h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*Stands up, nods to Rogues who continue to ignore him, and walks to door.*

*Turns left and heads for elevator he noticed at end of corridor.*

*nods and leves the breafing room following Ancha*

*Enters elevator with Anoon. Elevator rises and stops two floors up.*

*Doors open.*

*A riotous noise announces the location of the bar.*

*Follows noise and enters bar.*

*The room goes silent. Even the piano player stops playing.*

*Walks slowly to bar, feeling 100 pairs of eyes boring into his back.*

Beer please, barman and whatever the lady is drinking.

*Slaps a pile of coins on the bar.*

And a round of drinks for the squaron who just returned from that last mission. And one for yourself, off course.

white wine please...
*looks round at the others*
nice place this...

*Picks up beer and takes long slow drink.*

It'll do. The beer's not bad.

*Whrrrrrr...*

*Ancha's free hand flies up and catches the knife heading for the back of his neck. He stabs the blade hard into the top of the bar and takes another drink of his beer.*

Friendly, too.

*sits with her glass in one hand
its always nice to feel welcome,
*looks round at the croud again*
feels almost like home...

I know what you mean.

Some of the bars around the space dock back home could get pretty rowdy on payday.

*Uses the Force to scan the bar customers. There is a lot of resentment at the strangers but no real danger - except for one string of emotion which could only be described as raw hatred.*

You just have to let the aggro pass you by and not upset anyone too much.

~~ It should be OK in here. Just watch out for the little guy sitting at the third booth on the left. The one with the scar on his left cheek. I reckon he was the one with the knife. ~~

I am a long way from home...
but, this place... its just like the docks i think your right

well... things might have changed since i was last there come to think of it... but this is quite like what i remember even the tense atmosphere...
~~i wonder what thay have against our presence...~~

~~ They're suspicious of the Jedi powers. They've probably heard all sorts of stories about mind control and the like. We're strangers - always a minus point. But most of all we ain't wearing a Rogue uniform so we ain't part of there clique. Apart from that the probably like us just fine. ~~

~~eather that or thay are very easy to offend and we managed to do so by being jedi... remember even the rouges in the breafing room seemed annoyed that we had come... and what i saw in space seemed like nothing thay couldent have handeld by themselves... maybe i am just reading into things too far,~~
*drinks some of the wine*

*Finishes beer and orders another and a wine for Anoon.*

~~ You think the General had another reason for wanting us here? ~~

~~yes i fear he is not being entierly honest with his reasons for calling us here... after all it touk onlt one shot in the right place to bring that ship down... nothing thay couldent have handeld without us, and i dont think he would have risked his possision by makeing himself unpopular with the other rouges just to have us tail them in a relatively easy mission... but then again he could just be nieve however he did not come accorss as so~~

~~ You don't get to be a General by being naive. He wants us here for a reason and I suspect some of these guys know what it is.

There must be something else - unless we've been sidetracked here to keep us away from something more important...

Watch out. I think we're gonna have company. ~~

*Scarface Rogue walks towards the bar.*

*loks down into her drink senceing scarfaces movements insted of watching them*
~~yes that worries me... I left half trained padawan on yarvin, and with so few knights it could be risky, theree is probably no way of getting them to tell us why we are here if it is for another reason... but that ship thay destroyed was suposedly headed for yarvin maybe there was a conection i dont like to think we could be tricked into helping someone ruthlessly kill our friends~~

*Scarface walks up to bar and stands between Ancha and Anoon.*

SCARFACE: Your sort ent welcome in here.

*The room goes silent once more.*

*Ancha pulls the knife from the bar and begins flipping it in the air and catching it.*

What sort would that be, friend.

SCARFACE: Damn interferin' Jedi, that's what sort.

Your General requested we come. You think you know better than him?

SCARFACE: I know we don't want your sort in here *turns to other Rogues* Do we boys?

*The room mutters its agreement.*

< Admiral. Xan-Xan Xen is an Admiral.

*sigh* Suspicious minds. >

< Oh and I particularly like the way you're turning the most respected Fighter squad in the galaxy into some bigots. >

< Oops Sorry Admiral >