He felt like he was gonna need a few more of these to make it through this conversation.

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[Vanya]

Vanya's eyes widened at Z'anni's very in depth knowledge about Jun and his history.

Her eyebrow quirked up as Jun denied such accusations. Are you sure? she asked. They certainly seemed to have some chemistry with each other, and she wouldn't have been surprised if there was some truth there.

Vanya ordered a drink of her own and began sipping at it, a mixture of hard liquor and fruit juice not entirely unlike what she might have drunk on Dathomir.

Makes sense, she said as Z'anni explained that she was from Coruscant. Vanya's only experience there was after the fall and occupation, which made it a pretty unsavory location to visit.

No, I'm from Dathomir. Came here to help our mutual friend out with some Jedi business, she said.

The city's nice, although the flatlands seem a little questionable, she said.

So you must have some other embarrassing stories about Jun, then, she said, already apparently feeling quite comfortable with harassing her somewhat new acquaintance. Surviving life and death situations was great for bonding.

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[K’Jun]

Jun groaned at Vanya’s question. Yup this was happening. Z’anni came around the counter and pulled herself up a stool between Vanya and Jun. She reached up to pinch at Jun’s cheek. The massive Fiani leaned back and swatted gently at her hand.

“Come on Z’an, cut it out.” He muttered, clearly embarrassed.

Thankfully, Z’an’s attention shifted towards Vanya and away from teasing him. She listened to Vanya as she explained why she was here, her eyebrows raised at the mention of Jedi business. She glanced back to Jun.

“You really did it huh?” She asked giving him a playful shove. “This lug came in here four months ago talkin’ ‘bout leavin’ an’ join in’ up with someone who’d do somethin’ ‘bout all these problems.” She explained, her attention shifting back to Vanya again. “Then he just vanished, not even a good bye!” She huffed. “Can you believe that?” Z'an asked the other woman, genuinely bothered.

“It wasn’t like that, Z’an…” Jun told her.

“MMHMM” She told him without looking. “Anyways, New Jedha’s nice on the surface but there’s…problems for sure.” Z’an commented. “People been going’ missin’ and showin’ up all sliced up.” She told Vanya. “It’s gettin’ worse too. People’re gettin’ nervous.” She explained.

Z’anni cleared her throat and opted to shift the topic as a few miners walked into the bar.

“Oh I’ve got plenty of stories ‘bout this one.” She threw her thumb towards Jun. “He wore superhero undies until he was sixteen. Beskar-man and Kinrath-man were his favorites.” She teased. Jun dropped his head onto the counter, his ears pinned back. Z’anni would spend the next hour dropping all sorts of hidden gems about Jun. To his credit, he only interrupted a few times to correct her stories.

Jun would end the convo abruptly when an alarm on his EZPhone went off letting them know an hour had passed. “Oh look at the time!” He said, his ears perking. “Looks like we gotta jet! Come on Vanya!” He said before getting up from his stool and headed out.

Before Vanya could leave Z’an would touch her arm. “He’s can be an idiot but he’s a good guy.” She told her. “Don’t let him get in over his head, yeah?” She asked.

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[Vanya]

Vanya listened intently to everything Z'anni said. From the comments about Jedha to the comments about Jun joining the Jedi and, of course, the opportunity for embarrassing stories. She just nodded a long and took it all in.

Jun actually managed to keep himself from interrupting the stories for the most part until it was actually time for them to head to their meeting. Good thing that Jun was watching the clock so closely and she was pretty sure he had looked at it at least thirty times over the hour.

It's been a pleasure - and enlightening - to meet you, Z'anni, Vanya said with a mischievous smile. Oh yes, it had been very informative.

She was about to leave when Z'anni grabbed her arm and gave her final charge.

I'll do my best, she assured the other woman. Of course, she couldn't promise anything. Vanya was constantly in danger of being in over her own head, how could she promise not to let others get in over their heads?

She thanked Z'anni for the chat and headed on their way to meet the priest.

Well, that was enlightening, wasn't it? she said with a smirk directed toward Jun.

It was only a short distance away before they came to the market place where they were supposed to meet the priest, and he gave them a warm smile on arrival, although he still looked nervous.

I'm glad you were able to come. We can speak more freely here. What did you both wish to know? I'll tell you what I can, he said.

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[K’Jun]

Jun glanced down at Vanya when she caught up to him. The smirk on her face told him everything he needed to know. “I bet it was.” He huffed. “I can’t believe she told you about Beskar-man and Kinrath-man, that traitor!” Jun shook his head as he grumbled. “I guess you ain’t got any friends that are willin’ to blab your secrets, do you?” His yellow eyes turned to look down at her, a small smirk touched the corners of his lips.

While Jun could put on a show of being a grump, he wasn’t too upset. Z’an did this to him all the time, ever since they were kids. She just liked to see him flustered and embarrassed. Which made the fact he still fell for it all the worse.

“Looks like our friend made it.” Jun said as he nodded towards the elderly priest, still dressed in a pristine white robe.

Jun waved back as he approached. The priest offered up information without hesitation. Which honestly felt good for a change.

“You said it wasn’t safe at the Citadel, why?” Jun asked.

“A lot of my brother’s and sister’s have been acting strangely.” The old priest explained. “I can sense the change in their hearts and the hearts of their congregations.” He explained. “I am afraid I am being watched closely by them.”

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[Vanya]

Vanya wasn't really the most observant person sometimes, instead focusing on the larger picture. In this case, however, Vanya's senses were on high alert as she looked for any signs of them being followed, hunted, or anything else.

Her eyes fell onto the stain that clung to his sleeve. She had sensed the Light in him and therefore struggled to believe that something nefarious was going on within him... but that also looked a whole lot like blood.

Can you elaborate? Is there someone in particular that is at the center of it? she asked. Perhaps that would be the best place to begin.

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[K’Jun]

The old priest swayed nervously, his aged eyes flicked around to look into the crowd. He shuffled forward towards Vanya and Jun, leaning in to whisper.

“I’m unsure on a who, but I think I know the how.” He told them. “The communion wine.” He explained. “The arch-bishop used to allow all clergy access to it, but once he fell ill, that shifted.” He continued. “Now they keep access to the wine limited to a select few.” The worry was clearly written in his voice. “My fear is that they are spreading a taint through the wine.”

Jun looked to Vanya, recognition flickered to life in his eyes.

“On the tape, what we saw looked like a first communion.” He pointed out. “With a lot more mutilation and forced drinkin’ but still.” He continued. “I think it’s worth a look into, what do you think?”

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[Vanya]

Vanya thought about what was said by the priest and the suspicious situations that surrounded this whole place. It was the ideal way to start spreading such a cursed plague: infiltrate the church that everyone trusted.

She had no other explanation for why the restrictions would have been put in place, but she couldn't help but think that there was always the possibility that the man was simply lying.

We will look into it. Thank you for this information, she said, giving a respectful bow of her head. To Vanya, the next step was clear, and she flicked an eyebrow over to Jun's brawny figure. Yeah, he'd be fine for it too.

They had their leads, and Vanya wasn't going to waste any time. In the distance, the sun was beginning to set, and that meant the ideal opportunity for Vanya's plan.

They weaved their way through the streets and back in the direction of the church.

When it gets dark, we can get into the church through the bell tower, she said, clearly already formulating a plan.

I can teleport up and drop a rope down for you that you can climb, she said, which meant they just needed a rope now.

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[K’Jun]

Jun gave the old priest a series of dots. "Thank you. We'll get to the bottom of this." He assured him.

Jun walked alongside Vanya, he glanced down at her right as she was looking over to him. He quirked an eyebrow. That's weird. Before he could say something witty or quippy, Vanya started explaining her plan. Jun listened carefully. It was a solid plan. She teleported to the top and then he got to free climb up the tower. Solid workout pump before they started looking into potentially Dark Side corrupted clergy.

"Not gonna lie, the teleport thing is startin' to sound more appealin' than the lasers." He replied with a grin. "There are some shops we can swin' by, they got what we need." Jun told her with a nod towards a side alley.

Jun would lead them through to a series of shops, find a stall that had a bunch of different 'adventuring gear' whatever the hell that meant. Jun would take some time to haggle the stall owner down on his prices to ensure they weren't getting fleeced. Once they had some rope, they'd be back on the road with a little time to spare.

"So what's Dathomiir like?" Jun asked as they walked.

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[Vanya]

She followed him along through the city to the store that would apparently have what they needed in order to make their infiltration happen.

As he bought all of the things they needed, Vanya just... browsed. There were a variety of blasters locked in cabinets at the far side of the store. Next to it were droid parts along with practically anything else you might be able to want to find. They even had some basic grocery supplies, and Vanya just marveled. She had been in the broader galaxy for years now, but it still baffled her that everything was just at everyone's fingertips all the time.

The man behind the counter cast a look down at her lightsaber as people often did, and she gave him a tight, toothless smile and nod as if to reassure him that she wasn't someone scary. She wasn't, right? She supposed plenty of people probably would have thought she was, but that was just... how it went when you were one of the galaxy's dangerous or violent offenders.

As they set out onto the road again, Jun asked about Dathomir, and her mind was carried across the galaxy. She tried to make her way back to the planet as often as she could if only to refresh her own mind and connection to the Winged Spirit, but it was becoming more and more difficult these days. Maybe she really was losing who it meant to be Vanya of the Singing Mountain.

It's amazing. Dangerous, but amazing. The whole planet sits on a delicate balance, and it's so... alive, she said dreamily. She missed it, she realized. She seldom verbalized it, but she missed her planet, the feel, the power that was there, and her Sisters.

I take it you've heard horror stories, she guessed. Most people knew little or nothing about it, but in the Light-following circles it was not well thought of... and for good reason.

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[K’Jun]

While Jun bargained on their behalf, the shop-keep glanced a few times over to Vanya while she browsed. Jun knew what he was worried about, theft. It was honestly kinda fair, street kids stole whatever they could get their hands on to sell. But Jun and Vanya weren't street kids. He whistled at the shop-keep to get his attention.

"Hey man, eyes up here." Jun told him. "Let's focus on the sale and not what she's up to, yeah?"

The shop-keep didn't seem overly comfortable but after the smile from Vanya and noticing her lightsaber, he shifted his attention back to Jun. The haggling was done and Jun got everything they'd need. He gave Vanya a little more time to just browse, he noticed how entranced she was by everything. He wondered what her world must be like if she was so interested in a glass-blasted bazaar.

When Vanya answered his question about her homeworld, Jun listened intently. He noticed how happy she seemed as she walked through her memories. Everything being in balance sounded, perfect. The Matukai in him wanted to experience it, to sit in the perfect mixture of light and embrace it wholly. Then she asked if he had heard the horror stories, Jun quirked an eyebrow.

"Vanya, I don't know if you noticed or not...Jedha doesn't exactly have the best holonet reception." He pointed out. "Or the best reputation...or environment to grow up on." He mused out loud. "Wow...my childhood sucked..." He suddenly realized.

Jun blinked a few times to return back to their conversation.

"No, I never heard of your homeworld until I left Jedha a few months back." He told her. "All I really know is the Empire went there to take out the former Sith Empress and there were a bunch of Dark Sider practicing a unique form of magicks." He continued. "Which...aren't the Imperial Knights former Sith?" He asked, glancing down to her. "But if it is anything like you describe it, I might like to visit there one day."

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[Vanya]

Vanya was silent as he momentarily reflected on his own life, and she realized that although pieces of their lives were very similar, others were very different.

Maybe we're not so different, she said. I grew up with other Force-wielders on a planet with no holonet that's almost entirely disconnected from the rest of the galaxy, she said. Sure, they had some basic technology, but that was about it, and for good reason.

I doubt you would like it, she said honestly. It is a very unique and... maybe even acquired taste, she said. She loved her homeworld, but she knew it wasn't for everyone.

It's its own little ecosystem with all of its conflicts and fights, but it's beyond dangerous. My people... don't like outsiders, she said. The Imperials sent thousands to kill the Queen and thousands didn't make it back, she said. She thought back to the devastation that had been brought that day by the Imperials. A part of her still resented them to this day even if she also respected them.

When they came, Dathomir was violated. I helped them because it was the lesser of two evils, she said, and truly it was the fact. It was the first time she had really talked to anyone about the battle since it had happened. It wasn't something that came up often and it wasn't something she typically volunteered.

The Imperial Knights are former-Sith, she said before shrugging. But they are much different from Sith, she said. She thought back to the one that had made a pact with Mother Therrit and put her own life on the line in exchange for Vanya's help. That day had been... tense.


The Empire is still violent and oppressive, but it is at least better than when it was Sith... I think, she said.

 

[K’Jun]

Jun listened to Vanya. She clearly loved her home and saw the beauty in it even if no one else did. It was a sentiment that resonated with Jun. Jedha was a harsh world, it wasn’t supposed to support life anymore but…here they were. In a city built by the rugged and the faithful.

His ears dipped flat when Vanya spoke of the damage the Empire had caused to her world. Jedha still bore scars that were familiar. The day a super weapon was unleashed on the planet. The Empire hadn’t done that though, instead they waged a grueling genocidal campaign. And Vanya had felt she had to help them. What kind of Empress had Andruil been then?

“I’m sorry that happened to your world and your people…” Jun whispered. “…and that you had that impossible choice to make.” He continued. “My mentor once told me that makin’ the right choice and the hardest choice are often same.” He told her. “So if helpin’ the Empire was the right one, I can only imagine the evil behind the other.” His eyes pulled from her.

“Even still, I think I’d like to see your world.” Jun told her with a smirk. “Tell me about your people.” He continued. “You told me about your gods, but what about your culture?” He asked. “You’ve seen mine, crazy hamster men, dune caravans, and holy cities all on a glassed dead world.” Jun chuckled at that.

He was genuinely curious. The more Jun learned about Vanya and her people, the less he felt he understood. He was beginning to understand that maybe the only way to actually get them was to just experience them.

“You love Dathomir, I can tell.” He told her. “So what made you leave?”

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[Vanya]

Yeah, why does it have to be that way? she asked with a laugh. When is the right decision going to be to retire on a private tropical island? she asked with a laugh. The deeper into the chaos of the galaxy she waded, the more she found that she needed humor to relieve the tension.

My people try to live in harmony with the planet. Some believe that we're the planet's immune system, protecting it from invasion and exploitation, she said.

Everyone - whether they are more devoted to the Fanged or Winged Spirit - sees it as their duty to protect Dathomir, she said. It was the thing that unified them even as they often warred among themselves.

But the Clans are often in conflict and warring with one another. Years ago, the Queen subjected all the Clans under her rule, she said, though she didn't expand on what "subjugation" looked like. It didn't take a genius to figure out that blood had been shed.

Now without a Queen, the Clans have returned to their own interests and areas. Many of us still travel off world or trade with outsiders, she said with a shrug. They weren't completely cut off, just... mostly cut off.

I left because the galaxy had only seen the evil that my people could do, and I thought it was time that those of us with a different view begin to engage more with the outside, she said.

I'm surprised that people here resettled instead of moving on after the Death Star, she said. I guess the people are particularly resilient, she said.

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[K’Jun]

Jun snorted with laughter at Vanya’s joke. “Champala.” He told her once he settled back down. “It’s just outside Jedi space, but close enough no Sith or cult in their right mind would attack it.” He pointed out. “That’s the vacation spot for me. Sun, waves, and mixed drinks. Plus all the lobster and crab you can eat!” He grinned at the thought. “Where’s your vacation spot?”

Jun would stop his jokes and quips to listen to Vanya as she told him about her culture. They sounded like they were in tune with their world and the Force. Their people were unified in purpose when it came to protecting their home, regardless of what deity they worshipped. It was balancing act, one their Queen tried to disrupt through domination.

“Your people, your world, it sounds like the Force made real.” He commented. “When it’s in balance, everythin’ works like it should.” He continued. “I think you made the right choices, includin’ helpin’ the Galaxy.” Jun told her before giving her a playful nudge. “After all, you pulled together a Crusade and gave Jedi hope again. That’s nothin’ to scoff at.” He smiled as he said that. “Now we just gotta give it to the rest of the Galaxy.”

Then Vanya commented about the Jedhans, how they chose to come back to a glassed world. How they were resilient and hardy. Connor nodded.

“It’s not that simple…” He replied with a shrug. “Some folks were on the other side of Jedha when it happened.” He explained. “Few managed to survive the quakes and shift in the weather.” He continued, his ears dipping as he remembered the stories. “But then the Matukai came here, to protect the world and it’s Kyber. It gave people safety from raiders and mutants.” He told Vanya with a small nod. “That drew people back, they mined the Kyber, the Matukai paid them, and eventually the Church came back too.” He said. “This world exists because of the Force, its people are dedicated to it. That’s why we gotta root this out.”

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[Vanya]

Vanya just shook her head. I don't know, I think I'm just going to steal yours. Champala it is, she said with a smile. It sounded wonderful, and it sounded like something she needed. The words that Ezra had told her after the attack on the Killiks still stuck in her mind.

I think I get so caught up in duty sometimes that it doesn't leave much time for anything else, she said, and it was a great way for her to burn herself out when it was all said and done. She was neither qualified for or desirous of the Grandmaster role - or whatever the new equivalent would be in the Crusaders.

She just nodded as he commented about Dathomir, mindful of the fact that she had been doing not only a lot of talking but just all about herself and her world. She didn't want to be "that person."

Vanya nodded as she listened, the pieces of the puzzle starting to make more sense as he told the story, but something stood out in her mind of what he had said. She probably should have been grieving or sober for the lost, but the truth was it was hard to be depressed all the time. Instead, her mind locked onto his mention of something far more bizarre.

Mutants? she asked quizzically, looking over to him and waiting for the rest of the explanation. She was already imagining what kind of monstrous abominations might be out there in the "deserts" of Jedha.

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[K’Jun]

Jun chuckled when Vanya decided to steal his vacation spot. “I’ll take your theft as a compliment.” Jun replied.

Jun understood the feeling of being overwhelmed or overburdened by duty. He glanced down at her and nodded as she spoke. “It’s easy to forget who you are when you‘ve got weight on your shoulders.” He replied. “You end up focusin’ too much on the weight and not enough on where you’re goin’.” He told her with a shrug. “You gotta take care of yourself too. A beer in a cantina, a movie while in hyperspace, whatever helps you unwind.”

It wasn’t the most sagacious of advice, sure. But Jun thought it was pretty on point. He always took a little time to carve while in hyperspace or grab a drink after a mission. It helped him just deal with everything without feeling like he was going crazy.

After he got done explaining a light overview of Jedha, Vanya took interest in the mutants. Jun cocked and eyebrow at her and smirked

“Yeah, mutants.” He replied. “Jedha got hit with a death ray, it changed everythin’ it didn’t kill outright. That means animals and sometimes people.” He explained. “The Matukai cleaned house when they arrived though.” He continued. “But stories told of thin’s that looked like bein’s but were…twisted and mad. They’d kill and devour just about anythin’.” He told her. “But there hasn’t been a sightin’ since before I was born, so they’re likely all dead now.” He shrugged.

As they walked Jun’s mind went back to everything they’d gone through. She’d learned a lot about him and he learned a lot about her beliefs, her culture, even her home world. But her? Jun didn’t know much.

“So who’s Vanya? The person not the Jedi or Nightsister.” He asked. “She got any hobbies? Favorite holoflick genre? Or she is more of a soaps chick?” He continued before pausing to grin. “Actually, I could see you liking Real Housewives of Corellia!” He teased.

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[Vanya]

Yeah, you're right. And not thinking about work when you're not working, she said. She would be on her leisure time and still have her mind consumed with thinking about the Jedi and all of their problems. It wasn't healthy.

Ah, yes, well that's for the best, Vanya said, and it was for the best, but he might still sense just a tiny hint of disappointment in her that they were all gone. The idea of going out to see whatever these things were had certainly captivated her mind. What was wrong with her?

Vanya thought about that next question: who was she? What did she like to do? She was so caught up in her work that she almost forgot she had an identity outside of it.

I love music, she said with a smile. Music and dancing. And I like trying new things. Trying to experience everything the galaxy has to offer, she said.

What about you? What do you do out here on Jedha? Visit you friend Z'anni in the cantina, she said with a smirk.

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