In the shadow of the Massassi Temple, also known as Rebel Base One, there were fires burning. Spitted meat turned on skewers, as the wine and ale flowed freely. Somewhere, someone struck up a tune with a bow and rowdy drum beat soon followed. Hundreds of shadows moved to and fro, footsteps crunching on the frosted grass. The voices and laughter of adults and children alike filled the air, as ensigns mixed with admirals, Jedi with junior cadets and everyone else inbetween.
It was a gathering the likes of which the Rebel Alliance hadn't known for many moons, with faces old and new coming together to celebrate Life Day. As the world from which they had executed the destruction of the Death Star, Yavin 4 seemed like a hell of a fitting choice for a hell of a shindig.
At the fringe of the crowd, Jamo Jakatta ducked low and scooped up a handful of snow, which he padded into a rough ball. He moved on his toes, craning his neck to find the face he was looking for. Sure enough, he spotted the Commander of Rogue Squadron after a minute or two – and moments later the snowball was hurtling through the air at Kelly Perris's handsome head.
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