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The Night Shadow dropped from Hyperspace and approached the planet. A modified CEC VCX-100 and ship of the well known Pax Ari (bounty hunter, bodyguard, pilot smuggler, and most important, owner of the Burra Fish cantina. As he approached the planet he turned to his pet Nexu. "We're almost home Cho" The large feline seemed to smile as it lifted its head from the cold durasteel floor of the ship. Pax dropped into orbit and made way to his personal landing pad where the Night Shadow would sit until the next adventure. This was a personal trip, not a vacation, still work to supply the Burra Fish with some of it known beverages. Pax flip a few switches and he brought the ship down for a nice soft landing. The cargo doors were opened and Pax proceeded with unloading the cargo onto a skiff to transport to the cantina. A small seedy cantina just outside the Republics claim on the territory, the Burra Fish was a welcome spot to anyone and frequented by many. It didn't look like much but it was considered a safe place and had drinks that others didn't, that's what realy kept the place going. The biggest chore today would be getting the 'blue krill' moved so they could make the Spotchka. The blue krill came from Sorgan. The local farmers came up with the drink, but it was cheaper and easier to move the krill than the finished product, plus it didn't cost as much. Then there were other drinks were it was just more ideal to purchase the finished product and bring it in ready to serve. In this haul Pax and picked up some Tihaar from the Mandalorian culture. Juma Juice, a favorite of the Jedi, was also on board. Only this was more like the old school version that had a kick to it, not the modern day drink that kids could have. T'ssolok, a Twi'lek favorite was in crates. Hopefully the decorative decanters it was stored in survived the trip. Pax couldn't decide which smelled worse, the Vizz-kick, a drink favored by the Quarren species that was fermented from seaweed or the Tsiraki, a blue colored beverage crafted from fermented salakberries adn pickling spices. Either way, he had them both and he did his best to provide something everyone would come for. After Pax got everything loaded on the skiff, the Nexu jumped up on top of the cargo and laid down. "Ready boy?" Pax took it easy navigating the streets from the landing pad to the cantina, but made it with no issues. Once everything was unloaded he headed inside. "Aola! We have returned with full many drinks to offer." Aola was the previous owner of the Burra Fish, now just the bartender. A Female Twi'lek who's family used live here but was now on her own. "Did you get the T'ssolok?" she asked. "I sure did, and a load of krill so we need to start making the Spotchka." Aola dropped the rag she was using to wipe down the bar and headed to back where she started working on the brewing of the Spotchka. She yelled out to Pax. "I hear a bunch of Mandalorian's were headed this way." Pax yelled back back. "I hope they find out we have some Tihaar here for 'em."

Background Theme - The Force Theme Extended Simka let out a breath of relief once Master Leena finally got back around to assist him. As she took over healing the Duros from the inexperienced Hopeful, the latter could only watch the literal Master work in absolute amazement. The way Master Leena used the Force and the way her presence felt in it was more amazing than what Simka could describe in words. He listened intently as she spoke, absorbing her instructions like a sponge. Simka had never been interested in the healing aspects of the Force before this, but now, he had to admit they were certainly no joke. The Hopeful followed the Master's instructions to letter, closing his eyes and withdrawing deep within himself. As the Master instructed, the Hopeful recalled his earliest lessons. His aunt's guidance, opening his mind and body up to the Force for the very first time alongside his crèche-mates. How he had opened himself up to the endless ocean of light, letting it gush down into his own self like an ethereal waterfall and cleanse away his woes and ills. Simka now reached out for that same light, letting it fall into him. This time, however, with a few deep breaths, he removed himself from the equation. Instead of falling into him, he let it flow through him, becoming a conduit and channeling the revitalizing flow through both his hands into the anaesthetized Duros' injured body. "Whoa," the Mirialan gasped. The flow of the Force filled Simka with renewed vigor, even though he was only a conduit instead of a recipient. The spiritual residue bequeathed to the Mirialan a newfound surge in vitality. More than that, Simka experienced a profound euphoria, a feeling of total bliss that could not be described in words. A superlative serenity, affixed in the deepest chambers of his heart, one that reassured him that what Simka had just done was something beyond. Beyond the wars, the politics, the divided allegiances, the sectarianism and all the conflicts and discontent that plagued the Galaxy, what Simka had just done was something... Irreproachable. Immaculate. Pure. As the Duros' body mended itself and the Hopeful innately knew it was time to withdraw, Simka turned back towards Master Leena, mouth slightly agape. He stumbled backwards a bit, as the euphoria from acting as a conduit of the Living Force settled down, suddenly feeling awkward and... bereft. "T-That was, I..." he quietened, simply staring at Leena, seeing her in a new light. Pure unadultered amazement sparkled in his pristine aquamarine eyes as he continued to stare at her. This is what she did, what she experienced, every day?! "... Incredible."