STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Rescue

Yeah, headed for our usual location of a bar.

Seeing as they are just wondering around looking for Info right now, Xavier will let Trax come with them. He doesn't get much of a chance to get out often.

Dak will swagger carelessly into the saloon, acting as if he owns the place.

Xavier follows closely behind appearing as intimidating as possible.

Rianna just walks in, looking around and using Sense.

Trax seems genuinely surprised when he is allowed to tag along for more than piloting. With his ragged get-up and green pruney face, he blends into the crowd pretty well. He also has his heavy assault rifle slung over his back.

So, three Dark Jedi and a pruney fellow walk into a bar. Nobody really pays you mind as you enter. The bottom floor has a bar along the left wall and tables everywhere, people drinking jovially as you would expect, maybe a few hushed discussions in the far back of the room.

Nothing particularly interesting, Rianna. You feel odd, but mostly you just sense all the drunkedy minds in the area.

Dak goes straight for the bar and asks for a bottle of Flamin' Wookiee.

Xavier looks the bar over a few times.

It's time for a drink

"No drinking makes one illogical, and can lead to problems."

So what, who cares we're only looking for Galder right now. We can take our time, and I want to be let loose for a little bit.

"Fine," Xavier says calmly. He walks up to the bar asks for the bottle of strongest stuff they have.

"We're supposed to be finding out what's going on here..." Rianna comments, deciding to take a table near the back of the room.

"Think about it. We have just been given the opportunity to not have to deal with Rand, Gallador, and the rest of that bunch. Are you really in that much a hurry?"

"And you trust them to be left to their own devices for any period of time without Rand coming up with some sort of plan to get us under his thumb and take control of the group again?" Rianna snaps back.

"Rand couldn't even if he tried. And if Galder's still alive, he can stand a few more hours. Come on, Rianna, have some fun." Dak takes a swig from his bottle.

"That hardly strikes me as fun. And I don't know about you, but I have a bad feeling about this."

"Drink something. The feeling will go away," the lizard replies nonchalantly, leaning back.

The bartender wordlessly breaks out the Flamin' Wookiee, red bottle and all.

Seated at the bar, you chat amongst yourselves for a bit. Trax joins you.

"It has been awhile since we could relax, Xavier," Trax says, ordering some shots. "Not since you fell."

"Yeah I agree with the Fido this time. You always have bad feelings anyways," Xavier says taking a shot of whatever the bar keeper brought him.

"Yes Trax it has been awhile."

"And my bad feelings tend to turn out to be something. So deal," Rianna snaps back, already annoyed.

"Oh, relax, Rianna. Here, I'll even buy you something. You just need to stop acting like you're still stuck in that Temple."

Trax takes his shot, some of his drink dripping down his chin, into the cracks and prunes of his face.

"Too long," Trax says, wearily. "Ever since you stopped being a Jedi, no peace at all..."

He takes another shot.

So, what is the plan for info-hunting?

Screw info-hunting. We're getting drunk.