Hera stepped into the Belching Frog Saloon in Mos Espa Tatooine and not a single head turned her way. Dressed in her dirty green armor with a woolen poncho covering her head and hair, she looked just like every other wandering mercenary that would visit the bar in the middle of the day. However, the Jedi Councilor was no wandering mercenary. She could have strode into the bar with her lightsaber blazing and demanded the surrender of Jedi capturer Preef Callo. She probably could have taken him in a fight as well if the conditions were right.
But that's not how Hera did things.
It was not that the Jedi known for her boisterous personality and uproarious laughter was a cautious or subtle person. In truth, Hera's movements now reflected her innermost feelings. She felt more at home with the scum and villainy of the galaxy than she did with the average holier-than-thou Jedi Knight. Unblooded children could not compare in her opinion to the experience and brotherhood that mercenaries held with their respective groups. It was this mindset that caused Hera to have a deep respect for Preef Callo, even if she did not agree with everything he did.
The money had already been agreed upon ahead of time, the wire transfer sent over and the Padawans returned to the order long ago. This meeting now was merely a formality, a formality that Hera had requested herself. It was a sit-down confirming that Preef was pleased with his payment -though of course he was or he would have released the Padawans- and to establish a more friendly set of relations between the Jedi and the people Preef represented.
A set of relations between Preef and Hera, specifically. And with this in mind, Hera sat down in the booth Preef had told her to meet him at.
But that's not how Hera did things.
It was not that the Jedi known for her boisterous personality and uproarious laughter was a cautious or subtle person. In truth, Hera's movements now reflected her innermost feelings. She felt more at home with the scum and villainy of the galaxy than she did with the average holier-than-thou Jedi Knight. Unblooded children could not compare in her opinion to the experience and brotherhood that mercenaries held with their respective groups. It was this mindset that caused Hera to have a deep respect for Preef Callo, even if she did not agree with everything he did.
The money had already been agreed upon ahead of time, the wire transfer sent over and the Padawans returned to the order long ago. This meeting now was merely a formality, a formality that Hera had requested herself. It was a sit-down confirming that Preef was pleased with his payment -though of course he was or he would have released the Padawans- and to establish a more friendly set of relations between the Jedi and the people Preef represented.
A set of relations between Preef and Hera, specifically. And with this in mind, Hera sat down in the booth Preef had told her to meet him at.
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