#jackcody

Abv: 4.5%

Served: From the fridge

Aroma: Straw, nuts, malt, faint cherry

Pour: Clear light brown with a finger of off white froth

Taste: Light smoky malts with nutty fruits in the background. There’s a hint of cherry in the finish with a crisp bite but no apricots anywhere. A decent little brew if a little middling flavourwise.

Notes: 500ml bottle, sour cherries, apricots, brown ale, seasonal brew

ABV: 6.3%

Served: Off the shelf

Aroma: Coffee, vanilla, chocolate

Pour: Brown black with bubbling tan froth

Taste: Medium carbonation, black coffee wash with some light roasted and burnt notes. Gives way to the vanilla at the finish with a light bite and bitterness. Aftertaste of vanilla which is lovely. Good stuff.

ABV: 4.6%

Served: Off the shelf

Aroma: Mild coffee with rich stouty notes

Pour: Black with tan froth head that stays

Taste: Coffee high in the mix running into a burnt slightly bitter middle before ending on a smoky, creamy milk finish. This is a lovely stout with a complex flavour that balances the burnt malts and lighter cream notes brilliantly. I could drink a lot of this stuff. Highly recommended.

ABV: 4.5%

Served: From the fridge

Aroma: Mild fruit, spice

Pour: Opaque golden amber with a frothy head that stays

Taste: Smoky upfront with a prickly mouthfeel through to a medium dry finish. Intriguing beer this, the aftertatse is slightly apple crumble-esque. I can’t pin this one down, it’s nice and crisp. A light easy drinker with good flavour.

Their path had been an easy one to spot, tracked across sand and sun and heat and only two of them amongst the civilian cattle, practically glowing with the Force. Unblemished and light and swirling and neither see him. Neither know he’s there. Days pass as he waits for the perfect moment. It comes near the cliffs; tusken raiders a decent distraction amongst the gaping stone maws, splintered cracks in the earth that disappear into the underground and he sweeps in during the confusion.

He picks the smaller Jedi from the convoy’s herd and closes in before they sense the threat. Just another tusken perhaps; dusty robes and his mask one of bone rather than metal. The rattataki shouts in alarm and the other spins but they’re both through the gaping stone jaws and underground in the time it takes to blink. Sunlight shafts score down to the piled sand below and he paces as the young Jedi picks himself up off the ground and ignites his lightsaber.

“Who-...”

They both pause, people shouting down from the mouth of the cave opening and he slinks in toward the Jedi. The Jedi’s lightsaber comes up, flashes on hot and colorful and he reaches for his own and bathes a halo around him in red. Tattooed lips gape open, eyes worried in the come-and-go shadows as they move across the floor.

“Never seen a sith before,” he muses on a rich chuckle and shifts a little closer and Sees it as the Jedi retreats. He’s good at finding echos and the little one is full of them. Whatever he was whispers behind him in sketchy silhouettes and when he moves there’s grace there that surpasses training and is very much part of his past. Uncertainty flares and that bright light of the Force snaps those echoes down into a singularity once more.

The game changes.