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|06| Galaxy's Edge

As they left the guest services desk, time ticked down for half an hour to explore. There was so much stuff, Alex knew they were definitely coming back again. Alex passed by the Droid Depot, where kids and park visitors were excitedly building droids of their own, and several of them looked exactly like R2-D2. The whoosh of a lightsaber powering up caught her interest and she looked to the left of the Droid Depot, to the bottom part of the L-shaped building and noticed the sign declaring it 'Savi's Workshop - Handbuilt Lightsabers'. She made a mental note to tell Bear, though he probably knew of it already.

Alex was drawn down the road starting between Ronto Roasters and Savi's, where the market continued. She added Dok-Ondar's Den of Antiques to her ever growing list as she strolled past a rebel cargo ship perched on top of a landing bay converted into a restaurant. Her jaw dropped again - it was beginning to hurt - at the sight of the Millennium Falcon.

A little beat up, but what you expect from a hero-saving ship? It towered above her, the shadow cast over to provide shade in the sun. The unique shape, with the escape pod space empty from it's eject, was what made the ship unique. Almost flat as a pancake, it's depth and outside showed off exposed wires and metal parts tangled with each other. There were even burnt patches from the bits Alex could see, like the Falcon had suffered in a battle with TIE fighters.

She had to tear her eyes away from the magnificent stance of the iconic ship to eye the connecting bridge between the Den of Antiques and Oga's Cantina, like the one in Mos Eisley. Her feet took interest in the wide, earth worn path to a circular area with more shops and stalls. There was a stall there selling cool cups of green or blue milk from the movies and it was the rustic feel of an outpost market.

Across from that was a far more ominous store - First Order Cargo - that sold the enemy's clothes and weapons. Toys, of course, but Alex was planning to get her lightsaber from Savi's. She turned back around and purchased a cup of blue milk, recognising it from New Hope, the green an offspring from the latest movies. Alex took a sip as she passed by the Falcon with an adoring look, gazing at the Workshop before meeting Bear, Dix and Jordan outside the Rise of Resistance, ten minutes before their ride. She was still cautiously drinking the milk (it was blue, how could you blame her?) and had finished the dregs, the light blueberry taste lingering on her tastebuds as Jordan and Bear rocked up.

Bear was already somehow in First Order clothing, and Jordan was squeezed into a baby yoda t-shirt, his hair mussed. Alex looked at Bear with a feigned gasp of mocked abhorrence.

"Bear! You're a traitor!"

His voice changed to a rasp, a poor imitation of Lord Vader's. "It is you who is the traitor Alexandra." he mimed stabbing Alex and she leapt aside with a laugh.

"Can you guys please stop geeking out?" whined Jordan rather loudly, gaining the attention of several die-hard fans nearby. Judging by their decked out merch and expressions, they weren't happy superfans.

"Jordan, Jordan, I know you don't like the movies that much, but I'm betting...ten dollars that you'll be scared of one Sith Lord you'll see on Rise of Resistance." Bear betted the bill he was holding out right then.

Jordan scoffed pompously, but he did look a little pale. "Please..." he looked around and found a head of flaming hair. "Dix! Bet with Bear that I won't be scared of this smith lord."

The princess sighed. "Fine. Five bucks Jordan doesn't wet his pants."

"Hey!"

"Ten."

"Alright." conceded Bear as they shook hands. Jordan hung his head in mock displeasure.

"Why am I always the butt of the jokes?" complained the blonde.