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the sith lords quarters have been untouched and you see the numerous artifacts there along with his wardrobe opening it you see lush fine robes designed for elegance but practicality many designs are defiantly sith but you see Elegant jedi robes like would have been worn for ceremonial events during the hyperspace war and  set of black jedi historian robes with the embroidery in silver next to those are a set of dark robes with a pauldron, a simple black version of classic jedi robes hangs beside those, by those is an nobles outfit Black with blue gemstones lining the collar a small half cape with several red gems in it is attached, several more bejeweled outfits also hand there.

Joro contents himself with examining all of the different clothing options but can't help shaking his head in dismay. The Sith were such oplunant and vein creatures. There were enough clothes here and jewelry to feed the neediest of mouths for months. 'What a waste,' he thought, 'Better all of it was burned instead of being hoarded like this.'

That being said, Joro certainly had a chance to benefit from them. He began rummaging through rack after rack, drawer after drawer until something catches his eye. Actually, several somethings, but Joro had little difficulty gathering everything together and laying them out. The under-tunic was a deep brown while the tunic itself was a lighter, earthier shade; the belt he'd claimed was broken-in leather with numerous rings, latches and pouches for equipment; Joro snatched a silver tabard with an ocean blue lining, embroidered with fine silk designs on the face, knowing it would make the outfit a little more flashy then he intended, but allowing himself to hopefully honor the previous, fallen owner; the flowing deep brown cloak hanging amidst the others suited him just fine, although its length would have to be adjusted for him; there was a pair of slacks in the same chest as the cloak; boots came last and Joro was pleasantly surprised to find a pair that fit him; the final items turned out to be a set of dark gloves that allowed his fingers to poke through, along with lightly colored wraps that would go around his elbows to hold the garments snugly in place. Not a single piece of armor. Joro knew better than to weigh down a slender form and lean muscle like his with unnecessary garments. The Force provided him with all the shielding he needed, as long as he remained quick...and quiet.

Satisfied with his findings, Joro found the changing station and brought everything together. He unpacked his equipment from the gear bag and laid everything out for accountability. The delicate items found their way onto a nearby shelf while the rest of his heavier or bulky items -like the scatter gun- stayed on the floor. Joro shed the fluffy robe and flip-flops and began working the new ensemble into place. Unfortunately, as he was maneuvering the pants, he bumped the shelf holding his holo-communicator. It fell bumping against the small bag containing his scattergun shells and rolling onto the floor. He didn't notice the outgoing signal. He was far more worried about just trying to get into real clothes again.