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In a Galaxy Far, Far Away…

October 28th, 2012 by Bahama

I spent the next 16 years in a self-imposed exile.  I hadn’t planned on the life I loved disappearing before my eyes but that’s exactly what had happened.  In so many ways…

See, about the same time my world crumbled I discovered I was pregnant.  I never intended to have children and this news just added to an overwhleming sense of defeat.  I reluctantly returned to my parent’s home.  There I helped with the family business, did my tailoring and raised my son, Bermuda Jr.

True to his nature, Bermuda was in and out of our lives over the course of those years.  He was never around long enough to be full time father so B.J. readily accepted the attention and advice of an old man who lived nearby.  I didn’t realize it at the time but this man was busy filling my son’s head with silly ideas about ‘the force’ and other such ideas.  I regret not having put a stop to it sooner.

By the time I’d heard that things had changed and it might be safe to return to my life in Theed, it was too late.   B.J. was a stubborn, independent-minded 16 year old with his heart set on becoming a ‘jedi’.   Following in his parent’s footsteps, he left home young to go seek his own path.  While I never agreed with the path he chose, I’m secretly proud that he had the courage to follow his heart.

Free of the responsibility of raising him, I longed to go home.  I flew into Bestine nervous, not knowing what to expect.  I was very disappointed to find things so different.  So quiet.

No More Trainers

Trainers were gone.  There was no longer a tailor trainer in Bestine.

Empty Cantina

The cantinas were empty.

Empty Mos E

Even busy Mos Eisley was quiet.  A ghost town.

empty CoronetEmpty Theed

Coronet, Theed,… the story was the same everywhere.  Everyone was gone.

I really didn’t know at this point what would happen.  I didn’t know what to do. The task of rebuilding my life seemed daunting and I wondered if it was worth even attempting.  I travelled the galaxy searching for an answer…


|Bahama-Wear| Is Born

December 12th, 2011 by Bahama

Back in the day, travel wasn’t something you took lightly.  Public transportation was the only option and it wasn’t cheap.  You examined your bank account and thought carefully before buying that ticket.  The excitement you felt while waiting to board was often in direct proportion to the cost of the ticket and the time spent planning for the trip.

My first trip to Naboo was a big deal.  From the moment I stepped foot into the beautiful city of Theed, I was in love.  While I loved our hometown of Bestine, it was clear it wouldn’t be the best place to start a clothing business.  Bermuda did a bit of research for me and came to the conclusion that Theed would be the best choice. 


His involvement in the creation of |Bahama-Wear| didn’t stop there.  He purchased the small generic house and found the ideal location just outside the city.  He funded the initial furnishings, materials for me to stock my first vendor, paid for my tailor education and expressed complete faith in me.  In short, he’s a huge part of how |Bahama-Wear| ever came into being.  And I’m forever grateful for that. 


|Bahama-Wear| was born.  With my shop open for business, I updated my public contact info:

Please visit the |Bahama-Wear| showroom and vendor located just outside Theed at –4323 3419.

(My shop stood there in that same spot on Ahazi from the day I placed it in 2004 till it was packed in the housing pack up event in 2007.  I returned shortly thereafter and replaced it in that same location.  It will be right there when the lights go out 3 days from now.)


April 2nd, 2010 by Bahama

I tossed and turned in bed last night before finally falling into a deep sleep.

I found myself standing in a stark, door less room.  A few feet from me stood a terminal, lit up brightly and beckoning.  I willed myself to move toward it but my feet did not budge.  I struggled for a few moments and finally managed a step… then another.  For a moment I forgot about the terminal and simply delighted in my ability to walk about.

But suddenly a pale Twi’lek appeared.  I froze and watched as she startled awake and without a word immediately went to the terminal and vanished.  My thoughts swirled with questions.  Who was she?  Where did she come from?  Where had she gone?  Had she seen me?  What did that terminal do?

I cautiously made my way to the terminal.  I remember seeing spheres floating, feeling a bit dizzy and I know I reached out toward the terminal… then it all went dark.

A flash.  I was suddenly bathed in light.  I covered my eyes with my hands trying to keep the burning brightness from my vision while also trying to catch a glimpse of my surroundings.  It was hopeless.  I couldn’t see anything but light. 

I became aware of a constant noise, a din.  I listened carefully.  It was voices.  The sound of many people speaking all at once.  But I could not understand what they said.  There are people here.

The moving shadows I was catching glimpses of through the slits between my fingers were people – humanoids of some sort.  I spread my fingers a bit further.  My eyes reacted by involuntarily shutting again but I willed them open desperate to see who was there.  I caught sight of a darker area to my right and stepped toward it. 

I felt the sand on my toes as I stumbled toward what appeared to be a wall.  It blocked some of the light and there in shade my eyes finally adjusted and revealed my surroundings. 

I know this place.

It was Eisley.  Good old Mos Eisley.  And it was packed with people.  More than I’d seen there in a long, long time.  The Medical Center was nearby and I ducked inside to let my eyes recover for a moment. 

What I saw convinced me I must have suffered permanent damage to my eyes.  I saw doctors!  Humanoid doctors!  It’d been so many years since the medical center had employed humanoid doctors.  The work had all been delegated to the surgical droids for so long…. but here they were!  Real doctors tending wounds, curing disease and lifting the spirits of their patients with the kind of bedside manner no surgical droid could offer.

My joy was quickly shattered by the realization that what I was seeing wasn’t quite right.  It was then I noticed my clothing.  I was dressed in rags.  How did I arrive in such a state?  I reached for my backpack only to discover it wasn’t there.  I had nothing.  No clothing, no supplies, no vehicle, no resources…. and no credits?! 

I rushed back outside pushing the panic away.  There had to be an explanation.  What had happened?  It must be a dream.  No, a nightmare.  Certainly something bad will happen now that will prove it.  And then I will wake up and vow never again to eat 3 day old leftovers from the fridge…

Then it happened.  A good friend appeared. He was himself and yet I don’t remember the last time I’d seen him quite so giddy… oh, yes, that time at the Life Day party when he’d had a bit too much to drink. I still wish I could get the image of him in him dancing in his helmet and underwear out of my mind…

Then another friend appeared.  And another.  And another. They all found themselves in similar states of poverty and incompetence but joyfully went about the business of finding work and learning as if it were all normal and expected.

And I find myself wondering…. am I dreaming now?  Or have I finally just woken up after a long, intricate dream of another life?

I don’t suppose it matters much.  Whether I’m there – with the big house, expensive rare items, comfortable bank account balance, factory full of resources, list of well paying customers, collection of vehicles, etc.   Or whether I’m here – dressed in rags, credit less and without a means of transportation save for my well worn sandals…

Either way I have my good friends to keep me company.  And that makes me the richest, luckiest girl in any universe.


(( Loading into the test server of the SWG Emu was nothing short of amazing.  It’s a work in progress but there is so much that’s done and playable.  Seeing the game in it’s original form has only solidified my opinion that with the NGE,  SOE destroyed so much of what once made SWG great.  Judging from the incredible population on the test server of the EMU it would seem that tons of folks agree. 

I encourage you to go to the SWG Emu site, read about the project and witness the passion of the folks working to restore the SWG I love.  And if you’re up for the challenge, log into the test server. 

Look me up when you get there.  I’ll be around, digging in the dirt for the resources to make |Bahama-Wear| clothing to put up for sale… cause my feet are tired and I’d really like to buy a vehicle 😛  ))

An 8 Million Credit Shirt

February 9th, 2008 by Bahama

Casual Shirt

 When I first came back to the galaxy I found that technology had advanced while I was away.  The reverse engineering tool had been invented and tailors were using them to deconstruct enhanced clothing items to make new and better clothing.

Joy.  One of the main reasons I’d chosen tailoring as my career in the first place was because there was no experimentation involved.  None.  Experimentation involves luck and skill, neither of which I have.  I was approached a few times about making enhanced items early on, prompting me to obtain a tool and make an attempt at figuring out how the whole process works.  I took a few notes and played around a bit. But I soon found that although it was less profitable, there was still a market for non-enhanced items.  I packed away my reverse engineering tool having only ever made one enhanced item. A shirt, for my son.

Today I was approached by a gentleman looking for an enhanced shirt.  He had everything I needed, just wanted me to put it together for him.  That didn’t seem too difficult so I agreed.  Upon opening the pack he handed me I immediately froze.  He had given me three 35 power bits.  These are rare.  These were nothing I could ever create in my wildest dreams. Not even surrounded by an army of buffing musicians and a yacht full of lucky trinkets.

While trying not to sound too impressed, I casually asked him how much he estimated the pack he had handed me was worth.  He replied about 8 million credits.

I tried to look cool as I re-read my notes and carefully proceeded. I checked and re-checked every step.  With two of the steps complete I checked the status of the attachment I’d created.  It wasn’t what I’d expected. 

“Uh oh.  Please tell me I did NOT screw this up.”, I said to myself.  What had gone wrong.  I looked back over my notes.  I’d followed the steps why didn’t this look right at all?!

I began calculating the cost of my mistake.  I could clean out my whole bank account and still not have enough to reimburse this gentleman for my mistake.  How would I even tell him?

I swallowed hard and told him, “Uh, I think there might be a problem.”  At that point I’m not sure which of us was more concerned.  I told him it looked as if the power had been reduced in the process.  “Impossible”, he said.  Yet I was staring at the numbers.  Only +11 on the first modification and only +7 on the second. 

I was prepared for all hell to break loose at this point, hoping only that he wouldn’t insist that I sell my house to cover what my bank account could not.

He sort of laughed at me.  Then informed me that indeed, that’s what the finished product should look like.   Phew.  Never been so shaken, or relieved, in my whole life.  I finished the process and handed him back his pack, complete with a perfectly constructed 8 million credit shirt.

I’m just hoping no one else asks me to construct enhanced items for them.  It’s emotionally exhausting!

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Getting Back in Business

February 2nd, 2008 by Bahama

 When I returned to the galaxy a couple of months ago, my first priority was putting my business back in order. 

Local authorities had considered my extended absence abandonment, packed my houses and redistribuited my property. Luckily, the site of my original |Bahama-Wear| shop in Theed hadn’t been taken, so I replaced it. I wasn’t as lucky with my property in Lake Retreat. The land on which I originally built my shop and bed and breakfast had been taken over by new residents. I searched around the lake and eventually found a spot for my shop across the lake from where it used to be. The shop does a surprising amount of business for a little town so far out of the way. Lake Retreat offers some of the best fishing in the galaxy. My fishing supply vendor sells poles and bait to tourists in need of a relaxing pastime. For those who forgot to pack, I keep a stock of bathing suits and casual clothing. 

It would seem that there are fewer weddings at Lake Retreat these days but the bridal vendor is still there for the bride in need of something to wear for her big day… for now.

Lake Retreat Essentials

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