𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥

   The Fathier race had begun, and another one of the attendees had shared with Korkie that you could actually bet on which one was going to win. The thought had seemed simple enough, and like it would actually be some fun. He had the money to spare. So he approached one of the machines, and upon seeing the screen he realized there was actually a lot more work than he anticipated when it came to picking one to bet on. Chuckling a little, he rubbed at the back of his neck before turning to the first person he saw, 

“Excuse me, you wouldn’t have any idea how this actually all works would you? I am uhh a little lost.” 

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   Mon had finished meeting with the ExO and the Direx Board of the CSA, all of them were vultures, and several of them in her opinion were amongst the worst of the galaxy. The things they did to planets, to people, the way they had supported the Empire through monetary and military means. These people would send 10 billion to perish if it meant increasing their share’s worth by even a hundred thousand credits. She was thinking about this as she walked, not focusing and almost walked right into another person. Stabilizing herself, and them she was almost blushing, 

“I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I was just so deep in thought, I didn’t even see you there. Are you ok? Is there anything I can do?” 

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   Jocasta was not one for parties, odd for someone from Coruscant, but she had always believed that if she was not working, her time was best spent reading and learning. However, Depa had somehow managed to convinced her to come to Canto Bight for the races with her, something about learning but never leaving the temple would never allow her to use what she learned in real life scenarios. How her knowledge would come into play at a casino, she never knew. 

“Depa, I didn’t realize so many people would be here. Is this race really that important? The fathier just go around in a circle, or more like an oval, but still, I can’t imagine this race actually changes the fate of anything.” 

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depa wasn’t really the partying type, but she took the occasional day off --- more than that, she knew when her friends could use one. jocasta put so much time & energy into the order. maybe something entirely new was what she needed ! ( & besides, depa had a small fondness for the races. but she would keep that to herself. )

   Anyone who was anyone was currently at Canto Bight, and it seemed Vantir was working overtime in making sure they were all happy. The wealth and power of the Corporate Sector Authority were on complete display during this race. They planned on flaunting it, the New Republic was fledgling, the First Order was faltering, and the Corporate Sector Authority was keeping both of them afloat with equipment, ships and weapons. Smiling as he approached a very prominent New Republic member, 

“Senator Organa, I take it everything is to your liking? If there is anything I can do at all, please feel free to ask.” 

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at least han was enjoying the fathier races. leia couldn’t lose herself in the festivities --- she hated most things that the corporate sector authority stood for. watching them profit from galactic crises was sickening, & knowing that she couldn’t stop them was worse. ( she remembered after the first death star, alderaanian wine selling for millions of credits --- )

   After the event, and everything that had happened since after Korkie hadn’t given himself anytime to sit, or relax instead throwing himself even deeper into his work of finding more Mandalorians. The galaxy was especially not safe for them now, and they all needed to band together if they were to survive. However, he was now just finally taking a moment for himself. Electing to visit his buir, since she was back he might as well make up for lost time. Finding her at her ship working, Korkie approached with a smile. 

“It seems despite everything going on, neither one of us have found the time to stop working and simply let ourselves process what has happened. It must run in the Kryze genes.” 

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adenn had never been one for ... processing emotions. she did what she had to do to get through ; she focused on her work & iced the rest out. she was an armorer, both literally & metaphorically. it wasn’t a philosophy that lead to much emotional intimacy, but she was learning how to trust people. kallus, mostly. tarre.

the words did not surprise her, but they did not bring her any kind of joy, either. padmé drew in a deep breath through her nose and nodded in understanding. naboo had many brilliant, well-educated minds like adenn –– but this was outside of the wheelhouse for far, far too many people across the galaxy. “i wish i was more shocked by your answer,” she responded, her hands folding in front of her. “do you believe it’s possible they’re not from our time?”

she’s not sure she’s ever going to get over the incredibly sweet, soft moments with meetra. even something as simple as the other pressing a kiss to her cheek like this makes ahsoka feel like her feet are hovering a bit off the ground. “it’s been a long few rotations.” she answers honestly, knowing better than to lie to meetra. it’s not how they work, even before they took this step ahsoka couldn’t bring herself to lie to them. “the others insisted i take some time, but i’m not sure what your next two days look like…?”

it was not as though trilla had no impact on the younglings lives –– far from it, after everything –– but… they now held great hesitation about it because they were in the jedi temple now. things had always been easier for her away from everything to do with the jedi. still, she shrugged, nonchalant. “i’d prefer to be in the middle of nowhere,” they answered bluntly. “i don’t trust this jedi order to be any better or any different than it has been in the past.”

ezra really needs to calm down. he knows the last thing depa probably needs is to deal with him all jittery and overexcited and not making a lot of sense. but after so long of wondering what the jedi kanan had learned from would be like, it’s hard to keep calm with so many of them around. especially with kanan’s master here.

“yeah those are the key points i guess.” he says with a weak sort of laugh, making an effort to keep his hands by his side so he doesn’t fidget or pull at his hair or gesture wildly as he’s prone to do. he.. wants to make a good impression, and as much as she seems happy to meet him ezra really doesn’t want to screw it all up. “i - i know there’s probably a lot for you to adjust to, but i’d love to ask you some questions. get to know what kanan was like as a padawan, that kind of thing…?”

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“Not…really.” Din said awkwardly. The covert was still here, but Din had been avoiding them ever since he had come back. He had lead them to their deaths before, he wouldn’t do it again. “My brother is off planet. Those here…aren’t the same as the ones I left behind.” 

He had no blood family left, but he wasn’t going to get into that with the Jedi. Grogu smacking his chest plate drew him back to the present though and he glanced down, seeing his son reaching out for her “Ah, he seems to want you.” he said fondly. 

“i understand. the time travel has ... changed things, no ? “ she wondered what chandrila was like these days, if there were any distant relatives she could track down. to her knowledge, the rest of her blood family had been dead by the beginning of the clone wars. she had a lost her sister at geonosis.

lando hadn’t heard her approach, which was mildly alarming –– he considered himself to be the kind of person who really did stay aware of his surroundings at all times, but there was also no denying that he was incredibly exhausted from the last few weeks of working nonstop. he’d wanted a business empire. he had one. but it was certainly proving to be just as much work as they could have imagined it to be.

“yeah, that’s me.” the exhaustion doesn’t show in the brilliant smile that he had to offer, stepping forward and offering her his hand as he looked her over. “lando calrissian. is there something that i can do for you, miss…?”

   “And we all greatly appreciate your efforts Senator. My own meetings with New Republic Intelligence has also lead to such dead ends, along with my meetings with the leaders of just about every other galactic government, and guild. I am however, making progress on negotiating prices with the Scrappers Guild, though some of their members don’t happen to see the threat we are facing as seriously as others, and are attempting to use this comms attack as a way to charge us ridiculous prices. They must realize though, that if we do not rebuild these comm stations, than either these Yuuzhan Vong will destroy us, or the Imperial Remnants will seize these assets to rebuild themselves.” She let out a sigh, “The Corporate Sector has also been moving in during this time of weakness, has their Ambassador been to lobby you yet?” 

It would seem right now the New Republic was being hit from all sides, economically, politically, and militarily. They would hold through it all though, Mon was sure of this. “And have you made any progress with your work with intelligence?” 

“the corellian senator seems to be taking the same route as the scrappers guild, then. there’s profit to be made from either side --- i’m not sure they care which, or for the outcome.” she shook her head with faint disgust, though at this point she was almost resigned to it. there always had been & always would be wannabe war profiteers. the fact that they usually had little choice but try to give them the better price was a sickening one. “no, i haven’t spoken with the ambassador. & i don’t think i’ll be granting an audience, if asked.” she could always cite her ongoing family medical emergency as an excuse to keep her schedule clear, if she had to.