Private He Sees the Stars are Out Tonight

[Jared Starchaser]

He stepped through the doors. The building seemed dilapidated, it wasn’t like much of the galaxy, not even the Outer Rim worlds, were they had rudimentary technology. This was a building with gull-wing doors, was that what they were called… Jared wasn’t completely certain. And he’d been fighting through that infernal forest for days now. Or what seemed like days. He stepped up to the bar, his boots, replaced at the last town, were made of leather, much better than flight boots for what he was doing, and what was apparently ahead of him.

Sitting at the bar, the Jensaarai had a light hide jacket over the armor he wore, cortosis weave, and marked with the design of a Corellian Sandcat. It didn’t seem like any knew what they were, referring to it as a Jaguar, and it all worked to the same end, he realized. The man, green skinned, had his blaster, the kyber cannon, on his right hip, on his left was a slugthrower he had earned the right to carry by dispatching its previous owner.

Blue eyes looked to the bartender, another Yuuzhan Vong, and Jared nodded. He had no qualm in particular with the Vong. What they had done was generations ago, and they had worked, supposedly, with the Skywalkers. The bar seemed to have a few people, different species, human and near, as well as the more exotics. A smile to the Yuuzhan Vong, he looked at him and pulled out his small bag of talons, from the OPA, but they still spent here, wherever here was.

“We just cut the liquor, its fresh. Potato based. If you’d take it?” The Vong said. Jared offered up a nod. “And we took down a Bantha too. Fresh, a day or so back?” The Yuuzhan Vong had minimal scarring, but it also equated why there was a lack of technology in the establishment.

“That’ll do fine.” Jared nodded, as he offered up a few talons, what should settle for the right cost.

“Give me a few minutes then.”

As the blue-skinned Vong placed the glass in front of him, Jared surveyed the establishment. Piano playing in the corner, a vocalist accompanying. She wasn’t bad, nice voice. A heavier set woman, but they typically had a good voice. He still wasn’t sure where he was going, but there always seemed to be one town more or less farther from technology than he could hope for each time. It was why he did his best to hide his lightsaber in his satchel. But his kyber cannon?

No, that seemed to give some people a stir.

He had no idea why.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Leaving the saber hilt in the bag was a smart move. What he needed to do was get information about what was going on here. The Vong came back and delivered his food and Jared thanked him, paying in the talons he had. “So, any news from the outside?” Jared tested the waters. He knew that the last city he was in it seemed like that was going to be greeted with the same taboo as mentioning Palpatine or the Sith in places that only knew them in passing. As he watched the Vong, Jared started to take a few bites of the food.

It seemed fair enough, he’d been around part of the world , well, honestly not much of it. Just a small aspect of it, maybe three towns, all by foot. As a Hunter of the Rim, he was doing his best to assist those who needed it, but even from what little he knew of this world, there was something wrong. Too many things, the beasts, were twisted… and the amount of these beasts? Something was definitely wrong. As he looked at his server, they seemed to edge away from the question.

“Outside? Well, a trading caravan came through, delivered beans and starches.” The Vong said, noncommittedly. “Some even Vong stock, others from the White City.” He stated. That was something Jared had heard a few times, the White City, and the Black Lands. Both seemed to be pretty parcel to what they were named. But still, neither one nor the other was … definite.

“Nothing from…” Jared tossed a look upward and gave a nod of his head.

“No sir, nothing…” He whispered. “From off world. Not for near three generations?” That was a time frame that Jared seemed familiar to. Heard it when he first realized where he was. Or that he was somewhere. Still didn’t rightfully know where he was, even as a Starchaser, something was… wrong.