fandomhigh | Galactic Tourism, 2nd period

Class met at Portalocity, of course, and today they would find their teacher dressed in her back-home clothes. And talking on her phone.

"No...no, honestly, Commander, it's fine." She sighed and facepalmed. "No, just tell Nox to put anything dangerous in the vault, where it belongs in the first place! And...yes, I appreciate that. No, I'll warn them. Thank you."

She hung up and faced the group. "Hello, everybody. Sorry about that; last-minute questions. Anyway, welcome to Galactic Tourism. I've been spending the longer classes going about Earth, but I know some of you enjoy seeing my galaxy, so that's what this is for."

Their portal opened, and she led them through onto a grassy area at the base of a cliff, a few mid-sized personal ships parked on the grass. It was temperate and breezy, forests around them, and those who were sensitive to that sort of thing would notice it was strong in the Force and balanced between Dark and Light.

"Welcome to Odessen. This is where I call home when I'm not at Fandom. I thought we'd start off with the fact that you're on a planet in another galaxy before I let you get mobbed by its inhabitants. This is the base of our organization which is trying to move from an alliance to a government of sorts. That means it's a rather busy hub of Force users, military, administrative types, scientists, and a group we'll call 'traders' to be polite." Smugglers and pirates. They were smugglers and pirates.

She led the way up a ramp and into the military hangar, a large, open level of plasteel open on one end to the cliffside. Troops of all species (and several different uniforms) moved around it, mostly with determination and purpose, though there was one group off to the side who seemed to be mostly gambling and pushing each other around. (Those of you who had been here before could play "spot the Mandalorians".)

A Rattataki man hurried over to greet the class, nodding to Lana. "Hello and welcome. We don't have anything planned -"

"Which was intentional," Lana broke in. "They're supposed to be seeing us in our natural habitat, not being entertained, Commander."

"You make us sound like zoo animals," the Commander grumped.

"Tell me Scourge isn't worse than a Rancor with a head cold," Lana retorted.

He sighed. "In any event," he told the class, "welcome to Odessen. Enjoy your time here, don't press any buttons you shouldn't, and be warned that if Dr. Oggurobb asks for tests or samples, they are probably invasive and you should ask questions first."

"After that," Lana concluded with a shrug, "what you choose to do for science is up to you. So, why don't we introduce ourselves? I'm Lana Beniko." She bowed. "Former Sith Lord, current Alliance advisor and Fandom instructor. I come from a planet called Dromund Kaas, grew up on a planet called Korriban, and now live here." She gestured around. "And on Fandom. I enjoy good whiskey, poetry, Earth rock music, and annoying politicians in ways they can't do anything about. Next!"

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"Ah, that I understand." He'd seen Sith fashion, too. "Though that one didn't seem too objectionable. Regardless, I'll keep it if you prefer."

"It's not that bad," Lana assured him. "He just prefers his boyfriend without them."

The Commander laughed. "I understand that, too. May yours not make the terrible fashion choices mine has."

"I think we've already passed that station," said Jack, mostly out of obligation, because if he'd met Theron he would have to immediatly retract that. He looked to Lana. "Look, I'm just along for the ride," he said. "You don't need my wishlist."

Lana shrugged. "Fine by me. Go wherever you want, try not to piss people off unless they deserve it, be back here in time or get your own portal home. Cause too much trouble, and I'll tell the Jedi who you are."

She liked to think she knew her audience when making threats.

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