Moonage Daydream
Sometimes the galaxy just needed people to have fun. One thing that Coren Starchaser knew, the galaxy was not always the rough and tumble place that people made it out to be. He was a warrior, well, retired Jedi Marshall, retired fighter pilot squadron leader, and now just navigation instructor and Jedi ExplorCorps Mission Chief. And with the war more centrally located, the Levantine Sanctum was peaceful for the most part. Raiders and the like, but it could do a few days without some of the known players around.
The Nursing Home Gang, as they called themselves were definitely the elders of the galaxy now. Not in the lime light, allowing others to take lead of their old organizations, but still being there, in that NPC-mission giver role, or even just simple smuggling. But they didn’t call the attention that they used to, and frankly, most of them didn’t want that.
Still, they were alive and wanted to have fun.
And like any good nursing home, there was a big ship that had taken them into the galaxy at large. Some of the younger members of their little crew were aware of where they went and could do with that as they could.
As for most? Well, Coren Starchaser had found himself around a craps table in the Canto Bight Casino. No lightsaber (in sight), but his suit was a dark tan, with blue accents, similar to his Jedi robes. Beard trimmed, and looking actually put together for someone who spent the past few months jumping randomly through the TIngel Arm trying to connect some of the lost worlds he could feel out there.
“Come on…” He whispered, knowing that it would be too obvious to use the Force on the dice, but it was so tempting.