(OOC: Open to all Jedi and Jedi-friendly Independents.)
Huge crowds roaring, cheering. Laughter, music, dancing in the street. In the aftermath of their victory over the Sith, Onderon’s capital was positively engulfed in jubilation. Bright confetti filled the air. Horns rang out with the songs of triumph, and people sang with them, making up lyrics on the fly.
An impromptu victory parade was slapped together and everyone had gathered out onto the capital’s main thoroughfares as the Onderon defense forces streamed through the city, grinning ear to ear like they were gliding by on clouds. Some took their helmets off and the civilians would fill them with beautiful flowers and pastries and coins and stupid little coupons and other nice things.
There was a carnival atmosphere, myriad attractions crammed the parade route. A zillion food stands dispensing all manner of street food and fried desserts. Silly games and benign temptations everywhere. An old fashioned dunking booth, folks lined up at a “ride the jetpack for 10 credits!” sign, abandoned imperial vehicles converted into harmless bumper cars — floats of all sizes, shapes, designs, sometimes running side by side in friendly races.
A giant model of Darth Raze’s helmeted head had been made up. Big as a cottage, crude, janky, wrought with a caricatured expression of impotent rage somehow discernible even through its monster mask. This Darth Head trundled dumbly along the parade route on a wheeled platform, chased by dozens of little children all screaming and singing and gouging the head with blue and green plastic toy lightsabers as it bled candy onto the pavement...
One of these floats was literally a mobile, open air bar called the Onderon Overload. Just a straight up full bar on a vast levitating platform under a big tent roof. This establishment was accessible to anyone, and people hopped on and off as they pleased. It drifted down the route slow as hell, occasionally weaving among the other floats and reordering its place in the parade lineup. Thayd was seated at the bar, and had a drink with a lil umbrella in it. Comlink in his hand. Talking to someone. Laughing it up.
“It’s all good baby. It’s all good.”
Nodding his head. Motioning to the bartender to refill the glass. “Yeah I know. Yep. Not as many refugees as they thought! How ‘bout that! Nice change of pace isn’t it? Mhm... yeah... Of course I’m okay. Of course. Almost got vaporized but I’m fine.” He laughed again. “Nah they can’t touch me. Like I said it’s all good. Alright. All right. I’ll see you when I see you. Take care.”
Thayd hung up, put the comlink in his pocket, sipped his drink and smiled. He sat back, content to watch the city waft on by, like scenes from a dream.