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@stubborn-amphibian | continued

“You’re a Mandalorian with a very specific set of skills,” Vi scoffs playfully. “The odds are in your favour.”

An orange skinned nautolan hovers beside Vi and taps his foot. “So do we have a deal, or not?”

“Patience, brother,” Vi says softly. She finds his shoulder with her metal hand and rests it there. He seems to relax slightly, but he crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. Vi turns her attention back to the human woman. “Eryn, I know we haven’t spoken in years, but our people need these blasters. Our freedom fighters are barely scraping by and I heard you may know where to find them.”

"The odds always were." One way or another — whether by luck, by chance, by the will of the Force, things have shaken out more or less well enough to let the redhead land on her feet.

That didn't make it any less of a strange relief to see an old friend alive again. And, seemingly well enough for all she's gotten entangled in.

And then Eryn heaved a sigh, sobering as she returns to the subject truly at hand — acquiring weapons for the fledgling fighters. "I know where to find them, yes. But getting them isn't so easy." That's why I'm here. That's why several of my vode are here, too. "As I'm sure you and yours have found out."

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[ @visionhaunted -> Mara ] [ unprompted ] "Hey aunt Mara, I actually listened to what you said and got new clothes." he gestured to the slightly mismatched robes he had bought from some mon cal on the nearby promenade deck. He would have just borrowed clothes from his uncle but Mara had slipped some credits into his hands and sent him off to go shopping for himself. Maybe it was her attempt at getting him out there even though he didn't really have any interest in touring the city. Everyone seemed very focused on keeping him out of the loop. He didn't like that. "Here's the rest of the money, I didn't need much of it. I've been trying to get my uncle to tell me whats happening with the order right now but he said I'm still 'on vacation' so he won't tell me. You wouldn't happen to know anything, would you?" [hey so about that time mara told jacen to go have fun and be a KID-]

Alright, so... he didn't seem to have his mother's sense for dress. It was hardly surprising — Mara has spent enough time with the Skywalker-Solos to know the only person with any idea of presentation was Leia herself. Even Luke, her dear husband, felt that his black robes were the height of fashion ( and, as a mental note, Mara needed to collect another set or two before Luke wore his current ones fully threadbare ).

"You know, when you hand credits to a kid," not so much a kid anymore, is he? "and tell him to 'go have fun', you usually aren't expecting to see most of them back." Then again, Jacen's idea of fun didn't typically trend towards the urbane.

Ah, but he thinks he's a little sneaky. Giving her nephew a critical once-over, the Jedi Master shrugged, feigning nonchalance ( not much to feign when she truly is enjoying her own day out in the city ).

The returned credits linger in the palm of her hand, as if half tempting the Solo boy to take them back, go find another adventure out in the city to occupy his restless mind. "Grandmaster Skywalker put you on shore leave, so I suggest you enjoy it while you have it."

Despite the words, Mara's tone remains light, knowing Jacen was less than fond about being benched, for lack of a better turn of phrase.