Hymn for the Weekend

[Micah tol Powl]

THE PLANET
V A Y N A I
THE VAYNAI ARCHIPELAGO

Vaynai was a tropical paradise.

Located along the ancient Perlemian Trade Route, the temperate world had long served as a resort planet for the rich and affluent. The aesthetically pleasing environment not only prompted many to visit, but the promise of jobs by a strong tourist industry had prompted a variety of species to migrate to Vaynai over the generations; from Bothans to Mon Calamari. And tourism wasn't the only contributor to the planet's economy. A particulate variety of seaweed cultivated here had medicinal uses and health benefits for a wide variety of humanoids.

For the same reason, it was also desired on the spice market -- where it was known as slick -- and sold as the modern equivalent to Oxycontin.

The confluence of drugs and money created an opportunistic environment that created a criminal element to everything happening around Vaynai, from pirates raiding star cruisers, to cartels battling for control of slick farms, to slavers trafficking humanoids for sale to elite clients on vacation. Corrupt politicians catered to the criminal in exchange for credits, while migrant workers were often pressed into poor living conditions that were akin to indentured servitude.

On top of all of which, there was still all the ordinary risks and dangers of tourism: Riptides, encounters with the toxic spines of the pantol fish, petty thefts and myriad other everyday emergencies relating to the thousands of people flocking the beaches of Vaynai on a daily basis.

There was a lot of work to be done if the Silver Jedi were going to stem the tides of criminality that polluted Vaynai's deceptive beauty. And it was a job that would never be complete. But the Dymo's were going to be a first step in working with the populace to try and create a better tomorrow.

But, before they could start working on saving the day... they were going to need a place to live.

They had an appointment with a Mon Cala realtor. And he'd gotten word from Voss that the Silver Council was also sending his new padawan out to join them as well. So, he was going to have a lot to talk about with his wife.

Not the least of which was going to be paint swatches for the living room.

[member="Sia Ike-Dymo"] | [member="Nyt Rito"]​

 

[Nyt Rito]

Alright, new world! That means new food to eat. New sights to see! New victims to prank!​

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Wait, that last one isn't supposed to be openly proclaimed.... Need to work on that.​

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Back to our story.​

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The youngling touched down at the end of the loading ramp of the shuttle that ported him from Voss to.... Where was he again?! The youngling looked down at the datapad showing his itinerary. "Ah.... Lovely, lovely Vaaay-naaaay....?" He attempted admirably. Damn those long 'a' sounds. He probably butchered the pronunciation anyways, but the youngling couldn't be bothered to care. Tucking the pad away, before hooking thumbs between the shoulder-straps of that back-pack and his chest, the youngling began bobbing along, head-tails bouncing merrily behind him as he went. The crowds were thick, and the agilely youngling began dancing between individuals, even ducking between the strides of a Wookie, before trotting away giggling as the furry beast of a humanoid called out in his ire.​

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Outside the space-port, where he was informed he'd be most like to be picked up by his master, he heard something. Something wonderful.​

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Music.​

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It was unlike any he was used to hearing, and the impulsive youth felt something. A compulsion. Something that any who knew the youth would know was something that most cases should be avoided.... But, unattended, the youngling trotted over, depositing his pack next to the musician who was busking for spare credit chits. The youngling then allowed the music to speak to him. Through him, even. It was almost as if the melodies flowed through him as a conduit, giving motion to the sounds everyone within range was hearing. As he closed his eyes, pivoting, gyrating, and flowing, almost as if made of the very liquid he once called home, a crowd began growing, gathering.​

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And the crowd..... well....​

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They made it rain.​

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By the end of the set, the youngling bowed, grinning, before scooping up every last credit chit, and depositing them as a whole into the buskers collection tin. "Thanks mate!" He chirped, giving the man a high-five, before trotting over to his bag. Re-equipped, he'd look about, panting from the enthusiastic outburst, to see if he could yet spot a familiar face.....


[member=Zak Dymo] | [member=Sia Ike-Dymo]

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For Reference:

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[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXS1rYUQUNk[/video]​

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[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Sia would be right with her husband, since they got married she had hardly left his side. Today she would be on his right. Her hair would be up in a mess of braids with a golden wreath of flowers sitting upon her head. She seemed to glow thinking of how her life had changed so much in such a small amount of time since she had married the love of her life. The man who now stood to her left.

“Babe?” She would say moving a little closer taking his hand and smiling she would stay there smiling over the landscape it was beautiful and she knew she would love it here. She thought back to the wedding and couldn’t help laughing about the priest’s voice. She had seen some of Zak’s plans for the house and she knew it would turn out perfect. One thing she didn’t know if Zak would be up for would be is children. She had always wanted children but she didn’t know if he would as well and now did not seem like the time to ask him

[member="Zak Dymo"]
[member="Nyt Rito"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Hooking an arm around the young woman's waist, the Nautolan pulled his wife in close as they stood beside each other.

"My love?" the knight responded, turning to smile at her. He caught the scent of her hair. She even smelled beautiful. Facing forward, the Nautolan looked out at where the construction of the home was underway. There was a lot of stuff they still needed to decide. Were the counter tops going to be granite or marble? What about tile for the backsplash? Or even the hardware for the cabinets.

And that was just the kitchen!

"I maybe forgot to mention that the Silver Jedi is sending a padawan out to join us," the Nautolan offered. "But, hey, I figured it'd give us an opportunity to see how we like kids before, you know, we have some of our own."

The knight fell silent for a moment.

"...if... you know... you were even interested in that."

[member="Sia Ike-Dymo"] | [member="Nyt Rito"]​

 

[Nyt Rito]

The youngling had deposited his pack again, popping down on a bench to relax. He'd begun growing weary of waiting there at the spaceport. He wondered if perhaps his Master didn't receive the itinerary, and hadn't known that his Padawan was waiting for him. It was possible.... but, that was dangerous....

This youngling, of left alone for too long, was bound to seek out some.... 'excitement'.... for himself....

This day seemed slightly different. Excitement sought him. Some ne'er do-wells spotted the lone youngling. Lone younglings sold decently on the slave markets. A Rodian approached the youth. "Hey, kid, you should come with me. We got some candy and sweets that we just can't seem to finish ourselves!!!"

The youngling perked up. Sugar!? Yes please!!! He hopped up, and snatcher his pack, cheerfully following the Rodian to his buddies, and off towards the seedier part of town. It was not long before the destination came into view. At the door, the Rodian opened it and gestured for the kid to go inside.

"So, the sweets are in there?"

"Of course kid."

"Just inside that door."

"Naturally."

"Cool!" The youngling chirped, tightening his grip on his pack. "Just one thing, sir.... your right antenna twitches when you lie, I've noticed." The Rodians face fell, his Gamorrean comrade chuckling as he stepped forward to grab the youngling. "I've got elsewhere to be." He supplied, as he tumbled under the Gamorrean, before leaping away, assisted by the Force. He wanted cheerfully, leaning slightly on one foot. "Byyyyeeeeee!!!" He almost squeaked, before zipping of at inhuman speeds, quickly leaving the would-be Slavers in the dust.

Finding the first Law Enforcement Official he could find, he passed on the information about an organized kidnapping ring, complete with location and a description of those who tried nabbing him.

A few minutes later, he was left on his lonesome again. "Some day, my brah will come." He muttered wistfully.


[member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Sia Ike-Dymo"]​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

A few minutes later, he was left on his lonesome again. "Some day, my brah will come." He muttered wistfully.​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45r2t1pGGyQ​

It was hard to miss a Nautolan this far from Glee Anselm.

Leading Sia over toward where the boy seemed to be plotting something, the knight said, "Yo, brah!" It was a time-honored tradition of how one Jedi greeted another. Looking down, the Nautolan took a knee in order to get on the kid's level. "How was the trip from Voss?"

Turning his head and glancing up, the green knight offered an introduction. "Sia, this is Nyt."

There, now that introductions were done, the boy could get this day rolling. "Nyt, we were just about to look over our new house, then get something to eat. You care to join us?"

[member="Nyt Rito"] | [member="Sia Ike-Dymo"]​

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Sia would smile and stick her hand out for Nyt to shake if he so choose. "Babe he is so cute he looks a lot like you when you and I were his age." She said smiling wistfully about those days

[member="Zak Dymo"]
[member="Nyt Rito"]

 

[Nyt Rito]

"Yo, brah!"​

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This snapped Nyt out of his reverie, tumbling quickly to his feet, excitedly and eagerly meeting eyes with his Master. "Big brah!" was the appropriate reply. Like, seriously, was there any other way to reply? No. There wasn't. The customary fist-bump was exchanged, surely. Then.... a..... a...... girl.... Wait, Nyt recognized her! She was the lady in the white dress at the... Uh.... wedding, or something like that. With the stuffy suits.​

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Before diving into details of the trip, he had to properly introduce himself to the female half of his care-taking duo. She extended her hand to him, and he gave it a very confused expression, before looking to Zak as if Nyt was disappointed in him. The youngling carefully took the young woman's hand, closing her fingers into a fist, and rotating it so the back of her hand was facing sky-ward. It was this point he gave a satisfied nod, before meeting her knuckles with his own. A quick, light tap, before his face light up in a bright smile. "Nyt, Nyt Rito! Masters Heavenshield, Mrs. and Mr. sent me to keep an eye on you two." These were words [member=Coci Heavenshield] would have likely used to get the girl-a-phobe Padawan to cease his adamant resistance to the prospect of having to live in relatively close quarters with a woman there on Vaynai.​

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Grinning, he looked back to Zak. "I almost got kidnapped!" He chirped cheerfully, as if it was the most normal thing. Not at all unlike bragging about getting free ice-cream, of putting mashed potatoes in someones pocket without them knowing. "Told the authorities, they caught them. Probably slavers." He chortled, hands clasping behind his head. "Like I'd trust a guy offering candy. Especially if it was a Rodian working with a Gamorrean offering the candy. You know they're up to no good then!"​

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Grinning, the youngling looked between the two, before chirping up again, ever cheerful. "So, big brah mentioned one of my favorite things. Food. Where to?"​

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[member=Zak Dymo] | [member=Sia Ike-Dymo]​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

"Uh huh."

Slavers. Candy. Gamorreans.

The imagination on this kid...

"Really? You've had a busy day," the Nautolan knight added, placing a hand just behind the boy's neck, touching between the shoulder blades, as he steered and directed the boy toward the house that was under construction. "We can grab something at McYodas or Biscuit Baron in a bit."

Looking over the construction that was being done. The house taking shape in the bay seemed to have everything they could want. Easy access to the water. No neighbors right up against the house. The rooftop patio offered space enough for Zak to give Nyt some lightsaber lessons...

Was there enough room for Sia to do her Ataru? Probably not. They'd probably have to find a park or something for that.

Unless she learned to lightsaber underwater. Then, there was plenty of room...

...except, Ataru probably wasn't the style for that.

[member="Nyt Rito"] | [member="Sia Ike-Dymo"]​