Aboard a riverboat on the Solleu River, Naboo
It was the weekend of the Annual Lake Paonga Fishing Derby, a classic excuse for the high society of Naboo to get out on their pleasurecraft and unwind from the monumental task of running a fledgling galactic nation. Lucky for ol' Rix, it was the kind of weekend they were in need of something special, and he just happened to have a seller in the Black Sun who could get the Naboo what they wanted: some kind of rare, endangered egg. It was supposed to taste quite wonderful, though since he'd brought the shipment none had been shared with him. He was alright with that, because he'd been invited aboard the riverboat of a nobleman with a fancy for gambling. Rix too, enjoyed the roll of the dice, though today they nobility were betting on who would catch the largest fish.
Sitting on the aft of the ship, watching the sun reach its apex over the rolling green hills, he was sitting across from a pair of chatty young aristocrats, a man and a woman, who were quite taken with the roguish outsider. He happily drank their wine and eyed the beautiful servers as they poured more, basking in the sun and the natural pleasures of Naboo. Every so often his eyes would turn to the large screen nearby that was broadcasting the derby.
"...and I heard he got uninvited from that Veruna dinner after he said something disparaging about the carpets!" the nobleman scandalized as his friend blushed.
"Did you hear about Jaco's youngest and how he closed out the derby yesterday? He brought in a hundred lake trout thinking he'd won, and they had to tell him it was about who caught the largest fish, not the most!" the noblewoman chuckled, "how embarrassing, right? And get this: they asked him why he hadn't been seen at the dawn or dusk rushes with the other fishermen, and he asked what the time of day had anything do with fishing!" both of them broke out into a great burst of laughter. Ryx chuckled at the stupidity of it all.
"Y'know, guys, I heard there's a fella on Naboo right now who's hunting an Opee Sea Killer. He should bring that to the derby." Ryx said plunging the last of a glass of red wine down his gullet.
"Why would anyone do such a silly thing? I heard a gentleman's yacht was eaten by one of those monsters in the spring!"
"Apparently some guy on the Smuggler's Moon wants to serve it at a dinner party or something? I don't really follow along to these things."
"Some people, huh. What drives a man do such crazy things I'll never know. Who's up for a game of cards?"
