ForceCon 856

[Zak Amroth]

Children of the Way Encampment​

Dagobah​

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Zak wondered whose bright idea it was to host a Jedi convention in the middle of this decrepit swamp. At least high up in the shanty town cliff dwellings of religious fanatics he didn't have to trudge through stinking pools of bog water. The locals saw Dagobah as some kind of pilgrimage world, and were all too willing to host the convention this year. Some kind of wise woman greeted him on the village outskirts, and placed a crystal in his hand.

A flash of imagery flooded his mind. His name. If he was looking for a teacher or student or just a sparring partner. Any services he might offer or if he was interested in barter and trade. When it was over, the crystal pulsed with this new information and the seer smiled, gently placing it around his neck.

Name ___Zak Amroth___
Looking for Instructor ___
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner _X_
Barter and Trade _X_
Service Offered ___ Ships Modified___​

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She explained that the crystal would resonate when near to others, and if he wished it he could telepathically exchange information with his fellow convention guests. Still a bit dazed from the experience, Zak stumbled over the wooden bridge high above Dagobah's surface and next came across a crudely drawn map of the encampment.

CENTRAL HUT: Supplies and Refreshment
NORTH HUT: Trade Stalls
SOUTH HUT: Training Grounds
THE CAVES: Intel, Mission Planning

Sheriff Amroth examined the map, pulled out a marker from his satchel, and calmly set about scrawling in the word 'booze' over the central hut.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

People knew him.

He was kind of a big deal.

He had many leather-bound books.

And his starship smelled of fuel and battery packs.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t the best news caster anywhere, but he was a Jedi who had poured his own blood, sweat, and tears into helping settle the Jedi, from all walks. He was working within the confines of the Outer Rim Coalition, assisting the Galactic Alliance Remnant, and the Jedi Covenant. That was where he was nowadays. Working with the Praxeum, assisting the Silver Jedi Order, and leading the Covenant. Having arrived on Dagobah, he had picked up [member="Celeste Rigel"] on the way there, and landed at the best spot he found in his old YT-2000.

“So you sure you’re ok with the swamp world?” He asked Celeste as they approached the Convention. He had grabbed a name tag and started filling it out.

Name: You know who I am​

Looking for Instructor: Not really​

Looking for Student: Maybe​

Looking for Sparring Partner: Does Celeste Count?​

Barter and Trade: Yes​

Service Offered: Watchman training, piloting, exploration, Jedi diplomacy​

He’d seen the signs. Someone had scrawled out ‘booze’ on the central hut. “Yeah, that’s the Coalition for ya.” He laughed and shook his head.

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Leaving Coren's YT-2000 behind, Celeste took in her surroundings. As if on cue, Coren spoke – and she couldn't help but laugh. “Well, I suppose a swamp world wouldn't have been my first choice,” She said, honestly. Most other Jedi functions she'd been to had been hosted on city worlds, good-looking ships, or fancy stations. “It's very... outer rim.” She meant it in the best possible way.

Her experience with the ORC was still rather small, but after notable events like Mr. Heartbeat... Well, she was getting a good feel for them. And, despite the humid wetland surroundings, this world did have quite a history.

As they entered the convention, she took a moment to answer the questionnaire.

Name: Celeste Rigel​

Looking for Instructor: No, thank you.​

Looking for Student: Not at this time.​

Looking for Sparring Partner: No, thank you.​

Barter and Trade: Yes​

Service Offered: Force healing and the like – on the job training provided by Silver Circle. ​

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She slipped the crystal around her neck, as instructed. And, it wasn't until she turned slightly did she glean what [member="Coren Starchaser"] had answered for his own. “Really, now?” Celeste gave him a look of mock-sternness and nudged him. “I'll follow you,” She said, smiling, and gestured to the convention areas that had been labeled for them.