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Jaminere had been rough, but it was also a success.
In truth, much of those gathered here had not expected the operation to succeed. There were too many unknown variables to have been truly confident in a victory, so when it came, the rebels were particularly jubilant. Any pretense of keeping the operation's results under wraps before the team returned to Ruusan was lost the moment their message had reached the rest of the galaxy.
So it was that fireworks lit up the skies the moment the rebel ships touched down at the Graywall, sounds of deafening music boomed from the castle below, and drunken soldiers came stumbling up to the freshly landed vessels in search of their comrades.
Cedric didn't mind their happiness. With the wounded having been treated aboard the Chimaera before making planetfall, there wasn't all that much to worry about now that they were home. With a quiet sigh of relief, Cedric stepped down onto the battlements of his ancestral home.
It seemed as if the ancient castle had morphed into party central overnight. Men and women danced openly in the courtyard. Music played from a handful of rudimentary loud speakers of all kinds that had been stashed away throughout the majority of the castle. The barracks themselves were alight with flashing neon lights and other things drunken sentients tended to enjoy looking at. Overhead, starfighters dropped payloads of fireworks into the night sky, setting the air above ablaze with vibrant light of every color.
It even looked like a makeshift bar had been formed out of a speeder bus and its small compatriots that had been parked on the central lawn.
"Well, they certainly know how to celebrate," the knight snickered. He'd left his damaged armor to be repaired with one of the smiths, and was clad in little more than sweatpants and a black T-shirt. It seemed few of the rebels actually recognized him without his armor, given the way in which most of them ignored him.
Without a moment's hesitation, the Jedi Knight made his way straight for the bar.
In truth, much of those gathered here had not expected the operation to succeed. There were too many unknown variables to have been truly confident in a victory, so when it came, the rebels were particularly jubilant. Any pretense of keeping the operation's results under wraps before the team returned to Ruusan was lost the moment their message had reached the rest of the galaxy.
So it was that fireworks lit up the skies the moment the rebel ships touched down at the Graywall, sounds of deafening music boomed from the castle below, and drunken soldiers came stumbling up to the freshly landed vessels in search of their comrades.
Cedric didn't mind their happiness. With the wounded having been treated aboard the Chimaera before making planetfall, there wasn't all that much to worry about now that they were home. With a quiet sigh of relief, Cedric stepped down onto the battlements of his ancestral home.
It seemed as if the ancient castle had morphed into party central overnight. Men and women danced openly in the courtyard. Music played from a handful of rudimentary loud speakers of all kinds that had been stashed away throughout the majority of the castle. The barracks themselves were alight with flashing neon lights and other things drunken sentients tended to enjoy looking at. Overhead, starfighters dropped payloads of fireworks into the night sky, setting the air above ablaze with vibrant light of every color.
It even looked like a makeshift bar had been formed out of a speeder bus and its small compatriots that had been parked on the central lawn.
"Well, they certainly know how to celebrate," the knight snickered. He'd left his damaged armor to be repaired with one of the smiths, and was clad in little more than sweatpants and a black T-shirt. It seemed few of the rebels actually recognized him without his armor, given the way in which most of them ignored him.
Without a moment's hesitation, the Jedi Knight made his way straight for the bar.