This Side of Tomorrow

A slightly dimmed neon sign grabs his attention. It draws him closer, and Rex only wavers to observe his surroundings. Twenty feet from the door, there’s a narrow break to the right and while he’s intrigued, it’s not alluring enough to pull him from his current curiosity. Not even his observation of the crumbling duracrete walls and the slugs slowly feasting on it stops him.

Pausing under the neon sign, the hum of electricity greets him like an old friend. His gaze traces the soft, dim orange letters and the yellow mug which is flickering slightly.

Glancing over his shoulder, Rex readjusts his hood and enters.

“Qui-Gon has finally agreed to take on a squadron.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi heard the words coming from Master Mace Windu but almost didn’t believe them. For nearly a year now, Obi-Wan had all but been begging his old master to see reason, to not turn his back on the Order nor be a conscientious objector. He reasoned that the Order, the clones, and the Republic needed Jinn’s experience and expertise.