Despite her confusion with many of the customs on Sol, Celeste still knew what entertainment was. Really, you couldn't land on a planet anymore without getting bombarded by loud, colorful advertisements for whatever local production was getting popular, or whatever the latest sensation sweeping the galaxy was. (The worst ones were the psychic projections, you couldn't just ignore those by closing your eyes and sticking fingers in your ears.)
Yet even here, on this beautiful, backwater planet, there was always excitement about something.
In this latest case, it was the weekly "Mandalorian night" at her partner's domicile.
"C'mon, buffer already…!" hissed Nicole, clutching her media control device so hard that the color was starting to faintly drain from her knuckles.
The Tendricite native merely sat next to her on the chez lounge, holding a large bowl filled with grain particles that had been excited by radiation until they became puffy. (The churned dairy and sodium chloride on top made it surprisingly palatable.) Her living mate insisted it was essential to the ritual of consuming media.
"...perhaps the wireless network needs to be reset again?" the alien suggested, "You said that typically solves technical problems of this nature."
"The Wi-fi's fine," the blunette said, her bespectacled gaze laser-focused on the monitor, as though willing it to suddenly become functional again, "I reset it earlier today." Then she sighed, "If anything, it's probably an issue on the server's end; nothing we can do about it from here…" Then she perked up a bit. "Unless…?~"
"Nicole, I've explained this to you before: I'm honorbound by the Galactic government to only use my slicing technology when it directly relates to acquiring bounties, and only when it's related to capturing bounties. I doubt breaking into the Rodent Empire's private network to watch their fictional melodramas is an ethical use of my abilities."
Her expression drooped again. "I know...but I really need everything to work tonight! I always put on Empire when Maythe4th roles around, and now that you're here, I wanted to share the holiday with you…"
Celeste cocked her head to the side. "...'maytheforth'? I wasn't aware of this particular occasion."
"I never told you about it? Huh, thought I had...anyway, it's a day where all the nerds who are worth anything put aside their differences and gather together to express their love of Star Wars. Given how much Star Wars media there is nowadays, there's plenty of ways to celebrate, although us purists usually put on the Original Trilogy."
It honestly wasn't the most unusual celebratory ritual the bounty hunter had ever taken part in, not by a long shot. (That one time on Zeta-Reticuli II was still the experience to beat, currently.) Although, it was easily one of the most relaxed celebrations she could ever recall being in.
"I see...you do realize that actual galactic war isn't nearly as clean or as easily wrapped up as your 'movies' make it out to be, yes?"
"I mean, probably...but do your wars have the voice of the best Joker as the Hero, huh? Do they?~" she asked smugly.
Celeste just sighed; no matter how hard she tried, Sol girls were just beyond understanding sometimes.
fin.
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So, true story: I literally came up with this ficlet in less than an hour because, as a veteran Star Wars fan, I couldn't let May the Fourth go by without doing something Star Wars related.