He'd also been told his training had been going well. His masters were willing to overlook his comparative incompetance with the force in its' more delicate matters in favour of his unique ability to hurl objects at terminal velocity around the room. He'd even found a lightsaber. Well, thats' a rather broad explination. More acurately would be that he bought one. Technically two, but the first turned out to be plastic.
The other one was pretty nifty though, and he kept it with him in case he needed to, say, make a sandwhich, or get something out of his teeth. Right now he was trying to hide it though, because being a Jedi in the Empire was apparently almost as bad as engaging in street theater. Deciding that no one would want to look where he'd hidden it, he watched the planet get closer from the window. It seemed nice. He was glad he got this holiday, because frankly training gets tiring fast.
The planet finally got really, really close, and the ship landed. He got up as best he could, and hunched his way out of the ship.
So this was Corellia. Not bad. Good weather, at least. He brought out the brochure, and read the first page. Fine dining? Really? He'd have to try this out.
He waved his way through customs (unaware of the effects, which included knocking over a luggage cart, turning on a sprinkler, and giving a customs official the worrying feeling he doesn't need to see any identification.) and stepped out into the street. Surprisingly, he had yet to encounter any of the famed Xenophobia of the Empire, probably because its' hard to hate someone openly when he could twist your head off. People nodded nervously and made way as he jaunted down the street.
Finally, deciding he should start this little holiday right, he stopped off at a promising looking cafe - Drongo's Delicatessan. They had coffee and cake.
