Dovan Grey
Active Member
The King and Queen Cantina
Nar Shaddaa
Years had passed since Dovan Grey had been on the Smuggler's Moon. He was a child when he had last stepped foot on the surface on Nar Shaddaa. He had come here alongside his parents, who were freighter pilots and had transported a group of Duros to the planet. Dovan was confined into the ship during their stay, but he had snuck out to see many of the spectacles of the planet. The image that burned into his mind of that trip was a man with a strange blue helmet over his head talking quietly to a devaronian. He remembered it because it was the first time he had ever seen a devaronian, but even at a young age he knew the man with the helmet was a bounty hunter and he had never been in the presence of one. It was strange to see it now through the eyes of a grown man. Even more so because he had become a man who fit into the planet quite well.
He had been feeling restless trapped on the planet of Sullust. He had yet to find himself fully integrated into the New Jedi Order and even wondered if he ever would. He had been able to show off his ability as a fighter and that he had some capacity to control the Force, but he still felt like an unknown in their ranks and his ability as a pilot was only hearsay so far, especially given the state of his ship when he arrived to Sullust. He didn't know what to do with his time there. The monotony of meditating and waiting for action was what lead him his exile from the Wraiths of the Redfall. Maybe being a Force user wasn't for him. He tried to shake that idea out of his head. He had been working incredibly hard to join the New Jedi Order and wouldn't give up now. But he had to escape the planet to clear his head.
Dovan had jumped into his ship and started to head towards Nar Shaddaa. He even took the Hydian Way route right into One Sith territory when it was completely unneeded. He was getting reckless, something he thought would make it even harder to make him succeed as a Jedi. He was able to get out of One Sith space without detection and head towards Techno Union space to the Smuggler's Moon. He wondered if this was the type of planet most Jedi would go to for escape. He doubted it. He even thought that maybe he wanted to visit this place before he became an actual Jedi because the only other time he might be able to make it here would be on a mission. For now, he was simply another person blending into the crowds of the planet.
His eyes adjusted to the red lighting of the King and Queen Cantina rather quickly, as he looked around at the vast diversity of patrons each keeping to themselves or confined to a small group. He didn't seem to stand out any more than anyone else at the bar. He had left his lightsaber on board his ship. He felt strange leaving it behind since it was the first time he was without since he had gotten it a few weeks before, but he thought that he didn't want to drawn unwanted attention. He simply wanted to get off the planet of Sullust for a bit. He wasn't much of a drinker, something he supposed was instilled by his father. His father's family had struggled with abuse problems, so his father seemed to steer clear and his fear seemed to be passed down to Dovan. He did indulge himself in some cigarras though. He had not lit a cigarra in awhile, seemingly embarrassed by the habit in the confines of the Jedi Temple. However, away from the prying eyes of the Jedi and the confine of space, he let the smoke move through his body as he took a seat at the bar, wondering if his path in the galaxy would start to become more clear.