Meanwhile....
As the sparing few born of privelege turn to Nar Shadaa and the rest of Hutt Space to indulge in decadence and pretend the war isn't happening, there's countless more on The Smuggler's Moon just hoping to escape it's carnage. This had always been a refuge of those with nowhere else to go, and a haven for grifters who prey and profit off that desperation, but with success after success of the First Order, refugees have been coming here by the millions. A few of the optimistic, or the naive, have begun to look beyond the bright lights of Nar Shadaa to their homes, thinking that with the Battle of Exagal proving a decisive defeat for the First Order, that the war may well truly be over soon, and they can return home.
Still, for many others, Nar Shadaa is the only home they've ever known. An end to the war wouldn't change their immediate outlook on life. There was no reason to count on hope here. A lifetime here showed that hope only lead to dying with shattered dreams.
Still, shattered dreams were better than having no dreams at all, right? And, war or not, something did seem different ever since that battle, though it was hard to put a finger on. Something more fealt than seen or heard, but still there. What it did cause was a lack of focus.
"Hey, did you pick up daydreaming as a hobby, or what?"
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