Archive for July, 2011
Those first few months flew by. I stayed close to home while Bermuda adventured. But the loneliness of my work desk at home quickly got to me.
So packed up my fabrics, needles and thread and set out to work closer to the city. The medical center was there near the gate and provided some shade while I hand sampled for materials. I struck up a conversation with the head doctor there who offered to train me in basic medical techniques. I accepted.
Day after day I’d pack my bag full of supplies and sit in the medical center, sewing while waiting for the injured to come in for treatment. It was an ideal arrangement for me. I enjoyed the opportunity to help people and meet new folks. I had plenty of time to work on my clothing between patients. My career was progressing nicely.
One of the more odd things about living outside Bestine was the heavy Imperial presence throughout the area. It wasn’t uncommon at all to see troops from the doorstep of our home.
I was quite nervous the first time I was stopped and asked to submit to a scan. The Captain ran up to me as if I was going to try to make a break for it… with a dozen blasters at the ready?! To be surrounded by the group of them, all starring at me through darkened helmets was frightening.
The scan was soon finished and they moved on.
With so many troops around, it wasn’t long till I was used to such scans. I would even make small talk with the troops as they conducted their work. After all, it was good for business. Just don’t tell Bermuda 
One of the main reasons we set our home outside Bestine was because Bestine had a tailor trainer. While I know many who learned the trade from friends and aquantainces in the business, I always sought my training from the professional trainers found throughout the galaxy. The day I earned my ‘Novice Tailor’ title, Ms. Emaco was there in Bestine offering training for a fee.
I’d practiced making simple shirts and shoes up till that point, but now I was officially a tailor. Bermuda took this photo of me to remember the day…
Bahama, Novice Tailor
(Did I really ever look like that?!?)
Not long after we set up our new home, Bermuda greeted me on our doorstep with a ’surprise’ to show me.
See, he had this love of animals and even took the time and trouble to get them to follow him home. He always so excited to show me his new ‘Fluffy’. My reaction was usually the same.
“You’re not bringing that inside, right?”
That couch didn’t last long and I didn’t bother to try to replace it with another.
I’ve never been a fan of the cantina. Other than delivering clothing to a customer, I prefer to avoid them in general. I suppose it’s partly due to the fact that I’ve often seen things there I wish I hadn’t.
For example, I once went to Mos Eisley to meet up with Bermuda. This is how I found him:
Yeah, there are some things I’d just rather not know….
It didn’t take long for me to learn that this galaxy was a dangerous place. I needed to keep my eyes open, pay attention to my surroundings, avoid the wildlife and know when to run. Despite my misgivings, Bermuda made sure I had a functioning weapon and that I knew how to use it.
What you see in the background is the corpse of the very first creature I ever killed… under Bermuda’s supervision, of course. Impressive, I know.
Still, I avoided having to use it when ever possible. Even calling Bermuda from across the galaxy to come home and please remove the nest of eopie from our doorstep. Which, being the wonderful husband he is, he dutifily did.
Of course once the pests had been removed, the spice he’d consumed to ensure his safety began to wear off… which anyone who’s ever had the stuff knows means a very angry tummy.
Thank goodness I was a tailor and could make myself a new pair of shoes.
Bermuda may not be the most romantic guy in the galaxy but let it not be said he doesn’t know how to show a girl a good time…
What’s more romantic than building a warm, cheery fire and playing some music just for her?
((I’m not sure what to say about the announcement that my beloved Galaxies will be discontinued later this year. While it feels right for SOE’s SWG to end, I can’t begin to put into words the range of emotions I feel thinking back on my history with the game. From the thrill of that first character creation to the anger at the NGE… SWG has been a big part of my life for the past 7 years.
Inspired by this post, I’ve decided it’s a good time to reminisce…))
Back in the day, home ownership would have been something completely out of reach for a tailor still in the beginnings of her career. But thanks to Bermuda’s tireless efforts, he and I were able to purchase our first humble home outside of Bestine.
It felt like we were setting down roots. Little did I know how deep those roots would go…
