A/N: [Equilibrium playlist now on Spotify.

This fic has ALOT and it is definitely one of my most ambitious fic to date. So if you're wishing to see Vader right away please be patient while the rest of the story unfolds.... It's coming.

OPENING CRAWL is specifically for this chapter only. This is the SET UP which will conclude in the next chapter. You don't necessarily have to read CHAPTER TWO. But it DOES explain what happens at the BEGINNING of ATTACK OF THE CLONES.

The third chapter will be a TIME JUMP with our MAIN character. It will have loosely based Beauty and the Beast elements as well.

I do hope you enjoy.  And please, do drop a vote or feedback 🤍

See end notes.]

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𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐘. 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓, 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀, 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐇. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈-𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐍, 𝐎𝐁𝐈-𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈, 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐐𝐔𝐈-𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓. 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐈 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 AS 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊, WHILE 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒  𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄...

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P R E L U D E

34 BBY╘══════════════════

ONE YEAR BEFORE THE TRADE FEDERATION BLOCKADE—CORUSCANT.

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THE METALLIC GLARE OF THE PLANETS' ORBITAL MIRRORS receded. Daylight fell and night unveiled billions of physical stars that spanned the galaxy.

Glaring, large stalagmites rose high into the artificial skies and dominated the capital of the Republic, Coruscant. It obscured the natural formations the planet possessed in the golden age of the Old Republic.

Air filtered through oxygen regulators with ecological water in artificial aquifers. Any organic source of life was preserved in climate-change museums and biomes.

A silvery refraction from the planet caught the apt attention of seasoned pilots and off-worlders. The Core World amassed over 5,000 levels from its surface. Skylanes provided air traffic set with auto navigation systems to prevent collisions, as thousands of speeders, freighters, and transports remained in a continuous loop of traffic.

Over one trillion sentient beings belonged to the homeworld, Coruscant. It was the central hub for the intergalactic headquarters of governmental and cultural affluence. The capital's elites positioned themselves in higher altitudes of purified air, erecting cultural monoliths, fine arts, and politics. While those of less fortune were pushed into the lower dwellings of Coruscant's underbelly, a dangerous and crime-infested cesspool.

The lower levels often subjected to the toxic wastes of factories and space vehicular fumes, troubled Jedi Knight and Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.

An ever-widening chasm existed between the rich and the poor class. Those above blissfully uneducated about the underground world since it did not benefit their positions in The Senate.

The Jedi Council revered as the Guardians of the Peace across the galaxies, were unfortunately tied up in the political conundrums. It permeated the Jedi Temple. Another reason Qui-Gon had refused a seat on the Jedi High Council. As a valued leader to the order itself, his headstrong nature and questionable conduct didn't bode well for the elders.

The Jedi were becoming too entrenched in politics which troubled him. A small whisper from within his conscience hinted at an unraveling corruption amongst political factions that Grandmaster Yoda himself, was not exempt from.

Unlike the teachings of old Jed'aii, arrogance was clouding judgments and rigidity in rules creating heated discourse. This wasn't the first time he'd questioned The Council since he relied on the Force rather than seeking out his High Masters.

Yet again, he was going against the elders much to the chagrin of young Obi-Wan Kenobi. Those attentive blue eyes surfaced beneath a course tawny hood, his shorn hair and elongated braid representing the symbiotic relationship between Padawan and Master.

Smog hovered over the broken ferroncrete that crunched underfoot. The nerf hide boots customed for treacherous missions reflected off a plethora of neon lights.

Refracting off the oiled puddles, signs featured seedy displays of the city's nightlife and pleasures, attracting Slythmongers peddling cheap narcotics outside the clubs.

Not for the first time, Qui-Gon's actions suggested his usage of the Jedi Code as a tool rather than as guidance. This irked Obi-Wan; a stickler for rules and formalities. Any predilections he had for his Master was overshadowed by their current—quite grim—predicament.

He remained an unwilling participant that considered this transgression against The Jedi High Council. "I, I don't understand, Master," Obi-Wan began in slight hesitation hinting to a unique bond had been forged over their tumultuous missions together. As evidenced by his muted tone he didn't wish to displease his Master. "The Council should know. This could prove a danger unforeseen. It's completely against the Jedi Code."

At this, Qui-Gon stopped and turned to his still, guileless Apprentice. His wizened blue eyes shone of years adhering to the Living Force rather than austere principles. Long tresses of brown were swept back in a leather tie from a broad forehead. The rugged, patchy beard along an angular jawline giving the appearance of monastic subservience.

The corners of his eyes crinkled while sternly leveled at Obi-Wan. "What would you have me do then, my still very young, Apprentice?"

Obi-Wan almost flinched at the chide but straightened himself. "Forgive me, Master. I'm troubled by your course of action. The Council specifically stated all alchemist experiments were to be terminated. Especially if these mad scientists were steeped in Sith origins like Grandmaster Yoda suspects."

At the lip of the alley, a dark shadow fell over Qui-Gons' grave face. No stranger to the perils of a Jedi's life. All of which had left its scars and thus, another wrinkle birthed. It had only thickened his skin and sharpened his attunement to the Force, a purpose that was felt in the weighted grip of his plasma-green blade.

However, no experience cleaved from the planets he'd once travailed with his old serrenian Master Dooku, could've prepared him. Even with Arkania's extensive history of the Sith and the orchestrated takedown during the Arkanian Revolution led by Master Windu. Certain practices of the dark-side wielders seemed not entirely dissolved. Thus he and his Padawan had been summoned to investigate, the remnants of dark alchemy found within the icy fortresses...

  {Flashback}

Subject 515.

His eyes fell across the tacked-on number above the gilded cage. He peered closer, his own eyes widening at a shadowed figure surfacing behind his illuminated blade.

  Near skeletal hands grasped the bars, their skin delicate and paper thin.

He sensed his blade retract while gazing into the sunken, hollowed sockets of a young... girl. The evidence of trauma and her sudden sensitivity to the light hinted of a life shrouded in darkness; a deep-rooted torment.

This youngling was no more than six standard years. With gaunt cheekbones and a pattern of faint markings, the flaking skin revealed the inhumane prolonged confinement in a climate-controlled laboratory. Her dark lips were split, blood crusted into matted, silverish hair. Yet her eyes remained locked onto his and reflected like a kyber crystal.

Surrounding her was a tendril of darkness off of a presence he couldn't place. Yet it remained faint, no more than a shadowed echo.

The Force beckoned him, urging him to look deeper into the window of her spirit. Within the woven tapestry of her life were strands threaded with pain and suffering. But far beneath that was where he saw it. A glimmer like cold starlight was intertwined in the threads, flickering like a beacon in the encapsulating darkness.

Light.

  At this, the Force relinquished hold. With a small nod of subservience, Qui-Gon raised one hand with his eyes drawing closed, his breath unfurling in the cavernous chill. Focusing on the pull of the Force, it flowed like the vessel of a heartbeat and pulsated as he twisted a wrist.

With an audible clack, the locks shuddered, severing the stun guns that sparked and clattered to the floor.

  Obi-Wan who remained outside as a lookout, would surely give him an earful for this. But Qui-Gon was not the master of this little one's fate. Nor were The Council her executor as the Force conveyed.

Nevertheless, disobeying a direct order risked expulsion from the Jedi Order. His young Apprentice would be passed to another Jedi Master and Qui-Gon's lightsaber, destroyed.

If The Council found out.

But Qui-Gon could not, in good conscience, end an innocent life. Especially a child that reminded him of the younglings in the Jedi Temple. That was the way of the Sith. It was not the way of the Jedi. This child had yet to choose her path and as such, it would be her decision alone.

Qui-Gon knew he'd responded to the Force's call when it pulled taut like a bow from within. Thus, every decision he'd made drew him closer to his destiny which he allowed himself to be guided...

A warmth settled within his being, softening the effervescent blue of his eyes. "Found in a cage, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said softly.

At this, he stepped aside to reveal said humanoid. Pale nearly bluish fingers lacking nourished sunlight clung to his belted linen tunic. Half sheltered in his Jedi robes, his lips stretched into a small, reassuring smile.

  At this, the youngling's eyes wavered to his.

A tendril of trust brushed against his mind. However, it severed the moment her attention snapped to Obi-Wan with clear caution.

"Search your feelings my young, Apprentice," Qui-Gon urged, the younglings strained emotions wavering back and forth. "Trust, what you find and what I must do."

He placed a guiding hand against the child's spine visible beneath the oversized tunic. It made their situation even more dire. Ration bars had done little to curb her severe malnourishment.

Music and dialects from various off-world creatures and humanoids cadenced as they exited the alleyway not far from the shipyard where they'd docked, into Coco (Collective Commerce District) Town sector. The upper-level district was filled with a variety of exclusive storefronts, restaurants, and old-style diners. Often the district catered to those in maintenance who worked on the surface above.

There were throngs of scantily clad humanoids with solloops hairstyles. Twi'leks winked with a curl of rouged lips as Qui-Gon sifted through the nightlife Coruscantis. A couple of Rodians passed, instantly dismissing the Jedi with a wave of their snouts, their bulbous eyes glimmering with disdain.

At this, Qui-Gon felt the child tighten her grip on his utility belt. Yet, rather than sensing hostility a kindling of bravery took precedence, her steps more sure while crossing into the business section of the industrialized hub, to Didi's Café.

It was a quaint structure retrofitted with repulsorlifts. Red lights illuminated the round structure, the windows permanently fogged from the fumes that permeated the dilapidated city. It was a stark contrast from the hustle of cantinas and gambling dens.

The café considered a trusted resource to the Jedi Order, was infamous for its backroom dealings and knowledge gleaned from the planet's inhabitants and off-world freighters. Qui-Gon Jinn had respect for Didi Oddo and his adoptive daughter, Astri. Their loyalties were considered invaluable. But with their status invited enemies in their midst and for the sake of their expanding family, they were selling off the property.

An hour before over they'd spoken with the café's newest cook over the ship's transmission. Qui-Gon had mentally prepped for the meeting to come. He rapped a knuckle against the back door hidden behind a large trash compact.

Once, twice, and once more again.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Obi-Wan mumbled, sighing. He pursed his lips with a shake of his head but remained alongside his Master. Keeping a keen eye he kept scanning the perimeters, as if The Council would spontaneously appear.

Qui-Gon looked to his Padawan earnestly while the uneasiness passed through him. "Calm yourself, Obi-Wan. The child has been through a great deal and she can sense your tension."

Before Obi-Wan could retort, the door jostled with a crick and flew back. Revealed was a large, hulking figure of a Besalisk. A wide-toothed smile stretched below a thick bushel of whiskers—sensors—across a massive face. The male Besalisk crest dwarfed them, domineering. A port belly protruded from a stained shirt and stretched britches, while four large arms extended with massive hands.

Dexter Jettster.

"Hello, old friend." Qui-Gon greeted fondly, mellifluously.

At this the child huddled closer.

In the not-so-distant past, Qui-Gon came across the Besalisk on the barren, mining world located in the Outer Rim Territories: Ord Sigatt. Sent to investigate a mining ship's disappearance, Dex would later confess to being the cause of the protest to the tyrannical mining and refinery corporation on the planet. Later, the Besalisk would impress the two with his broad experience and retentive memory. But most of all, his cooking. Shortly after, he'd closed his donut business and make the move to Coruscant in favor of setting his aspirations elsewhere.

Diddi's café.

The sliders and Jawa juices he'd recently concocted paired with a gaudy sense of humor, had attracted all walks across the galaxies. Unbeknownst to many this made him an asset. Harboring nuggets of information from diverse contacts to the fringes of the planet's underworld.

At the moment, Dex owed Qui-Gon a favor from such times past.

"Qui-Gon and young Obi-Wan!" The Besalisk beamed with a low, booming voice. His hunk of teeth bled beneath the restaurant's flaring beams. Laquered golden eyes gleamed with hospitable charm. "Good 'tah see ya. Diddi told me this would be the best meetin' place. He just left, c'mon in!"

"I think I'll stay here," Obi-Wan nodded to them with a furrowed brow. It spoke volumes as Dexter held the door open, his stance apprehensive. "Can never be too careful. I'll stay in the shadows to keep a low profile, Master."

"Very well," Qui-Gon acquiesced, Dexter's keen eyes watching the exchange. He nodded back to his Padawan whose anxiety remained palpable. "This shouldn't take more than a few minutes."

Obi-Wan looked at the child.

She glanced back at him with a hint of curiosity.

With a purse of lips, the young Padawan turned on his heel and blended into the shadows.

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The inside of the establishment was encased in darkness. Sparse light that filtered through the fogged glass illuminated rows of plastic sheets over bar stools, a jukebox, and rounded tables of durasteel. The main dining area remained layered with various utensils and appliances.

The Besalisk held out an arm, one dexterous finger pointed towards an uncovered booth. "Apologize for the mess, Jinn, renovations are a kriffing pain." His laugh rumbled through the air, followed by a stiff gait from age gradually taking its toll. Particularly one who had led an extreme scavenger's life across several solar systems. "Negotiating alone aged me, kork."

Qui-Gon laughed lightly though it was hardly filled with mirth. Sensing no further disturbance, he discarded his robe. Once settled he draped it over the child's shoulders. Her gratefulness shone with her fingers curling into the tawny robe, fixing an inquisitive eye upon the beast.

"Well, hello there." Dexter caught her eye, setting two thick arms above the table with an audible smack. The sheer size was ten times her entire body. "Yer a tiny little nugget." He laughed heartily causing the wattle of his jugular to jiggle. "Good thing I packed some good chow for yeh' on the way, out then, eh?"

He winked.

The girl looked at him puzzled.

She shifted closer to Qui-Gon who rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. "She's a bit frenetic yet, having been through a great ordeal. I trust you were able to find this, former senator of the Republic you knew?"

"I was able to track him down. Lives on Naboo in an outer outcropping. Around Moenia, I believe."

"Very well, and he's within orbit?"

"Believe so, said he'd be arriving in two parsecs."

"And you believe the girl will be in good hands?"

"Ah, Jinn, do I sense care for the kiddo?" Dexter's eyes glimmered hardly teasing. Gleaned from informative expeditions over the years, Jedi were not allowed to form attachments. Qui-Gon wasn't the usual Jedi and Dex had seen this with his familial bond with Obi-Wan. "He is a trusted ally, Jinn," he added. "With a family willing to take in the girl as their own."

"She appears to be an offshoot of some kind.  The clawed markings speak of Arkanian origin. But she's unregistered in the data banks. That's as much as I was able to gather before destroying evidence. I can only temporarily cloak her presence here." Even as he spoke the exercised effort was causing perspiring beads of sweat to glaze his forehead. "The Jedi Order will no doubt hunt her should she be found out. I've done all I can, but she will need to go off-planet to avoid detection."

"Wise man you are, Jinn. Not 'tah worry, they'll keep her off record. If there's one thing I've learned ov'r the years things are not always so black and white. Yer know?"

"I sense there is another reason why this senator left The Senate?"

"To put it lightly. The mans got a good heart but couldn't take some back dealings happenin'. Greedy systems corrupt as druk."

"He sounds like a wise man. Very well, I look forward to his arrival."

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  Once the transport disappeared into a fray of speeders, Qui-Gon looked for Obi-Wan. He dispatched himself from the shadows, scanning the skies with apprehensive eyes to the traffic circling above. "I trust negotiations went smoothly then, Master?"

Qui-Gon shook his head, throwing up his hood. "No negotiations needed. Dexter owed me a favor and I came to collect." He crooked his head, his eyes suddenly piercing upon the delivery of his next words. "The Council must never learn of what transpired this night. Understand?"

Obi-Wan could sense the gravity of this by the edge it carried in his Master's words. He had always been one to abide by every rule. In this particular circumstance, he knew he could not. "I understand, Master," he added in sincere subservience. "Though I can't help but wonder... why this youngling is so important to you?"

The corner of Qui-Gons' lip curled. A sense of peace embraced him in the course of the youngling's destiny. "There is still so much you have yet to learn, my young Apprentice. I am not to disclose what has been conveyed to me. Just trust, in the will of the Force."

The youngling leaving Coruscant for her new life
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And it has officially commenced! Now I can't say this story will be updated on a schedule. I am taking my loving time with this piece. I don't wish to rush this.

There are a lot of Legends and extra details sprinkled throughout this story. See if you can catch them😉 I am well versed in Star Wars and take it very seriously but please correct me on any mistakes of course! If you see timelines switched around or events that aren't in a canonical timeline, it's on purpose.

This was merely the Prelude.

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FUN FACT: Before Dexter's Diner was Diddi's café. A father and his adoptive daughter who owned the establishment were good friends with the Jedi Order including, a young Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui Gon Jinn, and even Yoda. Because they were considered a valued asset, giving the Jedi valuable information from those who frequented the establishment, made them a target for criminals and the ilk. After his daughter married, Diddi Ordo sold the café and retreated to Core World Duneeden, home of the Cascardi Mountains. Diddi ran a private retreat there, leaving Dexter Jettster, to take over the establishment.

Renaming it Dexter's Diner

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INDEX

Solloop Hairstyles: A common hairstyle on a female humanoid in the underbelly of Coruscant. Stands up straight in curled loops.

Repulsorlifts: anti-gravity technology used to levitate an object.

Druk: shit in Star Wars swear words

Kriffing: Fucking in Star Wars swear words

Off-shoot: Meaning half species half not

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