Private Ticketmaster (Saylor's Version)

[Micah tol Powl]

T E N O O
The Outer Rim Territories

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He was a Sith hopeful. A student of the Academy on Korriban. He would one day hold the secrets of Sith Magic and perhaps even bring order to the galaxy as a future Darth. Then the companion galaxies. Then the extra galaxies. Then, who knew, maybe that would be enough.

He was also thirteen years old.

So when he'd heard that Tenoo was a last minute addition to Saylor Twift's The Epochs Tour, the Sith mouser knew he had to get tickets.

For one thing, Saylor Twift. How could a Sith be a Twiftie? How could they not? Anti-Villain, Cruel Spring, Look What I Made You Do... she was totes Sith. Probably a secret agent of the Inquisitorious or maybe a Darth who used the Force to project a voice that sang of the power of the Dark Side. I mean, Black Blood, what!? So, of course, the young Cathar had ditched his Sith robe for a Saylor t-shirt that was just slightly too big for him.

For another thing, this was where the young Cathar kit was from. No, seriously. The Powl tribe was home to Tenoo's primary moon of Dedoon. He'd grown up hunting karnis birds and coosta mice here and there. And, no offense to the Sith cafeteria chefs, but after experiencing the dead, dead, and dead-er gray mass that passed as meat, the opportunity to go hunting was a very welcome one.

Who in nine hells liked their meat well-done? Omnivores, that's who.

If there was a true villain in the galaxy, it wasn't the Sith. It was whoever ordered their meat well-done.

The planet had always had a bustling market -- being this close to Yarrum ensured that the sector had an unusually high amount of traffic for the Outer Rim, just don't ask if the goods being traded were legitimate or not -- but now it felt like the population had swelled to three times what the Cathar had experienced before. The weight of Twifties descending on Tenoo was just one example of how crazy Twifties were.

It was also going to make scoring a ticket that much harder.

Xian Xiao​

 

[Xian Xiao]

There were certain aspects of her life that Xian felt she needed to keep hidden, and there were others she was proud of. Her liking of Saylor Twift wasn't either of those. Maybe it was a right of passage for young people to like this kind of music. It didn't matter to the former Jedi. She lived the life she wanted to, and it brought her to this venue. And with her, the hope of being able to attend the show.

Humming under her breath as she climbed off of the public transport, she was almost stampeded by the travelers getting off after her. Sputtering a little, she started to whip up some wind around her. Just to keep anybody from getting too close to her. She stalked out of the spaceport and into the streets with a sneer.

Stopping in her tracks again, she was surprised at how green the world was. Having grown up on Coruscant, this was still odd to her sometimes. Her mouth hung open, and it was clear to any local that she wasn't one of them. Sticking her hands into her pockets, Xian ensured she still had her credits and small change. Since the wind was protecting her now, no pickpocket could touch her.

Finally pushing her shock aside, she could move again and looked for where the show would be held. Many people around her were heading in a single direction, and she knew she needed to follow them. The young woman started weaving her way through the crowd. Looking behind her, she didn't see the boy she was headed for...

The avoidable happened, and she still collided with him unless he could foresee this and avoided her crashing into him.

Micah tol Powl

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Xian Xiao

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The line wrapped around the entire market.

The venue only had room for a quarter million people. There was easily twice that battling it out for a spot in line, or even space in which to stand, let alone move. Going at this the legitimate way was looking more and more like a totes non-option. He'd started to scan for signs of any ticket scalpers when a breeze started to kick up behind him.

Before he'd realized it, he'd been knocked forward as something collided with him.

"Meow!", the young kit yelped, staggering forward but catching himself from falling over completely. As he looked up, there was a young woman there. Having no idea what had just transpired, owing to his brooding, the boy was actually the first to offer an apology. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

Gesturing to the crowd swelling around them, the boy remarked, "This is a mad house. And, believe me, it gets pretty crazy here for the star festival. But nothing like this."

Wait, was she here for the concert? What had her plan been? Because if it had been to stand in line... well, good luck with that. "Are you trying to get tickets, too? With crowds like this, they're going to sell out. I'm trying to think of how to get in there, because that line is not good."

 

[Xian Xiao]

Whirling around in her wind, Xian stopped and looked at the boy she had run into. The air calmed down, but she kept her hands in her pockets.

"I wasn't paying attention either. Sorry about that. You didn't run into me..."

Looking down at the ground for a moment, she rubbed the toe of her shoe into the pavement and listened to what he said. She raised her gaze as he finished, smiled, and nodded.

"Maybe I can come back for the Star Festival. Since you say, it's not as crazy as this concert line. Yes, I'm here for the Saylor Twift concert. I think most of these people are here for it, too."

Xian had been on her own for quite a few years and thought she could get into the venue. However, when she thought of trying to smuggle in an additional person, that chance went way down. She wasn't going to abandon him.

"I wonder if any contests are going on to get tickets? I'm sure there are your typical scalpers; there always are. Maybe we can sneak in if you're familiar with this place?"

Hopefully, she spoke loud enough for him to hear but soft enough that those around them couldn't.

Micah tol Powl

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Xian Xiao

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"I wonder if any contests are going on to get tickets? I'm sure there are your typical scalpers; there always are. Maybe we can sneak in if you're familiar with this place?"

The cat nodded, having similar thoughts of his own.

With the ability to predict outcomes in the Force, a contest seemed a favorable option. But without the ability to mind trick, the cat was limited to trying to win on mere probability alone.

"Sneaking about isn't a problem, but it's better as a fallback option," the boy mused aloud, thinking through the alternatives. Sadly, the fallback plan might be their go-to. "But unless you can do the Jedi hand wave trick, it might be our best option."

He really needed to learn that one, but it was in the year three textbook and the Sith libraries restricted first years. He'd still managed to get his hands on a few second year books, but the gatekeeping was real at the Sith Academy.

Still, he didn't honestly think for a moment that some random broad he'd bumped into on the street would have the solution.

Things were never that easy.