Star Wars: Rebels of the Stars (COMPLETED/BEING EDITED)

Chapter 14: Kublorix

Kublorix was one of the few neutral planets in the systems. Mostly because the growing Empire could never hold power over it for long.

We landed next to a large trade ship, and we all climbed out. The city we landed in was filled with many different species.

Rodian bounty hunters and traders clustered in a group in part of the market, watching everyone else, while a trio of ithorians were selling a variety of goods in their stall, and a human was purchasing some.

I had my lightsaber in a secret pocket of my pants, as I left my cloak on the ship, and followed Anoles to a small shop just to the end of the street. It was mostly empty, most likely in fear of the goods being stolen.

A small man with grey hair was working with a dark-skinned, and black haired with tipped silver bangs woman, creating a magnificent ball gown for her. "Amazing job once again Falion. You never fail to surprise me." The woman smiled.

"I try not to your majesty." He smiled, and helped her take it off.

"I'll let you get back to work. Looks like you got customers old friend." The queen of Kublorix left, after nodding towards me and Anoles in acknowledgement.

"Ah, my apologies misses. Welcome to Falion Tailers, I am Falion. How may I help you?" He asked, putting his hands together.

"My friend needs some new clothes." Anoles motioned to me.

"That I can see. Your edges are in tatters, and the marksmanship is terrible. Worse than home created clothes." He inspected my sleeves, and lifted my arm above his head, checking out the needle work.

"And we need them to be more, disguised."

"Disguised? You on the run or something? Not with that hair. Never mind. Forget I asked. You know what material or style?" He went to his desk.

"Anything made to fit in, and the strongest material you have."

"You mean armor fabric?" He chuckled. "That is quite pricy."

"And I'm willing to pay." Anoles held out a small satchel.

He eyed it. "Alright. You, come here." He pointed to me and had me go onto a small pedestal, as he measured me with a measuring tape, and got to work.

Several hours later, he came out with a finished product. It looked semi like my old clothes, but with more pockets, and had a new look to it.

The fabric was light, but would adjust to various conditions.

I touched it gently, and he made me try it on, and stabbed who knows how many needles into it to make marks for adjustments, and took it off again.

"350 Credits for three sets." He said when he was done.

"Here you go." She handed over the credits, and he handed us the product, before we left.

"Where are Wen, Gor, Zart, Kahu, and Greenie?" I asked, as we walked through town.

"Wen is probably in a bar, Zart and Gor probably playing a game against some kids or some thing like that, and Khau and Greenie would most likely be fighting on the ship. " She chuckled.

"That a normal routine?" I asked.

"Very much so. Come on. Let's head to the barber. You need a new hair color and style."

"No!"

"Why not?" She stopped and tilted her head, "You already dye your hair."

"It's not dye. It's natural. I tried to tell you that on Naboo." I sighed.

"Oh. I thought you were pranking me." She chuckled. "Well, wouldn't you at least like a new style?"

"I guess. But the braid stays!"

"Got it! Got it!" She laughed, and we headed to the shop.

The barber cut off my long green hair, leaving a side mohawk, and my golden padawan braid, after my series of protests.

When I looked in the mirror, I looked like an entirely different person.

After Anoles paid, we started walking back to the ship. She called the guys back, and we left, heading to an unknown destination.

"Mira, you look, different." Z knocked on my door frame as I inspected my lightsaber.

"Oh, hey Zart. Do I look that different?" I turned around.

"Not that much, but, it's the stuble differences that matter." He leaned against the door frame. "You wanna talk?"

"Um, sure. What about?"

"Anything." He shrugged.

"Alright then..." I motioned for him to come in.

"So, wanna ask questions or should I?" He sat next to me.

"We can take turns." I smiled softly.

We talked for hours, getting to know each other.