Public Celebration of the Six Moons

[Ran Serys]

Vestar - Night

Vestar was once a planet known for a tragic history, but that changed some time ago with the return of the Icarii. It became a planet known for hope, resilience, and second chances. So as Ran felt the forested planet's soil under her feet, she couldn't help but feel connected to those events. She couldn't help but feel that her visit to the planet was a chance to start over. Ran focused on that feeling. She meditated on it as she walked through crowds of sentients that had come for the Icarii and Vestaari's celebration of six moons. Just as the six moons were a sign of renewal, a revolution, an era, so too were they the subject of Ran's reflections.

A Jedi Master from a mostly dissolved Jedi Order. Ran felt she shared some of the guilt for its state as one of its former leaders, but she'd shed that feeling soon enough, for as she walked through the Icarii settlement's streets she was inundated with information on the celebration and its significance to the Icarii people. She let herself be swept up in it, as the time of the six moons had come. All sentients looked at the sky through the gaps in the ancient rainforest's canopy. Where there were usually five moons, there were now six. Was it a trick of the light? Had the other moon been orbiting at a distance unseen to the naked eye until days like this? Ran pondered her questions. She was no scientist, nor was she an astronomer, but she was a historian and could find the answer easily enough.

The Sixth moon had come and gone very quickly, it had spent a time in the sky both long enough and short enough for celebrants to focus on it, and honor it, without losing interest or patience. And when it was over the celebrants began embracing each other in hugs, handshakes, kisses, and all other manner of welcoming gestures from across the galaxy. They shared the stories of who they were and how they came to be at the celebration, and what they wanted or pursued going forward from this point of renewal. Ran had not been aware of this custom of the holiday, nevertheless she turned to her right and left to greet and interact with those near her.

"Hello," She grabbed the attention of the stranger next to her.

"Would you like to go first or shall I?" The mirialan asked as she aimed to wrap the stranger in a hug.

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[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Ran Serys​

The woman next to her was no stranger.

She was just as Ran was. A Jedi Master of a Dissolved Order. Or, at least, she had been. The New Jedi Order was gone. What was left of it, was not what had been before. Whomever laid claim to that name now, was not who had before.

Valery and Kahlil were off raising their kids. Cora had taken up the High Republic. Elias the same. Efret had gone missing, and Zark was off fighting the Empire himself.

But Jonyna had kept in contact with all of them.

"Perhaps it best you do, Ho'era."

It was a word she had taken to call her fellow councilers. Former councilers. She couldn't let that go. They were the family she had left. Outside of those whom bare her name in legacy, she had no family. But the Council was family.

Sister. That's what that word meant, in her language. She'd taught it to each of them. A simple word that would keep them connected.

It felt nice to be back in the rainforest.

 

[Havassi]

Hava'ssi never felt so overwhelmed.

The smells, the laughter, the whistling, the hooting, the calling, the lights, the music. It was all around him, and he did not like it.

He pulled his cloak tighter around himself, missing the warmth and silence of Kalee. But he knew it was no more. He had a new mission...and he would not abandon it.

He looked around curiously. Perhaps he could gather information from someone...?

 

[Aiden Porte]

Ran Serys Jonyna Si​

Aiden spotted Ran before she spotted him, her presence in the Force a familiar, steady current amid the vibrant celebration. But it was the second presence beside her that caught his attention: composed, deep-rooted, carrying the quiet gravity of someone who had been shaped by eras, not years.

He approached through the drifting lanternlight and the chorus of celebrants, the forest canopy opening above him just enough to frame the fading glow of the sixth moon. His steps were unhurried, shoulders relaxed, the warmth in his expression unmistakable.

"Master Ran," he greeted softly, voice threaded with genuine fondness as he inclined his head. "It's good to see you again."

Only then did he turn his focus fully to Jonyna.

The woman carried herself with the ease of someone who had once stood at the center of storms, and survived them. There was history in her eyes, but also something gentle, something anchored.

Aiden offered her a respectful bow of greeting, the kind that conveyed both courtesy and quiet admiration.

"It's good to meet you." he said with a small, warm smile. He straightened, meeting Jonyna's gaze with open sincerity. "Aiden Porte, Jedi Knight. It's an honor."

The crowd surged around them, laughter, embraces, stories carried amongst them, but where the three of them stood, there was a stillness, a sense of something meaningful aligning. And then there was another that Aiden felt, it was Havassi

"You should come join us my friend?"

Aiden's tone softened, just a touch.

"It's not often the Force brings old bonds and new faces together on a day meant for renewal."

 

[Zylon Wex]

Zylon arrives on Vestar, in his long term quest to find his masters killer, a sith enforcer droid named Dread Master Dralk. Intel from the Jedi Counsil tells Zylon that Dralk was last seen 4 months ago passing through Vestar using it as a rendezvous point for the purchase of a large amount of kyber.

Zylon hears people celebrating in the distance and walks over to investigate.

Zylon Walks up to Aiden, A fellow Jedi getting his attention with a simple wave, Zylon then asks him "Im not familiar with this planets customs, What is this celebration?"

 

[Ran Serys]

“Ho’era.” Ran’s eyes went wide as she repeated the word and then even wider as she realized who was next to her. “Jonyna? You’re here!” The surprise in Ran’s voice was obvious. She went in to hug the Cathar Jedi Master, not because of the customs of the six moons celebration, but because she had missed her like she had so many others, former councilors and not. Ran was happy to see her, more than happy, ecstatic.

“I will go first, Ho’era.” Ran returned the word back to Jonyna Si . Having grown up without a family, the word had come to mean a lot to Ran since Jonyna had taught her its meaning.

“Although we’ve known each other for quite some time, I will partake in this celebration’s custom and share my story. I was bo-” Ran began her tale because even though she knew Jonyna, she still couldn’t help but pass up an opportunity to share her truth with a friend, or as Jonyna put it, a sister, because it meant that she would hear Jonyna’s story again as well. But not yet as another familiar face approached.

“Aiden? Knight Porte!” Ran’s tale, interrupted by another surprise as apparently there were no strangers in this corner of the galaxy. She laughed. “It is good to see you as well.” Ran watched as Aiden introduced himself to Jonyna, and followed as he invited the only true stranger into their midst. “Please, Sir Kaleesh. Join us.” She said extending the offer of embrace to Havassi .

“And you as well, Friend.” Ran invited the stranger Zylon Wex that meandered behind Aiden Porte . “This is the Icarii celebration known as the Six Moons.” Ran explained. “It is an annual celebration of renewal, resilience, and second chances for the planet and their peoples after a tragedy that challenged the Icarii population occurred almost a millennia ago. It is named after the sixth moon of Vestar which is only visible today. Now that the sixth moon disappears again, custom dictates we share with each other an embrace, the story of who we are, how we came to be here, or what our intentions are for the future.” Ran continued. “I’ll go first.”

“My tale is lengthy and well known by some, so I will just say I came to be here out of my desire to celebrate something, anything, as I haven’t had much cause to celebrate lately. It’s been a struggle after the fall of the Galactic Alliance in the Core Worlds, but I feel as if I am just now finding my footing and that I will celebrate as a renewal. I will continue on into the future with the intention of following the teachings of the Jedi that have done me so well but embracing them on the frontlines where I will meet the evil’s of the galaxy head on. No longer in the temples and enclaves, I will travel the fringes, the shadows, the starlanes and battlefields all for a better and brighter future for us all.”

Ran looked at Jonyna expectantly yet unsure of what her fellow Jedi Master would say.

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[Hubert Starhopper]

Objective: A Little Bit of RnR



Tags: @ Zylon Wex @ Aiden Porte @ Havassi @ Jonyna Si i Ran Serys

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Hubert stands at the edge of the crowd, his eyes darting along and scoping out the mass of people embracing one another in celebration, kindness, peace... It is a nice change from the usual hustle and bustle he goes through on the daily. Hubert has been racing across the galaxy in search of a new discovery to bring back to the Mandalorian Star Corps, but has had no luck so far. The oddest thing he has seen since his departure is this sixth moon hanging above the planet he stands on, the name of which slips his memory right now. For now, all that plagues his mind is taking a breather after four solid days straight of flying. This is the first time he's stepped off of his ship since he left...

The Mando-Mechanic is without Beskar. No armor is dawned upon his tall lanky frame- and he prefers it that way. Instead, a tan bantha-leather coat is formed over his shoulders. Underneath it is a white woolen shirt and his pants match his coat, kind of... Ballpark with the color scheme, at least. For once, Hubert has cleaned himself up, the usual layer of black engine grease that plasters his skin has been scrubbed out, and his long, sandy curls washed as to not be rude for this rather invasive custom of theirs. He never has been much of a hugger, but growing as a slave on Tatooine will do that to you...

Hubert approaches what he hopes is a bar, and sits upon one of the stools. He pulls a cigarette from his coat pocket along with a plasma lighter. As he ignites the tip of the cigarette, he takes a long, much needed pull from it, and lets the smoke out in a cloud above his head with a sigh of contempt and relief. He does his best to avoid bothering anyone with his smoke, he knows not everyone can tolerate sitting next to an ashtray.

He looks to the bartender and orders a spicebrew, turning in his seat to once again face the crowd. There are definitely a lot of faces that he's never seen before, but at this point, Hubert is no stranger to discovery... As long as who- or whatever it is knows what 'equal respect' means, they're okay in Huberts book. There is a pair that keep catching Huberts eye though, and apparently not just. Suddenly one of them becomes rather popular, as more and more people begin to approach her. His eyes squint a bit in curiosity. He knows that there's no big ulterior motive planned here, at least- if there is, he smells not hide nor hair of it.

But maybe he can learn something he wouldn't have? She's obviously an important individual, maybe she has important information that can lead him to his next discovery? Kriff, She lives under a natural oddity, perhaps she knows of more...

 

[Havassi]

Hava'ssi hesitantly joined the others. His yellow eyes lingered on Ran Serys . A force-user, no doubt. He had to admit, he believed in the force, but he hated how those who held the power used it to their advantage. But these people, these force-users, seemed kind enough. He listened to her tale intently, analyzing her body language, her accent, anything that might help him gather information. But he found himself disappointed. He would have to approach this at a different angle.

Then something about her story caught his attention. Ran was a Jedi???

He gritted his teeth, remembering the Republic from the past. How could he associate himself with these people when they sided with the Huk in the Kaleesh war? But he knew that...if he wanted to continue this mission...he had to hide his feelings.


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[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Ran Serys Zylon Wex Havassi Aiden Porte​

Jonyna took the hug with stride, embracing her former counciler. She had missed them as well, even the ones she kept in more close contact with. As others approached, Jonyna simply kept to herself. Waited her turn. Shed knew better than to interrupt.

But then it became her turn. She turned to embrace Aiden Porte , before beginning her own story.

"My tale is one from long ago. I was born on Cathar, but raised amongst the stars. On my way to become a youngling, the horror that was Order 66 happened. I only got away with my life because the clones didn't identify me as a jedi."

She let out a sigh, as she sat down and adjusted her posture. "I spent most of my life as a rebel, living with a crew I saw as family. That was until I did something wholly foolish Led us into a fight we couldn't win, against a witch who would rather freeze the whole planet we were on then let us win. I stayed that way for 900 years, until I was discovered. From there, I became a jedi of the order. The New Jedi Order became my home, and my new family. But...that died too. There's still a few of us left, but I can't call us an order anymore. As for the future? I tried my best to be the model jedi for the NJO. I can't do that anymore. I'm a rebel, born and raised. Now, I'm planning to do what rebels do. Hit the darkness hard and fast. Make them remember that the light is not weak. I'm tired of pretending to be the paragon of order. Now I'm a paragon of justice, as I always was supposed to be."

 

[Havassi]

Hava'ssi approached her, hiding his hate for jedi behind his mask.

"I understand what it's like to lose everything." He shifted his stance. "I want you to know that you made the right choice...choosing the light over shadow."

His eyes glowed slightly, reflecting the stars above. "I love my father. But I never revealed it to him until his last days. I will never forgive myself."

He had barely shared his story, but hoped that it would suffice.

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[Zylon Wex]

Zylon says, replying to Havassi's admission.

"My father was a Sith that was murdered when I was a small child. I was raised by his murderer, only to have him die on me too. Be grateful you got to say that you love him and that there was time to say goodbye"

 

[Havassi]

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His anger was already heated, but now this Jedi was trying his patience. He placed his hand one of his blasters behind his belt. "Careful...jedi. Let's not compare our stories in a manner that is anything but friendly. I am grateful for having a father to look up to when I was young, but I'm not grateful for his hand in killing thousands of jedi and keeping their lightsabers as trophies. But...let's not get heated."

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[Darth Virelia]

"Who are we, when the light is snuffed out?"

Tags - Zylon Wex Ran Serys Jonyna Si Aiden Porte Havassi Hubert Starhopper

"There is a tale. One of tragedy."

Six violet lenses ignited in the half-light like the unblinking eyes of some profane constellation. From them, thin seams of amethyst radiance crawled down the obsidian plates of the armor—restless, whispering of powers ancient and unkind. The celebration's lingering warmth thinned in their glow. Where others had stepped forward in humility, the figure emerging from the treeline carried the stillness of a blade wrapped in silk.

The Tyrant Queen. Darth Virelia.

That the armor thrummed with darkness while the woman inside did not was its own paradox—her Force-connection had been severed, burned away by cruel design—yet the plates remembered her as she had been. Power echoes in hollow vessels.

She approached them as if each person were a question she intended to answer. Suspicion sharpened her posture, but no violence brewed behind it—just contemplation, the kind that disassembled souls for study. When she spoke, her voice through the vox was unmistakably Chandrilan: high and eloquent in equal measure.

"It is not a tale of seeking some brighter horizon. Nor one of rediscovered purpose or noble restraint. It is not a fable about justice, or order, or the sentimental regret of children who loved too late. I had no such luxury. I did not have the chance to tell my father what he meant to me… before I ended his life."

She lowered herself into a seated position with predatory grace. The armor obeyed her out of reverence. A curl of violet flame unfurled in her palm—delicate, hungry, perfect and still. She studied it, a scholar considering the anatomy of sin.

"It is the tale of a girl who wanted only to make her family proud. A girl who believed in the promises of Orders and Councils and Masters. Who thought idealism was a virtue, and ambition a ladder. But corruption does not descend from the Dark alone." Her gaze lifted to Ran Serys, eyes glowing with savage intensity.

"It thrives where institutions convince themselves they cannot fail."

The fire flickered, reflecting the restrained fury beneath her composed exterior.

"In the moment that mattered most, the Jedi did fail. And in that failure, something within me was destroyed… and something far older took its place."

The flame dimmed to a point of violet light. Her head tilted, the gesture elegant and murderous all at once.

"Would we all care to hear?"

 

[Havassi]

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Hava'ssi watched Virelia in awe. His own planet possessed less technology and more desert sand-covered clothing that served as spiritual garments rather than armor. He admired but yet...there was something about her that shot chills down his spine. Was it the mask that seemed to seeth at him, or the calm but murderous energy that surrounded her. He was relieved of having a person come to them who was not a Jedi, true. But could she be something worse?

"I would be glad to hear your tale." He answered.

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[Hubert Starhopper]

Objective



Tags: Darth Virelia Ran Serys Jonyna Si Havassi

Gear: Custom Blaster Pistol, Tool-Kit




Darth Virelia... Hers was definitely not a face that he was expecting to find here- well... face*plate*...

He takes a long sip, and an even longer drag from his cigarette, leaning his back against the bar as he sits upon this stool, observing the crowd. He has definitely been through the ringer, the dark circles under his eyes are proof enough of that, needless to say the stiffened slouch in his shoulders and deadened look on his face. Setting eyes upon Virelia only reminds him of another challenge that he has yet to grasp. A promise that he has yet to break nor keep.

A sigh rolls smoke from his nostrils, clouding the top of his cup as he lifts it for another supp of spicebrew. Not of grief, or sorrow- but of contempt. For once, he can breathe. Constant conflict has been plaguing him as of late, so having the opportunity to put down his blaster- even if his guard stays up- is a commodity he refuses to pass up.

After a bit of observation, he gets a refill and stands from his seat, making his way into the crowd of people. Slipping out of a hug here and a kiss on the cheek there to approach the one familiar person here. As he gets within earshot, it's just in time to hear her question.

"I wouldn't mind." He says, raising his drink and bowing his head in a casual greeting to her. "Good to see ya pard', been awhile."

 

[Ran Serys]

Ran's ears pricked up at hearing Jonyna's intentions for the future. "Paragon of Justice, eh?" Ran repeated. That was an idea she could get behind, because despite the guilt and the distance she felt from the Order, Ran had never stopped fighting for what she believed was right. She never stopped flying from planet to planet helping people with their problems, and the Jedi skill set was more than suited at staving off those injustices that were all too common in the galaxy. Ran had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time she saw her fellow master in the coming days, and she had a strong feeling she'd be fighting beside Jonyna again soon.

More stories of the past followed without intentions for the future like the event's customs dictated. To Ran, the Kaleesh and the unfamiliar Jedi seemed rooted in their past grief in a way that turned her stomach. Why? Because she had been like them in a past life. Rooted in the memory of never having a father, a mother, a sibling. Rooted in the memories of growing up in a lab and being made an instrument of war. The pain and grief she felt over what never was or what could have been were muted more now than ever. Ran had let the past go, not just in the spirit of the celebration but also in the spirit of more recent experiences. She might not have had family when she was young, but she had found multiple since. Fighting against the muck and mire of scarred memories was something she would advise the two strange men of doing, if she ever got the chance as another stranger with a tale of tragedy joined them.

Ran listened to the mysterious individual, and was plagued by different feelings. Her own and those of the mysterious woman, as Ran felt less like the story was being shared and more like it was an attack being inflicted upon her.

"I would not hear your story, stranger." Ran said with authority to Darth Virelia. "I am sorry but I have heard and lived through several like it, and I do not wish to do so again." Ran started to pivot away on her feet. "The Jedi are not infallable. That I will grant you," She eyed the stranger's mask. "But I will not be present for any story that places them at the center of blame for whoever it is you have become. I am done with this pity party." Ran explained as she began to leave Havassi, Zylon Wex, Darth Virelia, and anyone else that wanted to bathe in the muck and mire of their pasts. Ran was here for renewal, resilience, and to celebrate those important second chances so symbolic of the Icarii people.

OOC: Hey, Folks! I admire your eagerness to write, but please stick to the posting order. There is little reason you should have posted two or more times before everyone involved has had a chance to respond. Think about it like a queue and you are waiting for your turn to get to the front of it, only then can you post.

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[Aiden Porte]

Darth Virelia Ran Serys Havassi Zylon Wex Jonyna Si Hubert Starhopper​

"Let's remain calm and steadfast my friends, the path behind is a part of us. But do not let it define you." Aiden looked over to Darth Virelia whom he had crossed blades with on an occasion before. He looked over to Havassi and Zylon, giving them a small nod. "Let those things rest, focus on who you are now and what is in you future.

Aiden gave a small bow of his head towards Ran in respect, and then Jonyna.

"My path forward is layered with hope and steadiness, a constant shield and method against the darkside. To continue to help those that can't help themselves, protect the innocent, and protect those who mean the most to me."

Aiden knew there was so much more than that though. It was a lot that could be discussed, be he would not take up too much of their time. But he was hear to listen and to provide what advice he could.

 

[B1-173 "Omar"]

B1-173 arrived on the planet with his starfighter, he would get out of the cockpit and would then walk towards the edge of the landing pad as the sounds of the city was like distant thunder, except it wasn't artillery this time, it was fireworks and music from the Celebration of the Six Moons, small pops and cracks and muffled cheers echoing off the towers around him as he stepped off the ramp and onto the ground.

He would make his way down through the access stairs into the lower levels that opened out into one of the main streets, it was crowded with locals moving between stalls and hanging decorations that swayed slightly in the breeze, B1-173 walked straight down the middle because he didn't really know where else to go, civilians would glance at him as he passed, some stared longer, a few kids pointed or slowed down to get a better look at the tall bone white battle droid just walking around among everyone like if it was normal, and one of them almost bumped into his leg before their parent grabbed them by the shoulder and pulled them back with a quick apology, he just gave a small nod and kept going.

Eventually he would end up near the plaza where the main part of the celebration was happening, there were more people here gathered in a rough circle, some sitting on the low steps, others just standing with drinks in their hands while they looked up at the sky, the moons were visible, and light smoke from the cooking fires drifted across them, every now and then the crowd would quiet down to listen to someone talk, then pick up again as they finished and someone else stepped forward, B1-173 stopped at the edge of this circle and just watched, his optics shifting between the people and the sky, there was a free spot on one of the ledges near the back so he would move over and sit down carefully, the stone gave a small scrape under his weight but held, from here he could see a group near the centre talking about how they ended up on Vestar and what they were planning to do now, it sounded personal and he didn't feel like interrupting it, so he just sat and listened in.

After awhile, someone would notice him properly, a younger local, seemingly a Human, with a cup of something in their hands, they moved over and stood near him with a curious look on their face before finally speaking up.

"You here for the celebration too, or are you guarding something?"

B1-173 turned his head slightly to face them.

"I do not have anything to guard right now, in fact, I don't even have anything to serve anymore. One moment I'm a soldier of an army, next I'm just stranded, figuring out what I should do now. We fought so hard. Seems that it didn't suffice."

"Sounds rough, friend."

An older gentleman would chime in the conversation after overhearing what the younger local was talking about to the droid. The older gentleman would pace toward Omar slowly and would analyse him for a few moments with a expression that can be described as intrigued. He hadn't seen a B1 before as well, which made the droid stand out more to him as well, and the way it was behaving was also unnatural compared to most other ones he's encountered before.

"Say.. What sort of droid are you supposed to be?"

"A battle droid. Specifically a B1-series model."

As B1-173 said this he continued to face toward the crowd of people gathered in a circle, which stood out compared to most others within this plaza, he kept focusing on them and listening into their conversations as they continued to speak and reflect upon the past, and hope for the future as well. Something about one of them however seemed familiar to him, but wasn't able to pinpoint what exactly, regardless the droid would then watch the skies again, seeing the moons.

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[Havassi]

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(OOC: Guys, I have to go to work soon, so I'll go ahead and reply to the above message. Sorry if I accidenlty went out of order. This will be my last message in the rp before I go offline for two days.)

Hava'ssi turned and left the group, his annoyance flickering in his heart. How could a bunch of force-users complain about their past when they are so powerful? He decided not to listen to Virelia after all-Ran had spoiled his mood to listen to any other pitiful stories. Then...it happened.

He noticed a droid from across the plaza. A battle droid from the Clone Wars. Could this same droid have obeyed the orders of father in that time period? Did that same droid follow the General into Dathomir and destroy all the witches? And if so, how could he have survived?

He made a decision. A huge decision. He would not let anyone tell him what he was, or what he could be. He would not let anyone say that he should and deserve to be dead. He would not be that young Kaleesh that longed for the approval of others, and that hid his feelings.

If this battle droid survived through the hardest battles, he knew he could survive the battle within.


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[Hubert Starhopper]

Objective: A Little R&R



Tags: Darth Virelia Ren Jonyna Si Aiden Porte Zylon Wex B1-173 "Omar"

Gear: Custom Blaster Pistol, Tool-Kit



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"Yeesh... Seems I chimed in at the wrong time." Hubert says, bringing his cup up to his face and taking a swig, his eyes watching the woman- now making her heated exit. It's a given that no matter where you are, there will always be someone whom disagrees with another about the Jedi. Whether they are heroes, or simply nuisances to the Galaxy. In Huberts experience, he had both been saved, and left to suffer by the Jedi- so he's on the fence. Sort of a, "Do we see eye-to-eye?" Way of judgement is used with any and all force users, for Hubert had been saved by those among the Dark, too.

"Damn shame. I was hopin' to hea-"

Huberts train of thought is halted as his eyes land upon a working B1 unit. The same kind that were reprogrammed to guard his quarterhouse as a child. It has been years since he's seen one, but that same chill from his youth runs up his spine. His hand instrimctively rises and the fingers loop under his holster strap, ready to slide, grip and rip his blaster subconsciously if the need arises.

Suddenly the room feels a little smaller, the crowd a little louder. Hubert clears his throat and averts his eyes, taking a long drag from his cigarette and another drink from his cup. A huff of discomfort escapes him and he excuses himself from the group, electing to step out and get some air. The crowd felt suffocating to him in the matter of an instant.

He breaks away from the party and finds himself a quiet spot to sit and think for a moment. To collect his thoughts and breathe- more like it. He looks up to the light of the moons, squinting a bit in their radiance. A thought passes his mind- one final job, just enough credits to buy some farmland and live out the rest of his existence.

But with the way things are, it wouldn't be long until someone found him on some mission to claim the price on his head. Probably wouldn't even last until the first of the crops sprout.

No- freedom fighting is in his nature. Even slowing down this long feels strange to him, like at any second some missile should come tearing through the trees to kick off some iron-clad battle between to parties wanting nothing but the extermination of the other.

Hubert leans back and takes a deep breath, fighting desperately to relax despite his mind's protests.