The Image Designer Tent

Woke up this morning and went to report in for my job at the Image Designer Tent. Things were going well until what must have been one of those evil Jedi you hear about, kinda like that Lord Darth Vader character, came in and killed my client with his lightsaber. At least it didn't leave a mess, but I started to talk back about how uncool that was, and that he could have waited until I was at least finished doing my job. His response, cut me down with that damned saber of his. The nerve of some people. So immediately after being revived at the local cloning center, I immediately sent out a message of complaint at how rude he had been. His response a couple of hours later? You shouldn't have been helping a Rebel and talked back. How the hell was I to know the guy had been a Rebel? To me he was just a fish like creature that had credits to spend on a manicure/pedicure. Needless to say, that turned me off from the Empire immediately and I sought out these Rebels to join their cause. Having no fighting skills, this turned out to be a lot harder than I had thought. So I signed up for some Teras Kasi lessons at the local Dojo. Thanks to my years of dancing I caught on quick, but it was still a hard first lesson.