Sunshine
“Hey Ivy!”
Through the drone of music, chatter and waves, a familiar voice jerked Ivy’s attention towards the shore.
A lean yellow Twi’lek in a striped bikini waved her arm, calling her over.
“Join us!” Sanya hollered.
Ivy smirked, putting on a reluctant show as she pushed herself away from the counter, leaving a half-empty drink behind. Sand squished between her toes as she left the bar hut and jogged over to where Sanya stood, at the edge of a netball court drawn in the sand.
“We’re going against the civies!” Sanya said, hand on her hip, tossing a neon netball up and down with the other.
Behind Sanya were three others. A couple of them wore tattoos of Navy pride, but the aura of cockiness about them all was unmistakably those of Ivy's people, fellow crewmen. Not that Ivy knew Sanya or her friends very well. The lot of them struck her as a bit shallow and bullyish, though that could be a tinge of envy talking about their shredded abs and flying ace accolades.
For now, Ivy would play it coy. "Are you sure this is fair?” She whispered, glancing over at the opposing team.
“All is fair in love and war." Sanya winked at her.
Riiight. She was pretty sure Sanya and her gang only chose her because they knew she was a Jedi and needed an edge on their team.
Which would have been more obvious in giving her away, if she had her lightsaber on her, but currently the thing was stashed away inside her quarters on board a Republic cruiser floating somewhere above her head, in Corellia's atmosphere. Others insisted she wouldn't be needing her weapon during her time of shore leave at a relatively "safe" luxury beach resort. Best not to stress any civilians by flaunting a lightsaber around.