Cata Family Roadtrip Pt. 1 (Currently non-canon)
Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I don't know if this omake is long enough, it's only like 900 words. Oh jeez, I don't know...
Fuck it.
"I'm your grandfather?" guessed Silas with a shrug.
Galvin's eyes narrowed. "Give me a good reason I shouldn't shoot you right now."
"Ciaran sent me, and if you shot me now, she'd hunt you to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. And you'd probably disappoint that little lady of yours down in the labs." teased Silas.
"Damn it." Cursed Galvin, holstering his blaster. "So what does she want this time?"
"Investigating some force sect on Jedha. Larana will be coming along too. More the merrier." said Silas.
"Where the hell is Jedha?" asked Galvin as he turned back to his drink.
"In the Freestanding Subsectors in the Mid Rim. Middle of nowhere. Which is why Ciaran thinks there might be something interesting that no one else has gotten to yet." Said Silas, sitting down and ordering a drink of his own. "The place is some kind of spiritual home for the Jedi, but it's so far out of the way that they don't really go there."
"Fine, what kind of weather should I pack for?" sighed Galvin.
Jedha, for all Silas' talk of being deserted, was actually pretty bustling. I reminded Galvin of Tatooine, if a little less boisterous without the economic influence of the Hutts. The only real population center was Jedha temple, located in the middle of some abandoned temple. The rest of the planet was desert, spotted with ruins and the occasional mountain.
"We'll split up in the city, see if we can't find any leads. Meet up in the market later and try not to get yourselves killed, okay?" said Silas, waiting for confirmation from Larana and Galvin before heading off into the city.
Galvin didn't have any contacts on Jedha, so he decided he might as well shop around. He found it was the easiest way to make contacts, buying things and looking for the shadiest guy selling them. Most of the stalls were food or worthless trinkets though. Apparently he'd found himself the good market, which was an odd feeling. A few trinkets caught his eye though.
"How much for this ring?" asked Galvin, picking up a silver band with a shiny gem of some kind embedded in it. Galvin wasn't sure exactly what Cheriss would like, but he'd found that rings with shiny rocks were always a safe bet.
"That is a very rare gem. Only found in the stomachs of Krayt dragons, and they disintegrate upon contact with air if not treated properly. Once made stable though, they shine as the brightest gems in the galaxy." said the merchant. Galvin was insulted that the man thought him so easily duped. It was a pretty rock, but if it were half as difficult to obtain as the fool made it out to be, there was no way he'd have it.
"Neat. How much is it?" said Galvin, clearly having none of it.
"You're getting that for your girlfriend? Are you stupid boy?" Galvin turned to see his grandfather berating him.
"First of all, she's a paramour, not a girlfriend. No one can tie me down." corrected Galvin. "Second of all, she'll love this. All women love gems."
"Most women love gems. And most women also aren't sentient rocks. It would be like her getting you a necklace made of severed Wookie arms. A great way to get her mad at you." said Silas.
"Fine then, oh wise one." Said Galvin, voice dripping with sarcasm. "What would you suggest then?"
Silas looked around the table with various trinkets were laid out. The merchant was clearly miffed about not selling the ring, but hopeful that Silas would buy something at least. "This would be good." said Silas, picking up a green crystal roughly the length of his head.
"Is your memory going old man? You chewed me out for picking a gem not thirty seconds ago." deadpanned Galvin.
"Gems and minerals are a bad idea, but this is a kyber crystal, and a damn fine quality one too. You use these to make lightsabers, or blasters too powerful for their own good. No Shard would want a gemstone, but no scientist could turn down a kyber crystal this good." Said Silas, setting it back down on the table. "How much?"
"Well, since it's so rare…" said the merchant, clearly trying to figure out a price for what he had previously thought to just be a shiny rock.
"Cut the crap." Said Galvin. "I'll give you fifty credits for it. And good luck getting anyone else to believe that's a rare crystal."
"Republic credits are no good out here, I need something more real." complained the merchant. Galvin quietly cursed. Any other money he had was valid in places even further than the Republic.
Out of ideas, Galvin drew his blaster and pointed it at the merchant. "Credits will do fine."
"Is there some Jedi around pulling mind tricks, haha? Because I think they just made me say credits weren't valid, what a crazy thing to say!" said the merchant, frantically backpedaling.
"Perfect." Galvin pocketed the crystal and tossed fifty credits on the table. "Thank you for your business."
AN: As the great Han Solo once said, "Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side." Cheriss did love her gift, both for the sentiment, and the research opportunities. Anyways, this'll be a two parter. Problem is I'm moving tomorrow, so expect the Adventures of Larana… eventually.
Fuck it.
Cata Family Roadtrip Pt. I
"Give me one reason I shouldn't shoot you right now, old man." Said Galvin, blaster pistol leveled at Silas Catas' face. The bar they were in was seedy enough that no one was even giving them any attention.
"I'm your grandfather?" guessed Silas with a shrug.
Galvin's eyes narrowed. "Give me a good reason I shouldn't shoot you right now."
"Ciaran sent me, and if you shot me now, she'd hunt you to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. And you'd probably disappoint that little lady of yours down in the labs." teased Silas.
"Damn it." Cursed Galvin, holstering his blaster. "So what does she want this time?"
"Investigating some force sect on Jedha. Larana will be coming along too. More the merrier." said Silas.
"Where the hell is Jedha?" asked Galvin as he turned back to his drink.
"In the Freestanding Subsectors in the Mid Rim. Middle of nowhere. Which is why Ciaran thinks there might be something interesting that no one else has gotten to yet." Said Silas, sitting down and ordering a drink of his own. "The place is some kind of spiritual home for the Jedi, but it's so far out of the way that they don't really go there."
"Fine, what kind of weather should I pack for?" sighed Galvin.
XXX
Jedha, for all Silas' talk of being deserted, was actually pretty bustling. I reminded Galvin of Tatooine, if a little less boisterous without the economic influence of the Hutts. The only real population center was Jedha temple, located in the middle of some abandoned temple. The rest of the planet was desert, spotted with ruins and the occasional mountain.
"We'll split up in the city, see if we can't find any leads. Meet up in the market later and try not to get yourselves killed, okay?" said Silas, waiting for confirmation from Larana and Galvin before heading off into the city.
Galvin didn't have any contacts on Jedha, so he decided he might as well shop around. He found it was the easiest way to make contacts, buying things and looking for the shadiest guy selling them. Most of the stalls were food or worthless trinkets though. Apparently he'd found himself the good market, which was an odd feeling. A few trinkets caught his eye though.
"How much for this ring?" asked Galvin, picking up a silver band with a shiny gem of some kind embedded in it. Galvin wasn't sure exactly what Cheriss would like, but he'd found that rings with shiny rocks were always a safe bet.
"That is a very rare gem. Only found in the stomachs of Krayt dragons, and they disintegrate upon contact with air if not treated properly. Once made stable though, they shine as the brightest gems in the galaxy." said the merchant. Galvin was insulted that the man thought him so easily duped. It was a pretty rock, but if it were half as difficult to obtain as the fool made it out to be, there was no way he'd have it.
"Neat. How much is it?" said Galvin, clearly having none of it.
"You're getting that for your girlfriend? Are you stupid boy?" Galvin turned to see his grandfather berating him.
"First of all, she's a paramour, not a girlfriend. No one can tie me down." corrected Galvin. "Second of all, she'll love this. All women love gems."
"Most women love gems. And most women also aren't sentient rocks. It would be like her getting you a necklace made of severed Wookie arms. A great way to get her mad at you." said Silas.
"Fine then, oh wise one." Said Galvin, voice dripping with sarcasm. "What would you suggest then?"
Silas looked around the table with various trinkets were laid out. The merchant was clearly miffed about not selling the ring, but hopeful that Silas would buy something at least. "This would be good." said Silas, picking up a green crystal roughly the length of his head.
"Is your memory going old man? You chewed me out for picking a gem not thirty seconds ago." deadpanned Galvin.
"Gems and minerals are a bad idea, but this is a kyber crystal, and a damn fine quality one too. You use these to make lightsabers, or blasters too powerful for their own good. No Shard would want a gemstone, but no scientist could turn down a kyber crystal this good." Said Silas, setting it back down on the table. "How much?"
"Well, since it's so rare…" said the merchant, clearly trying to figure out a price for what he had previously thought to just be a shiny rock.
"Cut the crap." Said Galvin. "I'll give you fifty credits for it. And good luck getting anyone else to believe that's a rare crystal."
"Republic credits are no good out here, I need something more real." complained the merchant. Galvin quietly cursed. Any other money he had was valid in places even further than the Republic.
Out of ideas, Galvin drew his blaster and pointed it at the merchant. "Credits will do fine."
"Is there some Jedi around pulling mind tricks, haha? Because I think they just made me say credits weren't valid, what a crazy thing to say!" said the merchant, frantically backpedaling.
"Perfect." Galvin pocketed the crystal and tossed fifty credits on the table. "Thank you for your business."
AN: As the great Han Solo once said, "Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side." Cheriss did love her gift, both for the sentiment, and the research opportunities. Anyways, this'll be a two parter. Problem is I'm moving tomorrow, so expect the Adventures of Larana… eventually.
