Just Matt Now
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Peril. The state of the Jedi has become nothing other than a mere shell of what it once was. Again and again they have escaped the treacherous grasp of the Empire, though after Arbra one Jedi Master just about had enough. Loogo Vsil, a lone Jedi on a world far from the Empires clutches, despite how hard that is to believe he has yet remained hidden. With the help of long time friend and company Arikka Mar, her safehouse more than hospitable for the few Jedi Padawans that were able to flee Arbra safely. Things had been getting stale as of late. Loogo barely recovered from the disaster that hit Coruscant, let alone Arbra. No, he was fed up. The Sluissi master had not grown attached to another Jedi, another location. He had lost his home more than once, and the thought of returning to his beginnings on Sluis Van and putting his family in danger was cast away. Taking on an apprentice Padawan had become something difficult as well. Many had fell during both invasions, and the death of younglings was not something one could ever forget. His mind scarred forever. Once a man who believed that the future of the Jedi lied within the teachings of Padawans, now forgets the days he had even trained one...or at least tries to.
Now the only other one who could give him any interaction was his life-long friend, a rusty astromech droid who had just as many scrapes and scars as he. Shorty followed behind the cloaked figure. On a planet like Tattooine, no species stood out. So when a 7 foot tall reptile with a large tail slithered into a cantina for a drink, no one batted an eye. A blaster on his hip and nothing of Jedi relevance or indication adorned on him, Loogo needed a drink, as he did for the past month or so. The same cantina, seeing the same scoundrels interact like barbaric gangsters.
Shorty chirped as he was pushed aside by a large Wookiee, who snarled in return.
"No need for trouble, we are jusst here for drink..."
Loogo's forked tongue escaping with every word. Jedi tricks would be a mistake. He would not jeopardize himself or any other Jedi who happened to be sneaking about on this planet. The passive Jedi was never aggressive, he just needed a drink. Leading his droid along, he grabbed a seat at the bar and flagged down the bartender to order his first round.
Now the only other one who could give him any interaction was his life-long friend, a rusty astromech droid who had just as many scrapes and scars as he. Shorty followed behind the cloaked figure. On a planet like Tattooine, no species stood out. So when a 7 foot tall reptile with a large tail slithered into a cantina for a drink, no one batted an eye. A blaster on his hip and nothing of Jedi relevance or indication adorned on him, Loogo needed a drink, as he did for the past month or so. The same cantina, seeing the same scoundrels interact like barbaric gangsters.
Shorty chirped as he was pushed aside by a large Wookiee, who snarled in return.
"No need for trouble, we are jusst here for drink..."
Loogo's forked tongue escaping with every word. Jedi tricks would be a mistake. He would not jeopardize himself or any other Jedi who happened to be sneaking about on this planet. The passive Jedi was never aggressive, he just needed a drink. Leading his droid along, he grabbed a seat at the bar and flagged down the bartender to order his first round.