The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds...

[Deel Surool]

Deel leads everyone out of the restaurant, and down the street to a small shop. Inside, racks of clothing in every imaginable style line the walls. A set of three meter high mirrors stand in the corner around a step stool.

A chime rings as you all walk through the door, and a small waist-high bird-like humanoid steps through a curtained doorway in back. He is dressed in dark grey pinstriped trousers, a vest, shirtsleeves and a bow tie. The somber clothing is a stark contrast to his iridescent green feathers, or the crest of red, yellow and blue plumage swept back from the top of his head.

"Master Hobbel," Deel greets the avian tailor, "How wonderful to see you again. I need your assistance. My friends here each need a a wardrobe of formal clothing."

 

[Sen Udo-Mal]

Sen will wait for the others to order then step forward to tailor and say "A simple robe, similar to the one I am wearing now, with a black belt is all I require Master Hobbel, thank you."

 

[Vor'en Kurn]

Vor'en stays near the door, shifting uneasily and scanning the place for easy escape routes, lines of fire, and where to best place explosives to take down the building with a minimum of collateral damage. Falling in to old habits helps ease his nervousness, and he leans against the door, feeling much better, and hoping that everyone will forget that he's here. He was much cheered about the thought of being able to wear armor to the ball, but if there's one thing he hated more than formal clothing, it was dress uniforms. If he was going as a bodyguard, dammit, he'd look like one.

 

[Rorworr]

"I'd like a hat like that." Rorworr points to the object perched on Deel's head. "And something fancy-looking to carry my weapons. And whatever else you think would be appropriate."

Rory starts browsing around the store, looking for anything that comes close to fitting him.

 

[Pbartender]

"I would be glad to be of assistance, Master Surool," the Mrlssti chirps, "I presume you will charging this to Lady Agatha's bill?"

Hobbel steps forward, and directs the Padawans to the clothes racks on one side of the room, where a long line of robes hang. Along one rack hangs the signature dull brown outer robes in every size and shape to fit any alien physiology. The next rack carries the variable inner robes displayed in practically every color, style and material imaginable. "A great many Jedi come to study at the University," he explains, "decide what you like, and I can make alterations to fit."

At Vor'en's hesitation, Hobbel pipes up, "The House Guard uniforms are in the back corner. The Cadriaani dress uniforms are on the left hand side. I also have a wide variety of ceremonial helemts and breastplates on display in the next room, if you wish to see them."

With an appraising eye turned toward Rorworr, he says, "Hrmmm... Yes, I think I have something that will suit you perfectly."

He turns to the others with an inquisitive ruffle of his plumage, "And what shall I do for the rest of you, hrmmm?"

 

[Kelko]

Seeing that no one else is stepping forward, Kelko volunteers to go next. "I suppose I'm next," he says with a resigned sigh. "I'm going to be one of the hunters, so I expect my clothing to be functional. I don't care if you want to give me one of those ridiculous hats," he jerks a thumb at Deel's head at this, "or put gossamer wings on my back, as long as I still have full mobility." No matter what I wear, I'm gonna look silly, so who cares?

 

[Valara]

Valara waits her turn near the rear of the group trailing along behind Set and Sia like a lost puppy. She really, really didn't want to wear a dress, not at all, but she was resigned to it. Maybe I could just use the force to make people think I am wearing one? No, that would be too tiring, she thought to herself with a sigh.

When the avain finally asks her what she would like, she isn't sure what to say. She had been trying to think of ways to get out of it, not ways to get into it. She shrugs her shoulders helplessly. "I have never worn a dress before," she looks back and forth among her 3 fashion consultants, the noble woman, and the two young Jedi, for some support and for the decision making.

 

[Kaz Lo]

"Well shoot, fit me up in one of them Jedi robes too! Heck, we could all go as Jedi, that'd scare em right on outta their fancy dresses!"

Kaz slaps his knee, laughing uproariously at the thought of all those fancy-talking high-brows on tippy-toes around a big bunch of Jedi Knights. At least it would keep em from talkin' to us, he thinks, very unhappy about the idea of being around a bunch of people as slimy as Deel.

"And a big ole blaster! Ya, Jedi's with blasters! Hoo boy it'll be like a Britnak at a Furvey shoot! 'Get yer foofy hair on outta here!' BABLAM KABOOM!" the Zabrak elbows Dorn, getting carried away, "Hey man, show me out to throw stuff around with the Force! They'll wizz all over their goofy shoes!"

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Sia-Lan's cerulean blue eyes widened and she laughed, clapping her in merriment. "Well! I know Arani is very happy now!" the Jedi exclaimed with a wink and a smile. "I don't even know where to start!"

Sliding over to her Zabrak friend, she put an arm around his shoulders. "I see...bright colors for you, my friend...maybe rainbows! What do you think of that?" She gave him a gentle slap on the back before moving off to Rory and ruffling the wookie's fur. "Rory, my friend, no matter what you wear make sure its fit for dancing cuz we are boogie-ing at that ball!" Then Kelko was next as she gave him a squeeze around his shoulders. "And you too, Kelko! You'd look smashing in anything with that perfect green skin."

"And Sen...come on, Sen! Be brave! Live a little...how about a bright red belt!" She suggest with a flourish and then laughed at herself before giving a Vor'en an slap on his armored rear. "And you, Mr. Solider boy, need to loosen up before you become as big of a stick-in the mud as Set over there."

Finally, Sia devoted her attention to Valara's dilemma sensing that her friend really wanted some help.

"Well, I think you should wear something that makes the most of what you've got, and you're a beautiful native girl...so I don't think anything too frilly is in your line." Sia tapped her chin thoughtfully as she glanced at Valara up and down. "I think maybe something silky, curve hugging and in a dark purple to go with your hair highlights? Something that won't be too constrictive and let you move freely."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

raar! multiple account madness, madness I tell you!