Keepin Corellia Weird
Location: Green Devil Pub - Coronet City
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Yg8MuaWMT0
Corellia was free. It had been months since, but it was free. Julius had taken and set up his version of a Shadow Government. A council with a President ran the surface, the CorSec folks were being reformed, and everything was coming together. People seemed to work twice as hard at healing up Corellia with [member="Danger Arceneau"] and ATC. And the heroes of the hour, the brave men and women who led the charge? They were gone, narry a one to be heard from.The Corellian League had vanished. Some say disbanded. Some say dead to a man in the conflict. Officially they were heroes of the state, and every member who'd seen combat against the occupying forces were classed to wear at least the lower variety of blood stripes. Unofficially? They had crept to the underground and black markets to root out the Sith. And unofficially, those places knew they were the true power on the planet, and the real authority of the world.
If Julius weren't five cups in, he could probably walk up to the Presidents manor and take control with hardly a blink. Nine Hells, there was no probably. He had been given an honorary rank of General and was one of the few of the League not listed officially as dead, but just missing. All of them were being hidden, shifted, assuming their key roles or being given what they needed to move on. Corellians never forgot those they owed.
But now? The time was come to say goodbye. To celebrate, and to see off those who would be going on with their lives. Julius was going to try his hand at being a proper Jedi. Maybe even find a woman for more than a few nights. But one last time he had donned his long brown coat, tousled brown tunic open deep at the neck, and a set of bloodstripe leggings tucked into battered old brown boots. The stripes this time were shiny metallic thread of bloodsteel, and were looked at in awe by some others as he sat on his chair, tilting back with his feet up on the table edge.
Drinks flowed like water, and weapons were voluntarily left at the door courtesy of suggestion by a 10 foot tall wookie in beskar, Julius former campaign ally for [member="Jack Sparrow"]'s run as Supreme Chancellor, a mandalorian trained wookie Force User named @Shywooshk. Really Julius didn't know why the bruiser was so eager to take his employ, but his very presence tended to make people sit up and listen. And stop foolishness before it ever really started.
For now though, Absinthe Aing-Tii, Corellian ales, and Whyren's and Rywen's, the two rival distilleries, were all consumed, and Julius watched the spirits of his people soar and flame in high hopes and joy for the first time in ages. A smile was on his face as he awaited some of those what were his invited guests. Gifts were for some, and though he doubted Danger would show, she even had one on the table. And he had even invited those lovely, plucky Mandalorians along since they had trounced the Sith right alongside them.