*20 BBY, No-Name Planet*
Protect. That was our job. Detta and I watched and assessed the area for any danger. There was none...yet.
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Hours later, there was still no danger. We were all fed dinner (us at a different table). The boys scarfed it down like they hadn't eaten in weeks. It was very delicious. There was some light debate at dinner, but it all stayed under control. After dessert and more talking was over, the dance floor was open. We restrained ourselves from getting on, leaving it for the political people. I sighed as I watched them dance. What were they getting done this way? The galaxy was tearing itself apart and they were sitting here dancing. Speaking of dancing, Detta got invited onto the floor. She danced with a big smile and with lots of people. The songs they played were mostly fast-paced and happy. I was told to join, and the mood stayed happy. It was a blast!
After even more dancing and talking, we took the Senator home. Some cheerful goodbyes and then we were on the ship. We all seemed somewhat burned out, but the Senator insisted on having a private conversation with Detta. Apparently, if you are a senator, your social battery never runs out.
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The Runaways
FanfictionA young Twi'lek Jedi struggles to navigate a galaxy in turmoil. During the height of the Clone War, when the Jedi need her most, she and her small force of clones vanish. Where did they go? What are they doing? And what will happen when Order 66 te...
