A New Light🕯️

The bustling market on Nevarro city has become your reluctant home. The occupation you've adopted as a merchant saved you from a great amount of suspicion and turmoil when you first arrived, allowing yourself to blend into the general populace with ease. A rock-solid alias in an ever changing galaxy was all the cover you needed as you adjusted to this new norm. Long departed from the Jedi temples, you were sent to a distant planet to fulfill your final test in order to graduate further in your training from Padawan to the esteemed level of Jedi Knight.

Until the unspeakable happened.

The target you were sent to detain was nowhere to be found. The instructions were so vague and you were only given coordinates and the license to use lethal force if necessary. The only description of their appearance was that of an shiny imperial broach fancily pinned to their lapel. Regardless, you risked failure if you couldn't locate this person of interest. In a burst of frustration, you find yourself walking into a nearby pub to regain your bearings and evaluate your plan of action when a dreadful weight pulls you down and causes you to collapse just outside the entrance.

"Looks like someone's tying one off already! Hahaha!" a nearby voice shouts at you on his way out of the establishment, sly and provocative, implying that you're just another drunk sauntering through the masses. It felt like your wind got knocked out. You needed to get inside. Drink something. Catch your breath. Upon entry, the ambiance was tragically bleak. This was a place of ill repute and it was as quiet as a chapel. Something wasn't right.

With the wave of your hand you summon the bartender to give you refreshment. As you sip, you can't help but overhear a hushed conversation regarding the bantha in the room.

"I heard they were conspiring against the chancellor. He ordered a hit on the jedi." a nameless patron confessed.

"Which jedi?" another voice asked.

"ALL of 'em."

A soft thud followed by a high pitched "oof!" from the ground close by pulls you from your head. You don't have the privilege to waste time dwelling on the past. Blinking the haze away, a tiny child has come into view beside your stall as he struggles to stand back up from the beaten pavement in order to follow closely behind his family, bobbing and weaving through the congested crowd. The haste in his movements causes a small trooper doll to slip from the confines of his rucksack. His fight against the wall of adults that block his path gives you enough time to concentrate on the doll, envision it's snug reunion with the young boy's luggage and open your eyes just as you fasten it back into place. Nodding to yourself for another good deed, you're taken aback by a very strange looking customer.

From head to toe he donned numerous plates of plastoid armor with several satchels and utility compartments strapped to his appendages. It's a wonder how you didn't hear him coming.

"Curious. I thought they were all dead." He strokes his chin while looking at you with widened eyes behind his lemon lenses. He didn't happen to see that... did he?

"Uh... thought who were all dead?" you ask, praying to yourself he wouldn't speak that forbidden word aloud. Especially not here.

"Why, the jedi of course. That's what you are, aren't you?" He courteously lowered his voice, seemingly aware of the high stakes that came with an announcement like that. You shouldn't have done something so careless, this very different clone trooper looked like he could turn you in if he wanted. Maybe you could set up shop in the next system over, a clean slate with a new name and workplace. You had to get out of here.

"Oh, sorry. We're closed for the day! Come back tomorrow!" You slam the shutters on the kiosk before gathering your belongings and making a run for the alleyways.