Star Wars Iconic Characters: Interlude...

[Arani Korden]

"Ok, so it's settled then. Off to dinner we go. I guess I can wait for my turn to be Arani's guest of honor." Dorn directs a smile Arani's way and continues, "So, where are we going anyway? I don't even know what's on this station."

"There's a bar a few corridors down. I haven't been inside yet, but judging from the clientele it's sort of a . . ." Arani pauses, trying to find the perfect phrase. "It's sort of a wretched hive of scum and villiany, I guess. No need to put on your formal robes."

 

[Rorworr]

"C'mon wookie, let's see if we can't start a good ole fashioned brawl."

"Sounds like fun." Rory slaps Kaz on the back in a friendly fashion. "Although I think I'll skip on the rocket fuel this time..."

 

[Valara]

Valara emerges from her quarters no more then a quarter hour later, seemingly fully refreshed by the ice cold shower.

She was wearing the blue linen pants and matching vest Sia had given her earlier. Her freshly scrubbed skin was the pink of new skin making her look even younger then her years, her hair, let out of its braids fell almost to her shoulders still dripping from the shower.

In the borrowed clothes and with her hair unbound she could pass for an ordinary, if pretty, girl. The blaster was the only other thing she had with her when she went looking through the rest of the ship for the others.

"Stay Zheev," she commanded her pet doubting that he would be welcome in 'civilized' establishments. He'll probably be happier laying out by the engine for warmth.

Once she finds Sia playing with her Yo-yo she informrs her of her readyness to proceed with food, her stomach rumbling its agreement.

"I must admit to some curiousity, what are these bars like?" she asks the Jedi girl.

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Sia-Lan looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know," she admitted with wry smile. "I've never been to one before...but from what Arani says, they seem like fun! I mean what place could be so terribly wrong if they have food and music, right?"

Spinning her rolling toy around, she did a cute little loop trick. "I love this station! They've got so many knick-knacks like this round-twirly thing...its plenty fun. Watch!" The young padawan did a little twirl while spinning the archaic toy in complicated circles. "I figured out this move while waiting for you...fifteen minutes! You soak in there almost as long as Arani does."

 

[Arani Korden]

"Everybody ready? Let's head out."

 

[Valara]

"I apologize, I will be quicker in the future." she says to the winsome jedi girl.

"I am leaving Zheev here, so I am ready to go."

 

[Kaz Lo]

Kaz wipes his hands (to no effect) on a nearby cloth and approaches the door,

"What're we waitin' for? Let's go get some grub already!"

 

[Arani Korden]

Arani will lead the way to the bar.

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

"Food and fun!" Sia-Lan called out, laughing as she bounced off the ramp and started sprinting ahead of everyone, even though she had no idea where the bar was in the first place. The archaic yo-yo kept swinging in her hands, hands which couldn't bare to be without activity...either by fruit or toy.

"Come on you slow pokes!" she called out, spinning around so she was half-jogging backwards, her long auburn braid now a fluttering banner trailing from her equally red head. "Are you in? Are you out? Look alive people! We're teenagers, aren't we? There are octogenarians with more energy than all of you combined!"

 

[Pbartender]

Arani leads you all back to the central hub of the station. Alongside the souvenir shop and a hologame arcade sit a bar and a restaurant.

The bar proudly calls itself "The 'Jumper", and has a holo-sign above its open doorway featuring a spacesuited figure tumbling through a spinning mottled-grey hyperspace tunnel. Between the dim lighting and the fog of tabacc smoke, its hard to make out anything from the corridor but dim silhouettes and jizz music.

The restaurant diplays an illuminated sign, which is dire need of repair, announcing...

GOH'S DINER
Hot Eats, Cold Drinks

Inside is a long counter beset by tall stools, and several empty booths along the windows facing the corridor. Behind the counter stands a pale blue Ortolan in a dingy apron scraping down a crusty grill.