The morning sun slowly in the sky as a breeze softly fluttered across tops of the city skyscrapers. Gently blowing antennae on their tops around like flowers swaying in the wind, as it moved across the towering landscape. A figure appeared on one of these towers. Unmoved by the breeze, even as it fluttered around him as it caused his cloak to billow about. Unfazed, he stared intently on the city scene playing out below him.
Xendar had arrived on Earth three days before, and for all that he had observed in that time, he was not impressed. One thing that he noted about this planet had barely any form of space travel, and the little that they did do was only in high orbit above their planet. But there were other things that he had observed that did seem very familiar.
At the moment, his interest was on a building close by. Putting his macrobinoculars to his eyes, he started to scan the crowd gathering outside. He had gotten halfway through the crowd when he stopped, lowered his macrobinoculars and stared at the crowd with his own eyes for several seconds, then brought the macrobinoculars back up to his eyes. Twi’leks? There are Twi’leks in that crowd?! He thought to himself. As he looked a little further, he saw that there was not just Twi’leks. But also, Wookies, Tusken Raiders and Jawas. What is going here? Then, if only to add to the confusion that he was experiencing. A little further along in the crowd, he spotted stormtroopers, clone troopers, Imperial Guards, Shadow Guards, and even some Jedi as well. How is this possible? He pondered. With his curiosity piqued, he decided to investigate further.
After making his way down from the building. He then caused a distraction that allowed him to slip into the crowd unnoticed, as it was slowly snaking its way into the building. Just before after entering, Xendar encountered his next problem, which came in the form of an individual named Aloysius Buford.
Behind him, Xendar could hear a commotion rippling through the crowds as it got closer, he could hear a very pronounced voice with a very unusual accent.

“Excuse me! Pardon me! Coming through!” The voice boomed.

Turning around, Xendar found himself staring down a short rotund man with a large white hat.
“Excuse me there, son. Might I talk to you for a moment? I have a business proposition that I would like to discuss,” The rotund man asked.
Before he could do anything, Xendar found himself being marched into the building by the short man.
“This one is with me, Rodney,” The rotund man shouted over his shoulder. While the other event staff ahead of them cleared a path for them. Stopping near a bench, the rotund man sat down. After making himself comfortable he introduced himself.
“My name is Aloysius Buford, but you can call me Big Al,” he began. “And I do apologize for pulling you out of the crowd. But I do have a business proposition for you. “How would you like to make a thousand bucks? I own this building. I’ll even throw in VIP access, heck, I will even see if I can get you a discount price on all merchandise from all of the vendors.”

Xendar stared at him with a blank look. Buford seemed to find the silence very uncomfortable, as he fidgeted where he sat.

“Look, son, I am not going to ask you to do anything dangerous, illegal or immoral. I just need you to act as a member of my family for a short time,” he said. Then looking up at Xendar. “And if it isn’t too much trouble, would you mind removing that stuff covering your face. I know this is a convention and all, but I can’t even see your eyes under that hood.”

Xendar didn’t see any harm in humoring Buford, so he did as he asked. Buford gave a start when Xendar revealed his face to him.

“Son, I don’t know who you are or where you come from and I really don’t care. But are you sure that you are not half cat or something?” Cathar, and I am quarter actually. Xender thought to himself.

“So, is it a deal?” Buford hesitantly asked.

“What exactly do I have to do?” Xendar replied.

Buford gave a sigh of relief and continued. “I have an old friend, and business associate coming here to finalize a deal. All you need to do is just pretend to be a member of my family, that... and uh...,” Buford paused for a moment, “Be a date for his daughter.”
Buford recoiled in expectation of a massive outburst. But was both surprised and relieved by Xendar’s silence and blank expression.

“So uh, can you do that for me son? Buford pleadingly asked.

“What does this date entail?” Xendar asked.

“Nothing much, take her out for lunch possibly dinner, stroll around the convention, shop, catch a film or two, things like that.”

Xendar pondered this few moments before answering. It did seem that this venture would give him a better opportunity to observe and analyze what was going on here while providing excellent cover.

“Very well, I accept.”

Buford, whole frame relaxed as he let loose a large sigh of relief. Then he looked down at his wrist and gave a start.

“Well come on then! We're supposed to meet them in five minutes!” Buford shouted over his shoulder as he took off running.

Several minutes later, Xendar was introduced to Sarah Hashimoto and her father, Saburo. After Hashimoto And Buford gave each a hearty backslapping welcome to each other, Buford introduced Xendar, and Saburo introduced his daughter. After spending a few minutes chatting, Hashimoto and Buford left to finalize the details on a business merger.

“Interesting costume,” he said, in an attempt to break the ice. “Where does it come from?”

Sarah burst into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you,” she said a couple of seconds later. “It’s just that I thought that everyone knew what Star Trek was.”

“I don’t,” Xendar said simply.

“It’s from Star Trek Next Generation, it’s a command officer’s uniform,” She explained. She then gave Xendar an appraising glance.
“And you look like you could be a Sith, but your eyes are not yellow. And you look like a half-human half-alien as well, Correct?”

“You are close, Grey Force user. And I’m one-quarter human, three-quarters non-human,” Xendar stated.

“And makes up the non-human part?” Sarah asked.

“Zeltron, Cathar, and Echani,” Xendar replied.

“Oh, I’m not familiar with those,” she said as she scrunched her face up in puzzlement. Then reaching over she grabbed Xendar’s arm. “Well, we both learned something new today. Come on, let’s get going,” she said as she tugged at his arm.

As the day progressed, Xendar learned more about this planet. Much of what he learned was gave him an insight into just how this planet worked. While other parts, he could have been just as content not knowing. And some of it came across as a rude shock.

Just before noon, he and Sarah had stopped at an artist booth to admire the work. When a woman’s voice called out Sarah’s name. As they turned around, they were met by a trio of women. Which included a Rutian Twi’lek, one dressed similarly to Sarah but with blue shoulders, and the last one was attired in some kind of battle armor. After a brief exchange of hugs, squeals, and giggles. The one in the battle armor noticed Xendar.

“Who’s your friend?” She coyly asked Sarah.

Sarah turned looked at Xendar. “This is Al Buford's nephew, Xendar. Xendar, this is Kiesha” Sarah pointed to the woman in the Star Fleet uniform, “Jasmine,” the one in the battle armor. “And Taya” which was the Rutian Twi’lek.

“So, what have you three been up to?” Sarah asked.

“Oh, not much, just taking in the sites,” Taya said. “We are going to go get some lunch.”

“We were just about to do the same thing,” Sarah stated.

“We would be honored if you would join us,” Xendar stated. Then perhaps I can figure out what is going on here, He thought.

At first, no one could think of a good place. Until Kiesha said that they should just grab a burger and fries. After stepping into the restaurant, and choosing a spot to seat them all. Kiesha ordered lunch for them. It was at this point, that Taya gave Xendar a massive shock. It happened just after the food arrived. Taya was intensely scratching her head.

“Hey Taya, you okay?” Kiesha asked.

“I got an itch that is driving me crazy,” she growled. “That’s it! This thing is coming off. She reached under her chin and undid the strap under her chin, and put hands on her ear cones and lifted her lekkus of her head.
Xendar sat in shock as a mop of short shaggy brown hair came into view. And Taya scratching her head like crazy. After a few moments, she gave a sigh of relief and looked over at Xendar.

“Hey, Xendar, you okay?” Taya asked. “You're looking at me like I just took off my head of or something.”

“I, I'm, I’m fine, would you want this?” Offering Taya his untouched beer glass.

“Is there a problem with it?” She asked.

“No. I just can’t get past the smell.” He replied as handed her his glass.

As he sat there pondering over what just happened, his mind drifted away in his thoughts. Everyone that I saw that I thought was non-human, is human. He thought to himself. But if these humans have never left their planet, and their communications systems are only for planetary use. How do they know about Wookies, Twi’lieks, Clone Troopers and everything else that I have seen?

“Xendar, Xendar?” Sarah said in a sing-song voice. “Earth to Xendar, are you there?”

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Xendar looked over at Sarah.

“Jasmine just scored us some free tickets to a show. Let’s get going.”

Pulling out some money that Buford had given him and handed it to the waitress at the counter as he made his way out of the restaurant.

“Just what is that we are going to be watching?” Xendar asked Sarah.

“You should like it. It’s called the Greatest Moments of Star Wars.”

And for the next several hours, Xendar watched as the history from the Clone Wars to the destruction of the second death star played across the screen. How do they know all of this? He thought to himself. Even as the film ended and the lights came on and he was walking out of the theater, he was still unable to figure any of it out.
His thoughts of contemplation were shattered when a mass of voices began to sing. Their off-key voices caused Xendar to flinch and Sarah to cover her ears in a vain attempt to drowned out the noise.

“What is that?” Xendar shouted, so he could be heard overthe raucous din that seemed to growing in volume.

“yljah’ Qey ‘oH” Sarah shouted back. “It’s a Klingon song of victory. But the way their doing it, it should be the Death Scream.”

During all of this, another convention goer had stopped for a moment and set down their suitcase and when Sarah, with her hands still clamped over her ears took a step back, she tripped over the suitcase. Which caused her to fall backwards. Xendar saw this, rushed over and dropped to his knees to make sure that she was okay.

“Are you hurt?” He asked Sarah.

“No, I’m fine. Just a little startled.”

As Xendar started to help Sarah to her feet, a group of black leather boots adorned with a spike on the toe of it, came into view,

“Behold sons and daughters of Kahless!” the leader’s boomed. “Look at what cowers at our feet! A Federation officer and....” The leader paused as Xendar stood up to his full height. “Whatever you are.”

“Could you please move,” Xendar asked politely.

“We move for no but ourselves! We are....” He did not finish his sentence as Xendar grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air.

“Now I asked you nicely to move,” Xendar said in a whisper-quiet voice. “If you insist on playing the part of an idiot. Perhaps you are in need of an education. Now, are you going to let us through?”

The leader nodded his head as best as he could. and with that Xendar set him on his feet and stepped back. The entire crowd parted to let them through.
Xendar enjoyed the rest of his time with Sarah. She explained more about the Earth and its people. She also explained to him the Star Wars film history they had watched, came from the mind of a human named George Lucas. Just before she left, Sarah handed him several pieces of paper with numbers written on them. Xendar looked at her puzzlingly.

“That Jasmine’s, Taya’s, Keisha and my phone numbers”, she stated. “If you ever in L.A., you can give one of us a call.”
After leaving Earth and making the long journey back home, he thought about all that happened and all of the people he had met.
Xendar’s debriefing was long and incredibly time-consuming. His two points that he imparted before leaving, was, one: that they should keep a close eye on this George Lucas. And two: that if they sent him back to earth, that he would like to investigate the city of L.A.

All Hollow’s Eve. A time of fun and games, a time for tricks and pranks. For Xendar Thendaris, it was a time to be naughty. He had been planning for this night for some time. And now, it was time. As he sat at his desk, looking over a fair number of items. He carefully checked each item for any possibility of failure and then placing each item in a large bag by his feet. As he was working, a small chime broke the silence. Xendar looked down at his wrist chrono, it was two hours till sunset. Time to set the plans in motion. Picking up the remaining items, he placed them in the bag. He then picked it up and closed the bag. Xendar rose from his chair and began to stretch to loosen up the stiff muscles, after sitting the desk for some time. He then made his way to the door. Stopping, as the door opened with a small hiss. He reached over and picked up a black hooded cloak that was hanging nearby. After getting the cloak on and adjusted on him, he stepped out into the rays of the waning rays of the afternoon sun.
As Tidrep Icanus made his way to his favorite study spot in the library. A small underused room at the back of the library, right next to a statue of some forgotten sith lord. His mind kept going back to the story that he had overheard during lunch. It was called the Whistling Sith Lord. The story was about a sith lord that had been murdered years before, and how its ghost haunts the halls of the library, seeking revenge against those responsible. It was a stated at this sith liked to whistle a certain tune, and on certain nights, you could hear this the sith’s haunting tune. Shaking his head as if trying to clear those thoughts. He plopped his work on the table as he settled in. Tidrep noticed that one of his pads had fallen on the floor, reaching down and picking up the pad, he set it on the table. Only to find that his neatly stacked pile pads had been skewed. As he straightened the pads, the carton holding his dinner seemed to have moved. Setting the carton back in its proper place, Tidrep turned his attention to his studies. Hearing a small squeak, Tidrep looked to where the sound came from and seeing that again, that his dinner carton was not where it should have been. He muttered something about the table not being level. And with a snort of annoyance, he pulled the carton back to its original place. It shot back to where it had been previously. With a growl of irritation, he grabbed the carton with both hands and held it down in front of him. And with all of his attention on his dinner, Tidrep had no idea about what was going to happen next. One minute he was staring down intently at the carton that held his dinner. The next, he was looking up at the bottom side of the table. It was like someone came up behind him and stole the chair he was sitting in. Getting up off the floor, he angrily reached in the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a scanner, and began looking for any kind of electronic signal. He was muttering to himself that the only other person in the library was the librarian who had let him in. So, someone must have set up this room up. As he was checking the wall behind him, he heard what sounded like a whistle. He paused to listen; he vaguely remembered the song, it involved a bush, a monkey, and a weasel. His eyes widened in realization. It was the song of the whistling Sith Lord. At first, the song seemed like it could be coming from anywhere. After a slight pause, the song began again. And this time, it seemed to be coming from the statue in the corner. Slowly and fearfully Tidrep made his way toward it, the details of the story ran wild through his mind. The head of the statue whipped toward him, Tidrep could see its face, it had a mouth full of glowing fangs and its eyes snapped opened and two glowing blue-green orbs stared back at him. That was it, Tidrep could not take it anymore. He let out a loud yelp and took off as fast as his legs would carry him.
Giving a light chuckle and shake of his head, Xendar removed his gloves and peeled off the face obscuring mask, followed by a set of glowing false fangs, and finishing it by removing the glowing lenses from his eyes. Turning around, he used the force to put the statue that had been hidden from view, back in its original place. Looking at his chrono, he saw the time and noted to himself that it was time to pack up and move on the next prank.
Carsh Brezlin was ready for a night on the town. Everything about today had worked out perfectly, he got the perfect speeder rental for the night, he got the perfect date, he got the perfect reservation spot at the most exclusive restaurant. Everything is going my way. He thought. As he swaggered up to the speeder. Getting in, he settled into the seat and hit the starter. Nothing happened, so he tried again, still nothing. He tried a third time; he could have sworn that this time he heard the speeder give off a humph sound. Growling in aggravation, he slammed his fist into the speeder’s dash console. “Hey!” A voice screeched at him. “That hurt, you jerk!” Momentarily taken aback by the outburst, Carsh sat dumbfounded. This speeder is not supposed to have an A.I in it, he thought. Someone has had this thing rigged. He reached over to hit the door release, and get out and open the engine hatch to take a look in there. The speeder had other ideas in mind. “Oh no you don’t!” the speeder yelled at him and locked the door. “Sit down, shut up, and listen, pal! I have a lot to complain about!” And for the next ten minutes, it ranted on about how it did so much for beings. And how it transported them places, protected them from the elements, carried their items, and how they did so little for it. At one point, he made the mistake of asking in a sarcastic tone if it was finished. Which caused it to spout off about how it was being abused and took advantage of. Carsh was at his wit’s end. This speeder had just kept going on and on, and it would not stop. When a rap at the window shook him back into reality. “Hey Carsh, You okay?” Xendar asked. “I am I okay? I am I okay? No! I’m not okay!” Carsh yelled, “This stupid thing is broken! And I can’t do anything about it!” “Do you mind if I take a look at it?” Xendar asked. “Go for it, it’s not like I can do anything anyway! This blasted thing has me locked in!” Carsh snarled. Xendar opened the engine hatch. In doing so, he disappeared from Carsh’s sight. Several minutes later, and with a lot of clanking and banging engine compartment, Xendar told Carsh to try it. Carsh nervously hit the starter. The speeder came to life, and apart from the engine noise, there was no other sound. “Whatever you did, thank you!” Carsh said. As he got the window to go down. “I didn’t do anything,” Xendar said. “I was just trying to wipe off some grime off something when my hand got caught.” “Well, whatever you did it worked, Thanks again!” And with that, he sped off. If Carsh had been a little more observant as he drove off, he might have noticed a small drone landing in a black bag alongside the road, and Xendar picking up various items off the ground and placing them in the bag.
Zentyi Galoron rushed into to her room. Her excitement was at an all-time high. She was just asked out on a date by Quian Ralt, one of the Shadow Academy’s rising stars. The first item on her agenda, was a hot shower, laced with various soaps and perfumes. After that, she then rushed about her room, as she tried on different combinations of outfits, shoes, and make-up. A chime from the door interrupted her. Throwing on a robe, she made a mad dash to the door. “Who is it?” She asked. As she neared the door. “Rostark Florals, I have a flower delivery for a Zentyi Galoron,” a voice responded. “Yes, that’s me,” She responded. “Okay, well then, these are yours. Oh, there is this as well,” The delivery agent said as he handed her the flowers as well as a small container of her favorite pastry candies. “Have a pleasant evening,” the delivery agent said as he turned around started walking back to his speeder. “Thank you!” Zentyi yelled as the delivery agent started his speeder and drove off.
Xendar chuckled as he got in the speeder and drove off, letting go of the force illusion he had been using to disguise himself. “Enjoy the goodies, he said chuckling as he drove off.
Zentyi walked back into her apartment, still enjoying the sight of the flowers. She placed them on a table. So that anyone walking in would see them. She then walked back into her bedroom to get changed. Fifteen minutes later, she walked back into the front room. Looking again at the flowers, she remembered the pastry candies. She picked up the box. Nope, need to leave them alone. She thought, and placed the box back on the table. She had taken two steps before turning around and grabbing the box again. No, leave it alone! She ordered herself, and put the box back on the table and walked away. Three seconds later, she rushed back to the table, she grabbed the box and ripped it open. And without another second thought, started to scarf the pastry candies down. A chime from the door announced that Quian Ralt had arrived. Looking at the door and then to the chrono on the wall, she realized what time it was. Quickly finishing the rest of the pastry candies. “Come on in, I’ll just be a few minutes,” she said. As she threw the box over her shoulder as she ran to the bathroom to fix her teeth. Standing in front of her mirror, she inspected her teeth. Making certain that nothing but the gleam of her pearly whites showed. Satisfied that everything was in order, she made her way back into her front room. “Oh, Quian Hello,” she said. As she entered the room. “Hello Zentyi, Wow!” Quian said. Staring at her. “Do you like it?” She shyly said as she spun around for him to see all of her outfit. “Yes, you look amazing, you're...,” his face changed from a look amazement to a look of shock. “You're glowing.” “Thank you, she said. Thinking that Quian was giving her a compliment. “No, your teeth... their glowing!” “What!” She said. And took off a top speed for her bathroom. Rushing in, she could see a bright pink glow reflecting off the mirror. Grabbing her toothbrush, she began to vigorously brush. But the more she brushed, the more her teeth began to glow brighter. In a fit of desperation, she began to brush so hard that her head started bobbing. But was all for naught. As her teeth were still glowing. Seeing this, she gave off a long pitiful whimper and fainted dead away.
Xendar lowered the macro binoculars from his eyes as he chuckled lightly. Tossing them into the speeder beside him. “Don’t worry Zentyi, in about three minutes that glow will be gone,” He said as he climbed into the speeder. And drove off to his next destination.
Naucria Xentos was not having a good day. If something could go wrong, it did go wrong. The only satisfaction she got was when she nearly beat an opponent to a pulp during a sparring match. In her mind, the day’s events going awry was not her fault. She set up the perfect training course. It was the fault of the trainees. Granted, none of them were force sensitive. But that was no excuse! Their performance was abysmal. And she demanded perfection. She made them do it again and again. Even their fighting skills were deplorable. I am a Sith Warrior! She thought. I am not some weak-willed classroom Jedi teacher who coddles their students. Letting out a growl of frustration, she began walking. She reached one of her favorite spots; a forest clearing with a small brook running through it. The lights from nearby lamps illuminated the trees as a light breeze played with the branches. Though, she would never admit it. This place was tranquil and serene. Then a mocking voice ruined it. “Well, well, well. What do we have here, if it isn’t everyone’s favorite person; The Twisted Sithster! Naucria hated that name. It was all because she had dated a Jedi when she attended the Shadow Academy. The other students took to calling her that. “Why don’t you show your face, so you can feel the heat of my blade!” She snarled. The air two meters in front of her started to shimmer, and a form began to appear. This caught her by off-guard as she did not feel anyone’s presence. Hiding her surprise, she pulled her lightsaber from her belt. And with a familiar snap-hiss. Her red blade added another light to the surrounding forest. The other figure mirrored her movement and ignited their own blade. Moving in close, she launched her attack. The other figure made no move to bring up their own blade. Bringing her blade down, she aimed for the figure’s hand. The figure seemed to have anticipated her attack. Just as she was swinging her blade down, the figure took a step to their left. Causing Naucria’s blade to completely miss her target. The figure took the opportunity and brought their blade down on top of Naucria’s, trapping her blade. Naucria felt something lightly grazing across her ribs. Her eyes widened in horror. The figure knew she was ticklish there and was using the Force to tickle her. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, said the figure, in a sing-songy voice. The tickling attack came fast and hard. Causing Naucria to go into a laughing fit and dropping her lightsaber. The tickling intensified which caused Naucria to drop to the ground and curl up into a small ball as a futile attempt to shield herself from the onslaught. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Naucria slowly caught her breath and slowly rose to her feet. Looking around, she noticed that the other figure had vanished. The coward ran away, she thought to herself. Reaching out with the force, she grabbed her lightsaber. Deactivating the blade, she attached it to her belt. Suddenly, she was enveloped in a huge gooey mass. Clawing her way through it, she broke free. Naucria found that she was in the middle of a mass of half-cooked pastry dough. “Pastry,” she said in a whisper-quiet voice. “I HATE PASTRY!” She began to shout it at the top of her lungs. Xendar was making his back to his speeder when he heard Naucria raving tantrum. “If you hate pastry now, just wait until you look in the mirror, he said to no one in particular. “I would watch out, a Chiss might want to ask you out." After dropping his gear and getting a quick shower. He was on his way to a friend’s house to celebrate them moving in. Along the way, he thought about who he could prank next year. Perhaps the Shadow Academy staff, or the ruling members of his house, maybe the clan leaders or maybe even members of the Dark Council. He wasn’t certain, but he had a whole year to figure it out.

The sun was starting to rise over the horizon, as it cast small tendrils of light on the ground, a shadow of a figure starts to slowly appear on the ground. Changing its shape as it bent and shifted its form, flowing into the familiar forms of the Echani and Teris Kai martial arts. Finishing his martial arts practice, Xendar Thendaris slowly stood upright. Closing his eyes and reaching out with the force, he used it to grab his lightsaber, which was some distance way resting on top of his jacket. Grabbing it out the air as it spun toward him. Hitting the activation stud, the blade ignited with a familiar snap-hiss. And for the next hour, Xendar continued to practice with his lightsaber.
After finishing his workout. Xendar made his way back to his dorm, he passed by several other house members. Calling out to them, he stopped to talk with them for a few moments before making his way back to his room. Stepping into his room, he made his way to the shower, stripping off the sweaty practice outfit, he stepped into the shower, turning on the water and letting the relaxing feel of the hot water flow over him.
After drying off and putting on some clean clothes, he grabbed his datapad from his desk and started out the door, making his way to the commissary. The commissary at this hour was abuzz with activity. Not being one for large crowds, Xendar made his selection for breakfast and made his way back outside. After finding a secluded spot, he sat down and began to eat as he read his datapad. With a growl of annoyance, he scrolled past the entries that he considered useless; until he found a letter from his parents. In it, they wrote they would be coming to visit sometime in the future and that they wanted to hear about how he was doing. The final part of the letter was from his mother who was wondering if he was ever going to get married and start a family. To which, Xendar gave a small chuckle. Looking down at his wrist chrono, he noticed the time. He needed to be at the local security force station in ten minutes, he had volunteered to play the part of an insurgent as part of an exercise to train new recruits in how to deal with insurgents. Collecting the leftover items from his breakfast and pocketing his datapad, Xendar set off for the security station.
After spending most of the day ambushing recruits and leading them on a wild goose chase through the countryside. Xendar allowed himself a small indulgence, grabbing a speeder and inviting the recruits who had been taking part in the exercise to join him. He made his way to a popular nightclub. Stepping inside, and walking up to the bar, he ordered his usual, a non-alcoholic beverage made with spices, milk, and local fruits. Taking his drink, he made his way through the crowds who were waiting for the main show to being. Taking a seat in the very back, Xendar noticed the recruits were sitting with him as well. Looking at them for a moment, he gave a shrug and waited for the show to start. He didn’t have to wait long. As a lone spotlight lit up the stage, the silhouette of a woman appeared. Oriyanna Rathelin, a tall woman with dark skin and platinum blonde hair, stood center stage wearing a simple red dress with a single white flower on it, as the curtain drew back. Looking over the crowd, and seeing Xendar there, she gave him a smile. Then, as the music started to play, she began to sing.
Back in his room later that night, Xendar sat at his desk going over the details of some work planned for the next day. He picked up the flower that was laying on his desk, he gave a small chuckle as he thought how the evening progressed after Oriyanna finished singing. Especially when she joined him at his table. The recruits nearly fell over themselves as they vied for her attention. But To no avail. Her interest was solely in Xendar. And as she left the table to back on stage, she gave Xendar the flower that she had been wearing that evening. Setting the flower back on his desk, he stifled a yawn as he stood up and walked over to his bed. Reaching up and grabbing a pad from the shelf over his bed, he settled down on his bed and began to read. It was one of his favorite stories; Darkness and the Light; The Legend of Revan and Bastila. After reading for a little while, he set the pad down and used the force to turn the lights off in his room as he settled down for the night.