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for_everyone) wrote2018-01-14 05:37 pm
for_everyone) wrote2018-01-14 05:37 pm
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It's not as though there's ever a good place to be on E Day. It did often make for a good distraction, depending on how much the local governors and ministers had invested in parades or other celebrations. Any major system would be required to put on some kind of ceremony, though especially in minor industrial colonies, watching the annual message from the Emperor might be the most expected of citizens and Imps alike. Regardless, it was a consistent, predictable break in Imperial patterns – which meant that the weeks leading up to Empire Day were always dedicated to coming up with plans to exploit it.
There was a plan for today, but they weren't planning to start until early evening. The quarries on this colony were worked throughout the day, and rather than give the workers additional time off, the message had been scheduled for deep in the night, when no shifts were scheduled, as it was too cold to run the quarries. In the meantime, Kanan and Hera had taken up seats in The Half Moon, a large, open canteen that catered in particular to the largely Twi'lek colonists. There are also groups of humans, and smaller numbers of Rodians, Sullustans, Suertons, but most are Twi'leks, workers and families grabbing meals between their shifts. Even with the long hours, and the shorter rest period they'll get tonight, most of the workers seem happy here, spouses and friends shouting to each other across the room, children running out from under the tables.
And it wasn't common for Hera to come across a place that served the kind of bitter dishes she'd missed off Ryloth. Fortunately for Kanan, those aren't the only options. He'd taken a table near the edge of the room, moving carefully as he did so, while Hera had taken similar, cautions steps toward the long counters at the front. After nearly ten minutes, she returns, carrying two trays and this time moving openly and easily.
She sets down one of the trays in front of Kanan. The dish looks like a hunk of meat, and a pile of pale grains mixed with stewed vegetables.
"It's done."
There was a plan for today, but they weren't planning to start until early evening. The quarries on this colony were worked throughout the day, and rather than give the workers additional time off, the message had been scheduled for deep in the night, when no shifts were scheduled, as it was too cold to run the quarries. In the meantime, Kanan and Hera had taken up seats in The Half Moon, a large, open canteen that catered in particular to the largely Twi'lek colonists. There are also groups of humans, and smaller numbers of Rodians, Sullustans, Suertons, but most are Twi'leks, workers and families grabbing meals between their shifts. Even with the long hours, and the shorter rest period they'll get tonight, most of the workers seem happy here, spouses and friends shouting to each other across the room, children running out from under the tables.
And it wasn't common for Hera to come across a place that served the kind of bitter dishes she'd missed off Ryloth. Fortunately for Kanan, those aren't the only options. He'd taken a table near the edge of the room, moving carefully as he did so, while Hera had taken similar, cautions steps toward the long counters at the front. After nearly ten minutes, she returns, carrying two trays and this time moving openly and easily.
She sets down one of the trays in front of Kanan. The dish looks like a hunk of meat, and a pile of pale grains mixed with stewed vegetables.
"It's done."