Public In for a Visit (Naboo)

[Brooke Waters]

Another day another dollar.

Brooke Waters had made her way back to Naboo to check in on the Warm Glade clan. She really wished she could have housed some Blue Coral Divers here, but the water was all off. It was so weird here that it couldn't hold the corals and keep them alive. Seeing as so many other species called this world home. Still, Freeport was a nice place to set up shop. And with the Nautilos parked far enough away and hidden, she didn’t have to worry about ancient Ardan tech being discovered.

She had a small bongo behind her as she arrived in Freeport. There was a set up for the new solar sail fighters to be launched from here, but the blonde had her priorities. She was dropping off a few satchels of Blue Corals to the Warm Glades and doing some shopping. Freeport was nice, not too far from Theed but worlds different from the other world.

Looking over at one of the food stalls, Brooke was considering some of the fruits. Would be good for her long journey to come…

 

[Yondir Fenn]

If there was one element about an environment like this, besides the obvious splendor of water and land where sapphire seas met verdant grass, it was how business and leisure could blend together. Yondir Fenn had been beckoned for that statement often enough during his ventures into starports in particular.

Freeport, however, was a different story. There were residents here, citizens, but others came to this place of refugees simply to leave after their visit ended. So, whether on a mission or here for pleasure, to take some rest on this planet or if Naboo was his commission too, right now fruit was this particular Jedi Knight’s adventure.

“I understand it is Jogan,” Yondir informed the shopkeeper. They faced one another at either end of a market stall's counter. Yondir stood tall in his armor and cloak but the Herglic vendor stood taller. “However, I would prefer the topato.” The Sephi spoke in a tone both calm and low.

“But the Jogan is even more delicious and I’m willin’ to give ya a discount on it so how about it, mister!?” The Herglic, however, spoke less so.

“No,” Yondir said simply. His countenance was a stone mountain. He was not accustomed to the haggle. Economics was not his battle. “The topato, please.” He waited patiently. For the moment, at least.

Brooke Waters