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Two months.
Obi-Wan had discovered the Nexus Hotel two months prior and in that time, he hadn't once run across anything remotely resembling an Imperial presence. There wasn't even a Hutt lord in charge of the place, which was surprising, because he imagined a place like this that served as a hub between worlds would be a prime staging point for a cartel. Still, it seemed there was no government at all to speak of and the citizens seemed neutral and benign. It was a safe enough place to hide when things got a bit hairy on Tatooine and it was a wonderful place to escape from the endless sands and the monotony of living in the Jundland Wastes.
Today, he had wandered through the myriad rooms and halls of the hotel before finding a room that had a collection of hot tubs and steam rooms within. The idea of water after spending so long parched on Tatooine was a luxury that Obi-Wan could not resist and it seemed the older he got, the more his muscles and bones protested the long hours of training he still put himself through. It took only a moment to make the decision to slide into one of the pools and he stripped quickly, leaving his robes in a messy pile next to the closest hot tub.
Once in, he couldn't help but sigh and stretch his arms out behind himself, pulling the sore muscles of his back into a delicious stretch that helped work out some of the stiffness and pain. It reminded him of the amenities in the Jedi temple back before the Empire had destroyed it, of the dozens of gymnasiums and hot pools that a weary Jedi or padawan could avail themselves of when the training grew too intense.
"The only thing better would be a massage," Obi-Wan said to himself, heedless of anyone else in the room who might overhear. While he was a wanted man throughout most of the galaxy, here in the Nexus he was perfectly anonymous and it was something he wanted to embrace for the time being. No responsibilities. No fear of being caught.
Simply relaxation.
Obi-Wan had discovered the Nexus Hotel two months prior and in that time, he hadn't once run across anything remotely resembling an Imperial presence. There wasn't even a Hutt lord in charge of the place, which was surprising, because he imagined a place like this that served as a hub between worlds would be a prime staging point for a cartel. Still, it seemed there was no government at all to speak of and the citizens seemed neutral and benign. It was a safe enough place to hide when things got a bit hairy on Tatooine and it was a wonderful place to escape from the endless sands and the monotony of living in the Jundland Wastes.
Today, he had wandered through the myriad rooms and halls of the hotel before finding a room that had a collection of hot tubs and steam rooms within. The idea of water after spending so long parched on Tatooine was a luxury that Obi-Wan could not resist and it seemed the older he got, the more his muscles and bones protested the long hours of training he still put himself through. It took only a moment to make the decision to slide into one of the pools and he stripped quickly, leaving his robes in a messy pile next to the closest hot tub.
Once in, he couldn't help but sigh and stretch his arms out behind himself, pulling the sore muscles of his back into a delicious stretch that helped work out some of the stiffness and pain. It reminded him of the amenities in the Jedi temple back before the Empire had destroyed it, of the dozens of gymnasiums and hot pools that a weary Jedi or padawan could avail themselves of when the training grew too intense.
"The only thing better would be a massage," Obi-Wan said to himself, heedless of anyone else in the room who might overhear. While he was a wanted man throughout most of the galaxy, here in the Nexus he was perfectly anonymous and it was something he wanted to embrace for the time being. No responsibilities. No fear of being caught.
Simply relaxation.