The Neo-Crusaders are defeated, the planet is saved and the medals have been given out. Now you can get down to the important business of the celebrations! The Concord Dawn and Kandra's Run are packed as almost every single Hoper, all the local residents and guests from far and wide descend for an evening (and then early morning, mid morning and late morning) or festivities.
Food and drink flow freely, music echoes from half a dozen stages and citizens embrace one another. All around you are smiles and tears. Families reunited, friends who came home safe. Survivors who can't believe it and optimists loudly happy to be proved right.
A few points of note:
General Novar sits at the center of a ring of soldiers (many from the 277th) challenging and winning arm wrestling contest after contest, somehow smoking a cigar in his other hand the whole time.
Master Mobok has somehow (and this might be more unlikely than liberating the planet) been persuaded to sing. The Jedi Master turns out to have an excellent voice which easily cuts through the crowd. Any Jedi passing nearby are liable to be roped into assisting her performance.
Nimi Roth has found a quieter corner against the cantina and appears to be fleecing anyone who stops by at Sabacc. Although she's generous enough to buy the losers a drink afterwards.
1st Ranger Uffob can dance...maybe a little too well given his size. Damn near supernatural agility. He and most of the rangers are at a dance floor absolutely shredding it, although even here the veteran sentients keep their weapons near.
Mayor Camali Evevos has nodded off in a chair near the food while Ciph and his whole clan sit protectively around her, sharing meals and laughing about the past months.
Bevin Connors holds a drink looking awkward as veterans from the capital siege seem to keep finding him and offering him a hug or a sincere word of thanks. He only seems to relax for a moment when the Aqualish sergeant by his side makes a joke.
