Farmville [SJO Dominion of Balamak Hex AD-29]

[Kurenai Yumi]

Post1
Objective3
Location wandering though the market place

So, this is what the Silver Jedi Order had been up to recently, to be fair though she had fell behind in galactic new as of late, with the most recent mission and other task, but in all it look as though the order had been doing well. Kurenai had come to the planet to help train the local defence forces, her skills as a force user, mainly dark, a former assassin and mercenary commando made it so she could test several different scenarios. Though the season solider had taken a detour though the market place, being one of the few times she had the chance to pick up fresh produce.

Wandering through the stalls the smell of fresh plants and meat brought back memories of her day on Danootine, where the entire family would often help with the farming task when not training. It had brought thoughts about pulling up her sleeves and diving into the corn fields, but that could wait first training the local security forces. Hopefully none of the Jedi present would object to her being here, with the recent invasion of Mirial and other events a prominent darksider might cause trouble, even with her family ties to the order.

Keeping a line to the capital she stumbles across two people, judging from their cloaks Jedi, whispering about something to one another, very close together… where they a couple, or just close friends. Perhaps, but with a female Jedi like that… wait she seemed familiar, her looks matching someone that had been described to her not long ago.

Her daughter Sukai had often talked about the different lesion that the Jedi ran, the most recent on being the lesson on force barriers, and if memory sever Kurenai, which her vampire heritage allowed, it was Jedi Knight [member="Jairdain"], a prominent member. Though the male Jedi eluded her thoughts, coming closer she was surprised to see said male Jedi hug the woman with passion… yep definitely a couple. "Well well well, its nice to see that even after all that has happened with your order love still blossoms".

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: Farmers Market
Company: IGR (post 4/5)

"500 credits? What do yousa want to do with dat cash?"

"To be able to get some basic supplies for resettlement"

The client, a refugee from Mirial, wanted away from the Sith-induced atrocities inflicted on his homeworld. First the old Primeval and then the Waves of Darkness. By now, however, the Mirialan just wanted to know more about the terms of the loan he is about to ask for, for a family even, before filling out the application. As tempting that it would be for Ugohr to call Loans, ripe, juicy loans or Get yoursa own loans, fresh off da oven, he knew the lineup for the loans stall and, with it, IGR's, was pretty long, and the real nature of the borrowers is made clear. Meanwhile, the loan officer got the loan approved for the farmer to buy new farm equipment, such as a crop duster and a trailer to sow seeds, at about 4% APR, meaning that he could work on that new loan application for the Mirialan refugee family. The faster he could get loans processed, the better, and perhaps have enough of a moneylending base to open a permanent branch on Balamak.

"Yousa have a grace period of six months, and den yousa have a year to repay da loan"

 

[Cassius Droma]

Location: Market
Post: 1

Sighing, Cassius Droma dusted off his hands and waved to the last of the workers carrying away seed and other farming supplies from the Stardust Melody. Turning back to his ship, he put his hands on his hips and smiled. She truly was beautiful, that was for sure. Using his datapad, he tapped into the ship’s controls and had the freight elevators for the starboard and aft cargo bays retract back into the hull. Then, he put the entire ship on security lockdown. Not that anyone would be looking to steal his prized possession on such a peaceful planet, put he just had to make sure.

He’d been doing supply runs all morning. When the Silver Jedi had found out that he had his own light freighter, they’d asked for his help in transporting various goods - every little bit helped. Luckily, he’d managed to haul the freight that wasn’t manure, so his second home was smelling better than it could have.

As of now, he’d finished up his supply runs and had the rest of the afternoon off. For this, he was thankful, as his shoulder and back muscles hurt from lifting and carrying large sacks and crates all morning. In all honesty, Cassius wanted to just go back inside the Stardust and just look over old datacrons, but he’d convinced himself earlier in the day that he would go explore. The local farmer’s market was apparently bustling with activity and delectable goods, so that was his first destination.

His simplistic, stripped-down Jedi robes gently rustled in the breeze as he made his way out of the spaceport. He’d taken a liking to the more spartan robes he’d adopted since returning from Eadu, wearing them more often now than his typical ‘civilian’ garb. His brown boots had been scuffed with the day’s work, and the slimmed-down sleeves of his tunic made sure nothing got in the way while he was working. With his lightsaber hanging off of his belt, Cassius felt at ease.

The farmer’s market was indeed bustling with activity, and already, Cassius started thinking of some type of meal he could prepare. Cooking had been something he’d picked up on Rinn - with limited supplies and rations, the citizens of the enclosed environments had to get creative with what they had. Since returning to the greater galaxy from Eadu, he’d eaten a lot of meals prepared by others, as he’d had to cook bland meals nearly every day during his stay on the stormy planet. Perhaps it was time to get back to old habits.

As he made his way through the crowd, ever moving like the tide on a shore, he felt something. A feeling in his chest that he’d felt before, that of a familiar presence. It wasn’t entirely surprising, as he was acquainted with a few of the Silver Jedi who were helping the locals. This was… different, though.

A few steps later, he saw her. While her back was turned, perusing a stall, he would be able to spot her beautiful white-gold locks anywhere. She looked up for a moment, scanning the crowd, but didn’t happen to look in his direction. Moving in, he broadcast his presence as he neared her. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he smiled, not expecting to see the Echani again so soon.

“Srina!”

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Market
Post: 2

She felt his presence mere micro-seconds before a hand touched her shoulder. His aura was a pale warmth that both soothed her raw nerves and instantly reassured Srina that her senses weren’t completely broken. Familiarity, recognition, and fondness kept her from grasping his wrist and twisting it so hard behind his back that she hyperextended his joints. The small apprentice didn’t usually take someone touching her without permission very well. Especially, when they’d appeared from a blind spot. Instead, the little Echani turned in one fluid motion and slid her arms about his middle, relief flooding her for several reasons, most of which were hard to explain. She’d thought that she was past emotion after so much fighting and running.

She’d been wrong.

“Cassius…”, she exhaled slowly, dual tones sweet, as she gently disentangled herself. Small hands slid up to rest delicately along either side of his face. It was clear that she was inspecting him, silver eyes tearing his welcome visage apart, looking for flaws, for signs of a lie. It felt too convenient to run into him so soon. A slow smile spread over primrose lips and eventually she let him go when her suspicions were sated. “I thought I felt you.”

“I saw you, briefly. When I couldn’t find you I just thought my mind was playing tricks on me...”

That was the story of her life, thus far. Her sight gave her confusing, obscure visions, which pulled and tugged on her in every which way until she gave in. It had taken her a long time to find Metus and the force had literally thrown her at him. Realizing that the last time she’d seen him, she hadn’t had any real grasp of her abilities, or even where they came from, she sucked in a small breath through her teeth. Alabaster skin didn’t do anything to hide the slight flush that touched her cheeks, despite her attempts to bury it, and she shook her head slowly. “Forgive me. It has simply been…An adventure, since we last crossed paths. It's good to see a friendly face.”

As with most things, Srina handled her indelicacies with grace, and a small smile lingered on her lips as she gestured toward the marketplace. “Isn’t this lovely?”, she questioned, some of the steel that he’d first encountered in her missing from her tone. It was replaced with something softer, though no less dignified. It was the woman that she had been before getting chased beyond the stars by an enemy she also called family. She’d spent months suppressing everything that she was. Sentiment was a weakness that led to mistakes. Errors were not something she could afford. Shadowing Darth Metus in the Confederacy had changed that in a monumental fashion. More than anything, she wasn’t alone anymore.

Mirrored eyes slipped over his robed form and she tilted her head to the side for a moment. Compared to her, he seemed like was dressed for the leaves to fall, versus the bright summer day that it was. Most everyone was wearing thin fabric and rough-spun tunics to keep from dying at the temperature. More than a few with sensitive skin were wearing sun hats and frequently taking sips of water from canteens. “How can you wear all that? Let’s get out of the heat and get something cool to drink. I thought I saw a makeshift cantina being set up in a tent not too far back.”

Of course, there was a cantina. No event could possibly be complete without a little alcohol to soothe a multi-cultural gathering. Srina tugged on Cassius sleeve for a moment, insinuating that he should follow, and she led the way. Not a few moments later did they find themselves at a small pop up vendor in the shade. There were low tables with carpets beneath them and pillows for lounging and sitting. It was just a tiny place to rest and escape the heat.

Mercurial eyes slid over signs, house rules, as it were that dotted the area. Things like ‘Make pleasant conversation and try to laugh at bad jokes’ and ‘Tip the bartender, especially if you make a mess’ drew a soft chuckle from her. Srina walked up to the slightly slanty wooden bar and smiled at the humanoid bartender. She was pretty with dusky blonde hair and laugh lines around sky-colored eyes. She seemed approachable but tough. “I’ll have a water with nectrose crystals if you have it…”, she trailed off, waiting for Cassius to order, before handing over the appropriate amount of credits.

Once finished she headed toward one of the few empty low tables and set her bag down beside it, before gracefully dropping down herself. Her legs tucked neatly to the side she set her drink on the table and waited for her Jedi to join her. Soft fingers reached up to brush white-gold hair behind her ear as a gentle smile lingered on charming features. “So…Tell me everything. What has happened in the life of Cassius Droma that has brought him here?”

[member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

As Valae took a few steps down the dirt road, she turned suddenly at the sound of a voice. Brows arched and she looked to see a man enjoying the shade of a nearby tree. By the looks of him, she guessed that he was taking a quick break from work. She offered a polite smile, noting the one worn on the man’s face – how he reminded her of someone.

“The fields, you say?” She said, her eyes shifting in that direction. “Maybe I’ll make my way over there.”

It was then that a certain little astromech rolled on over.

There were a series of beeps and whistles, Valae squinted for a moment. But as the droid came closer, it informed Valae that [member="Jake Daniels"] and Cody were on their way to the fields themselves. And then its head swiveled in the direction of the man under the tree, no doubt spotting the otherworldly glow in his eyes. Skillet rolled just a bit closer to Valae’s legs in a protective manner. There was a beeping that signaled a question.

“Who is this?”

Looking from the droid and back to the man, Valae blinked.

“Oh, well… see, we’ve yet to meet.” She explained, and then looked back towards the stranger under the tree. There wasn’t a better time for an introduction, it seemed. The Jedi healer took a step or two towards the grass, stopping just at the edge. The Astromech stuck close to her side.

“I’m Valae Kitra, by the way. And you are…?”

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Outside the market
Objective: Browse
Relevant Tags: [member="Leah Winsclav"] | [member="Ugohr Poof"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Srina Talon"]
Posts: 1

There was quiet, genuine quiet in the Vahla's life, if just for a brief moment. It had been forever since the woman had been given the chance to just exist without something pushing her forward. It was nice to have the chance to relax. As the warm sun beat down, the woman simply lay there, enjoying the heat. The grassy hill was overlooking the farm many of the Jedi had gone to. Still more milled about in the market below. Part of her wanted to join them, see what this backwater held for them, but the sun was warm and she was lazy. So the Vahla basked in the sun atop a mound of dirt and grass.

It reminded her of [member="Alyson Halle"], and the year she'd spent on the feral world the woman had called home. Life for the common folk there had been rough before they were brought to the galactic stage, working out a life serving a local Lord and never moving beyond there. It was sad, well and truly, but they did not rebel against their masters. Good for her friend, not so much for them. Part of her wondered if this planet had a similar fate. Who lorded over the farmers here?

She shook her head. It didn't matter. The Vahla simply relaxed, enjoying the sun and the feeling of quiet as she ducked doing some work. She'd check the market later. For now, rest.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: Farmers Market
Company: IGR (post 5/5)

"More loans? They'd better not default"

"Don't forget: with microlending, issa often better to write off a loan if da borrower cannot pay da loan back"

Bad debt was the bane of many a bank across the galaxy; sure, higher reserve ratios will allow banks to mitigate the risks of bad debt, but it also lowered the ability of banks to lend money. The Gungan better not holler any of the two catchphrases regarding loans just yet: Loans, ripe, juicy loans and Get yoursa loans fresh off da oven because the Gungan knew that, given the monetary policy of today, microlending is often confused with credit chips. Microlending is different from a credit chip because it is often collateralized; repossession of the collateral is often more expensive than the value of the loan itself. So, while it was not that risky from the borrower's standpoint, since interest rates were much lower than with credit chips, it was riskier from the moneylender's standpoint. And personal microlending is just not operating at the same threshold as commercial microlending; the next borrower was wanting to do commercial microlending.

 

[Muad Dib]

Watching the woman and droid with an amused smile he arched a brow as she answered her companion. He had never had the experience of an artificial intelligence as a travelling associate. Of course he had deigned it not prudent to bring Traycn along. Having a full sized tuk'ata roaming around seemed to set people on edge for some reason.

When she introduced herself his eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to place the name. It was familiar. Then he remembered, a silver Jedi. A grin crossed his face at the first time he found himself meeting the Silvers. It was truly an interesting experience. Taking another draught of water he nodded.

"A pleasure to meet you Valae Kitra. I'm Muad Dib."

Slowly he let the force flow through him sensing the woman in the force. Nothing intrusive but rather like another view the person to assist him in piecing the puzzle of the stranger into a picture he could better understand. Even as he did it would open him to her ability to see what he was. His presence was like a whirlwind. Chaotic and destructive yet lacking the malevolence that seemed to go hand in hand with the former. His aura was tinged in darkness, but it was different. Almost like a rabid animal. He wasn't evil, but a byproduct of the hand he had been dealt.

Sighing he closed his eyes. He remembered the other silvers he had met. They had judged him and ostracized him because of the very thing he had shown her. Yet one among them had accepted that he wasn't evil. She had extended an olive branch while Valiens, Connor, and even her own husband Thurion had looked at him as merely a Darksider Sith. Coci Heavenshield had accepted him for the man he was and, more importantly, for the man he could be.

Opening his glowing eyes he looked at the woman again. She was near his age. She was different then the other silvers he had encountered. He chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sure the market could be a delight. Too many people for my taste. There's nothing like nature however. It speaks to you. There's an inherent beauty there. And one can find a modicum of peace. So what does a Silver do when they aren't fighting, training, or making something pretty? What do you do for fun?"

Muad acknowledged he was different. Most people didn't ask such direct questions of a stranger. And while he could play the diplomatic role or even act as a representative, the man stripped of titles was straightforward, blunt, and completely random. You only lived life once, so why play by rules that stiffled new experiences, new encounters.

[member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Farmers Market
Objective: Conversation and shopping
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Near by: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Lady Psyona"]
Post: 3

Knowing it would be too awkward for Yuroic to walk and still keep in contact with her, Jairdain let the embrace end after a few moments. The attitude change in him was like night and day. The sour one he had walking up to her was replaced by an excited one. What he said interested her beyond anything. What had happened to him was in the past and it was good he was focusing on something else other than his injuries and losses.

She smile at him and hoped he could pick up on her happiness through the Force.

"Of course, I would come with you in a heartbeat. You have done so much for me, it's my turn to help you. Bring them all I say and we can explore it together."

At that moment, a shiver went through Jairdain and Kurenai walked up to them saying it was nice to see love still blossomed through all the bad happenings.

"It has been between Yuroic and for longer than that. I am Jairdain."

More than three years in fact, but she didn't say that.​

 

[Cassius Droma]

Location: Market/"Cantina"
Post Count: 2

He was slightly taken aback by the sudden close physical contact, even more so when her hands went to his face, as if searching him for something. Her precaution wasn’t without precedent – the last time they’d seen each other, they had faced off against a man who could create some very convincing illusions. It wasn’t completely unreasonable to think that this was happening again, but something in Cassius just knew that she was the genuine article.

“It’s good to see you too,” he smiled at her, his pearly white teeth showing. She was… different, than when they’d last met. There was a serenity about her that in turn made Cassius feel at ease, even more so than he had been before. Cassius was sure that his own demeanor had changed as well. Luckily, they were in a much more hospitable environment, and there wasn’t a life-or-death situation staring them in the face.

She made a little jab at his clothes before suggesting they find a place to sit and have a drink. He grinned as he followed her through the crowd. “How else am I supposed to look like a Jedi?” he joked. It was something that he had been meaning to speak to her about – becoming a Jedi. She was Force-sensitive, he knew that, and in a galaxy as big as this, it was easy to get snatched up by someone who would want to use her powers for more nefarious purposes. That conversation could wait, though. They had some catching up to do.

The makeshift cantina was nice enough – funnily, it had been the nicest cantina he’d ever been in. He’d never been in a drinking establishment where he didn’t feel as though he was able to be shot in the back with a blaster until now. Cassius ordered a meiloorun nectar, and took a small sip as it was handed to him and thanked the barkeep.

He sat down across from Srina, heaving a contented sigh as he was reminded of the punishment he had just put his legs and feet through. Cassius was in a tactical position, as always – back to the tent, a good view of the people walking by. When asked what brought him here, the young Jedi smiled.

“Well, I did a stint as a fighter pilot for the Silvers awhile back,” he said. The memories themselves weren’t exactly pleasant, but the connections and bonds he had formed certainly were. “When I heard they were moving to Kashyyyk, which is so close to Deneba, I told them I’d help again. So, I hauled some cargo in the morning with my freighter. I guess I’m pretty much a member of the Silver Jedi Order now.” In addition to the Jedi Order, that was. Then again, Cassius didn’t feel as though he should be tied down to a particular group. He went where he was needed – end of story.

“What about you?” he asked. “How’d you end up here?” It was certainly nice seeing her somewhere that wasn’t Eshan.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Market/"Cantina"
Post Count: 3

Srina let a honeyed smiled float over her shoulder when Cassius responded to her little poke about his robes. She could feel his warm and easy grin without looking and laughed outright with his response. The sound was high and lilting, too pure for words, too heavenly and rare to repeat. A few heads turned but she paid them no mind as she slowed her pace long enough to address the apparently witty peacekeeper. Even among a veritable cornucopia of treasures, the sandy-haired man had her full attention. “Don’t be silly Cassius. Even if you were fully disguised as a baby rancor—you’d still look like a Jedi.”

Clearly, she was speaking in jest, and Srina snickered to herself as she turned around and nimbly side-stepped a market-goer that someone less fluid might have bumped into. There was something carefree in her naturally agile movements, combined with an edge of surety, as if she were entirely grounded and bound to the earth beneath her feet. Throngs of bustling people meant nothing to her. Nothing slowed her, nothing caused her to wait, or to hesitate. It was almost as if she could see where she was going without looking. Eventually, the little Echani slipped past the open tent flap that led to the pop-up cantina with ease. Once they had their beverages, necessary for polite chitchat, and a good table, also necessary, Srina was all ears.

The apprentice didn’t bother looking at the patrons that wandered in and out of the tent, whether they glanced in their direction, or not. She could feel her master not far away and she had her Jedi rescuer seated not two feet from her. Between that, and her own abilities, it felt like an extremely protective and impenetrable wall. If she was safe anywhere, for the moment, it was here. Her gaze fell on her drink as she reached for the flavored water, stirring the crystals in with a long wooden stick. Typically frozen gray eyes were touched with amusement, almost edged with contentment, while she waited for Cassius to fill her in.

Her eyebrows rose faintly in interest when he mentioned being a fighter pilot. Srina so desperately wanted to learn how to fly a starfighter like some of the pilots in the Confederacy but she rarely had the chance to try. Training her abilities, wrangling her visions to a tolerable level, took all the time she had and then some. Srina couldn’t quite tell if he felt that being part of the Silver Jedi Order was a good thing or not. “I can’t believe you used the Stardust to haul cargo.”, she spoke up after a moment, tone even, as if she were scolding him. Her friend would see her smile into her glass as she took a sip of her drink, and if he didn’t know it already, he would realize that she was pulling his leg. “I daresay she’s not going to forgive you anytime soon.”

Cassius inquired about how she’d arrived on Balamak and some of the light from her eyes slipped. It wasn’t much, barely noticeable really, but the brief streak of discomfort would be obvious to someone that knew how she worked. He had already heard many of her secrets, though skewed, from Jairus Starvald. It was a small wonder that he had chosen to see through the half-truths and conveniently written narrative. Now…Now she wasn’t sure. The potential loss of this easy camaraderie stilled her words in her throat.

Silver eyes flickered toward his and not for the first time she noticed they were green. They were so dark in color that it was almost hard to see—but few things escaped her awareness. By the time she decided that they were the color of a forest after heavy rain she realized that she’d gone too long without speaking. At least, too long to be considered socially acceptable. “I’m not sure you’d believe me if I told you…”

“I’m not sure I do.”

Except, that she did. Every time she made some small amount of headway with the Force she knew the truth. Even being here, celebrating an alliance with the Silver Jedi, meant that in some way she accepted it.

“I went back to Coruscant.”, she breathed, admittedly, knowing that it was incredibly stupid. Starvald was the perfect predator. A creature fiercer, and more dangerous, than anything she’d ever crossed in the wild. Returning to where he had been was akin to signing her own capture. “I know, you don’t have to say it, but I had to. I was seeing things almost constantly. I couldn’t make it stop.”

“These visions weren’t like watching a holo. I could feel everything in it, see, and hear. I wasn’t an observer. It pulled me down and left me in them. The visions pulled me back. I tried to fight it. ”, Srina trailed off, shaking her head slowly, as if the memory caused some sort of unpleasantness. Already, she hedged on how much to say. "It didn’t matter. Eventually, I followed them and it led me to someone who understood what was happening. He’s become a friend, a very good, loyal friend. He’s been very sympathetic to this mess and he’s also kept my people at bay. He’s been helping me learn—”

“—And all of that brought me to the Confederacy. Which brought me here…”, she finished up with a little smile, forcing some of the shadows from her face when she reached to take a longer sip of water. Srina was the stubborn sort and didn’t want the confusion of her past to cloud this little slice of goodness. She waved her hand in the air a little dismissively, shoulders wiggling a little, as if she could just shake everything disagreeable away. “It’s all just a little… complicated.”

Her lovely features returned to their previous state of warmth and general tranquility, and as if she’d never had a dark thought in her head, Srina turned the conversation back to Cassius. There was no time like the present, and she wanted to enjoy these relaxed moments while she could, before everything went sideways. “Since you’ve made a career in cargo hauling…What do you plan to do with the rest of your day? Do a little shopping?”

“There’s a HoloNet that needs to be upgraded near the capital if you've got a mind for it.”, Srina offered up, small nose scrunching in mild embarrassment for a moment, before she went on. “I would…But I’m fairly certain I'd break it.”

An almost mischievous grin swept over the kiss of her mouth before she erased it.

“Or make it explode.”

[member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic felt the happiness that extended from Jairdain and he was glad that she was happy and enjoying their time together. It was her that kept him this sane and focused. His eyes were exploring the fruits and vegetables on offer from the farmers, only faintly noticing the newcomer's comment. It was an odd statement. Love was always a part of the Jedi Order, the love of friends, family, partners. It was a driving force, one cannot be empathetic if they did not feel love or express it. While emotions can weaken or cause a person to falter, there were others to bring them back to the Light. He was sure there were examples but he couldn't remember any.

"Jairdain, did you want some fruits? This fella says he has the sweetest, ripest fruits in the market. Not sure though, he refuses to let me taste test them. Something about I have to buy before I try!" He teased the farmer with his quib and gave Jairdain a wink. While he was still struggling at his core, he found himself distracted from his woes.

Finally, he was living in the present. He only hoped it was a step forward and not off the cliff.

[member="Jairdain"]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: Farmers Market
Company: IGR (post 6)

It appeared that the next client that could get to IGR's stall was asking for a commercial microloan. Commercial microloans were still lending sums of money that were, in a personal finance context, still quite handsome. While personal microloans rarely exceeded 10,000 credits, and were often for much less than that, in a commercial context, microlending can go up to 75,000 credits, depending on how capital-intensive commercial loans can get. Commercial microlending had a different threshold to declare a loan non-collectible. Usually banks made more effort to collect debts on commercial loans because the collateral was usually revenue-generating, much more so than was the case for personal microlending. Secured vs. unsecured, that was the question on the Gungan's mind. Unsecured meant that it was riskier on the borrower's end but also riskier for the lender. So when Ugohr heard about what it was that the Squib farmer was asking a line of credit for... opening a small cocoa operation.

"So I want to open a new cocoa farm under 50 acres" the Squib would-be farmer asked.

"Squibs... do yousa have a plan for what yousa will use yoursa loan for?"

"Yes, sir. I have my business plan right here"

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Farmers Market
Objective: Conversation and make way to captial
Near by: @ Lady Psyona @Yuroic Xeraic [member="Jairdain"]
Post: 2

Kurenai could not help but smirk a bit at the Jedis slight reaction, even with no harmful intention the fell of her dark signature wold make any Jedi feel a little off, she responded to her greeting, keeping the smile on her face. "Yes, I am familiar with your name, my daughter speaks highly of you and you teaching methods, very practical... ah I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Kurenai Yumi, though most people just call me crimson".

She wondered about the other Jedi, but he was to engrossed in rummaging through the fresh produce on display, as well as flirting with his, she wanted to say souse but was unsure. "It nice to see how far the Jedi order has come in the last 900 years, through out history, though I respect other Sect views on the force and light side, I think the silver Jedi have a more free way of thinking, allowing emotions to run more prevalent". Though it seemed both where enjoying themselves, the manner of acting that the male Jedi was portraying seemed a little off, like he was distracting himself, even is Kurenai was not a life coach or a psychologist she had seen many act in similar fashion through her life time.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

“Very nice to meet you, Muad.” She replied, hoping the man didn’t mind that she addressed him casually.

Still standing in the spot where the road met the grass, she felt a familiar sensation. The man that had just introduced himself as Muad Dib was testing the waters, taking in her presence. Indeed there was only so much that could be gleaned by appearances alone. While Valae had a style that was simple and unassuming, surely the healer was quite radiant in the force – an example of the light that the Silver Jedi brought to the core.

And it seemed that Muad was quite the opposite – he had foreign markings on his skin and a smile that hinted at mischief. Based on what her own senses told her, his presence was darker than her own. But that didn’t necessarily mean bad. No doubt, he was a different sort than she was normally used to conversing with. However, recent times had given her the chance to know some that had grayer shades – one such man had even claimed her heart. Despite her own personal relationships, Valae was one with an open mind. After all, she never had been the judgmental sort.

“I’ll probably mosey on down to the market a bit later.” She nodded, letting her gaze track in that direction for a brief moment. Her eyes also drifted towards the fields for a moment, where she was sure that [member="Jake Daniels"] was hard at work. But she turned back to Muad to continue their conversation. Taking a few steps towards the shade, and scratched her head as she considered his question.

“What do I do for fun?” Valae shrugged, “I’m just like anyone else, I suppose. I like to relax, eat good food, and spend time with my loved ones.”

The Order of the Silver Jedi were a people. And these people enjoyed life just like any other folk. This may seemed to know of the Silvers, perhaps from past experience. Maybe this would be a small step to change perceptions.

“And you?” She turned the question around, “Is… this what you do for fun?”

She smiled, gesturing with her hand towards the fields and farmland in the background.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Farmers Market
Objective: Conversation and shopping
Companion: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Nearby: [member="Kurenai Yumi"]
Post: 4

Smiling at what Yuroic said, she turned her attention to him to answer his question.

"You're the one that can see if they are."

Giving him an elbow lightly, her attention was drawn to the farmer for a moment.
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"Do you have any seeds for sale?"

As Jairdain waited for his answer, she had half an ear for Kurenai. She provided a name and then an apparent nickname or call sign. Nodding as she put it into her memory, she actually blushed a little at the praise she got.

"I hope she has been able to practice the skills and get better at them. It takes time to work them both well and easily. As for how the Jedi have changed, is it really that much different? Historically, they have had love, marriage and children...even if it was frowned on."

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Stephanie placed her half-empty bag on the ground and rested her hands on hips, looking out at the farm.

”It really is, isn't it? Where we came from before, Voss, it was much like this. Less of an agricultural world mind you, but one where the green fields met the blue sky in the day, and at night the evening brought warm oranges and purples and a blanket of stars to shelter you.”

She would certainly miss Voss, and she would always worry about it. While they were ready for their independence, part of her knew without the Silver Jedi, they would be always in danger against the dark forces. A little sigh escaped her lips, before returning to the two.

”So what brings you both here? I do hope you forgive me but your names and faces aren't ones I recognise. But I hope in time they will be across Balamak and where the Silver Jedi tread. Are you both local to area or do you wish to find sanctuary with the Order at this time?”

As Leafy rolled around, she caught sight of more ships coming into the market in the distance.

[member="Aidan Moonrunner"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"]

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Reggie came to the Silver Jedi after they settled in Kashyyyk, so he never got to see Voss. He wasn't told much about it and he didn't ask about it either, knowing that it's a subject that some might not wish to speak about. When [member="Stephanie Swail"] asked him and [member="Aidan Moonrunner"] what brought them to Balamak, he realized that he was still kneeling on the ground. Standing up, Reggie answered her question.

"I joined the Silver Jedi recently and since i'm training to become a Jedi, I thought that I should help out. I can't just sit around and research all day!"

Reggie was smiling and being as friendly as usual. He enjoyed meeting new people, and most people he met enjoyed talking with him. He never really stopped to think if he was liked by others or not, but his friendly spirit usually made it so he didn't have to.

"My name is Reggie Faayare by the way."

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: Farmers Market
Company: IGR (post 7)

"Let's see" the loan officer told the Squib.

Cultivating cocoa on Balamak? The Squib, already established on the planet since the invasion of Skor II by the First Order, only managed to scrape together enough money to purchase about 50 acres of land, realizing that using Squib cocoa farming methods required as much land as he could get to be able to turn a profit, and even then it will take two or three years until he could actually pay back the investments he made in both the equipment and the land. It was easy, all too easy even, to ask for loans on a flea market at a bank's stalls, especially given that no other microlenders wanted a stall there. Perhaps because lending small sums of money was not the most glamorous source of revenues, even though moneylending is a major source of revenue for any given bank. In IGR's case, there were also the realty operation and also having attached to a realty office made the sale of foreclosed properties that much easier. These days, most of the bad loans are on either commercial or student loans.

"Issa there anything else wesa can do for yousa today?"

 

[Muad Dib]

He followed her eyes as she looked toward the market as she mentioned the stalls that were in full swing, a hint of a gungan hollering in the distance. But then she turned her attention to the field and explained what her idea of fun was. Again he glanced out to the field, wondering if her so called loved ones were out there working as he was moments earlier. She had loved ones, as most did, and while part of him acknowledged that a strength came from those bonds so too did weakness that could be exploited.

Taking another drink of water he pondered the question she had posed to him in response of his inquisitive query. Again he heard the faint echo of the gungan and had the urge to say, "Setting ewok cubs on fire and throwing flaming missiles at gungans", yet his humor most likely wouldn't be appreciated. Smirking again he shook his head as he rose from the ground and twisted his torso, his back popping slightly.

"Fun ... If anything I'd say going to a bar with my friend, having a few drinks to unwind, starting an innocent brawl, burning the establishment to the ground. Yeah, that's fun."

He grinned and tossed her a wink. His statement could be interpreted as a joking response, but the fact of the matter was the man enjoyed battle and a bit of chaos. Unlike most in the Confederacy, Muad didn't feel the need to placate or wear a facade for potential allies. He was what he was.

"I may not be what most consider a good man, or even a sane man, but I do have those close to me that I enjoy spending time with. And that list may be quite small, but friends of those select few that I claim, are friends of mine."

Nodding at the fields where the Silvers were working and where a few of the Confederacy were helping and sighed. He didn't consider the Silver Jedi as friends or enemies, but Coci Heavenshield had been a friend to him, the Silvers had been friends of the mando'ade once upon a time, and now the CIS were their friends.

"Our two governments are allies now, friends even. So that means that the Silvers are now my friends. So here I am, helping friends. Manual labor can be fun sometimes, it helps to clear the mind and refocus you. And occasionally that's needed."

In the distance the droid was slowly returning with more materials for the fence, the repulsor sled following behind. Leaning against the tree Muad turned another curious glance to the woman.

"What would you do for your loved ones? Is there a line you wouldn't cross for them? You said you were like anyone else when it came to loved ones, and while anyone would be there for loved ones there are some things people just can't do for their friends. Me? There's nothing I won't do. I've been savior and I've been monster. And when it comes down to it there is no rule, no line that is sacred for those I care about. Does that make me good or evil? I honestly don't care. I'm just a man that makes choices. But no this, if the Silvers need me for helping ... I'm there. Whether it's building fences and establishing alliances with peaceful communities or rushing into an enemy with a sword in my hand, a smile on my face, and a song in my heart ... I'm there."

How an innocent enough meeting with a stranger had morphed into a philosophical conversation about the merits of doing whatever was needed for those close, he would never know. But if Muad was being honest with himself he tended to find himself in odd scenarios regularly.

[member="Valae Kitra"]