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[corsec_jedi]

Look! Door's open!

Observe carefully as a middle-aged man clad in fading green Jedi robes, rarely seen here nowadays, walks through the door. See the strange look on his face as he tries to decipher where he is, and the grin that replaces it as soon as he recognizes the place. "Son of a glit-biter, really? How long has it been since I've wound up

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[incorsecsdreams]

There's a woman sitting a few stools down. She's currently tapping through a data pad and slowly sipping at a Whyren's of her own. Her features are sharp, but perhaps familiar.

But most of all, she just looks young.

[corsec_jedi]

O.O

CORRAN KNOWS THAT WOMAN. And he grins like a maniac when he spots his future wife "Mirax! Over here!"

Sithspit, she looks young... like she did 20 years ag--Uh-oh.

Corran has a very bad feeling about this. He taps into the Force and (Force, I hate doing this) taps into Mirax's thought process...

Does she at least know who I AM?

[incorsecsdreams]

Her head snaps up and around at the sound of her name. Especially when spoken with a Corellian accent that definitely isn't Wedge's.

"Do I know you?" she asks politely. And pointedly.

[corsec_jedi]

KRIFF.

He opens his mouth, then shuts it again. Well. This is awkward. Nice going, CorSec.

Thinking quickly, Corran answers, "Uh, no. But... well, your father's Booster, right? Booster Terrik?"

Think faster, Corran...

[ostro_goth]

A stranger, from the world of the glow-swords, that Atton Rand is from, also, to judge by his clothes.

"Greetings," Teja says politely, battle axe over his shoulder, as he comes to the bar to order tea.

[corsec_jedi]

Corran's eyebrow cocks a bit at the size of the axe, but he doesn't say anything about it. No, really, he doesn't. C'mon, it's not THAT tempting a conversation starter...

"Hi there. What do you need the axe for?"

Kriff it.

[ostro_goth]

"For cleaving enemies in two," Teja says, as if it was the most natural thing.

It is, for him. Or used to be.

"But not in this place. In this place, I merely train with it, so I will not get out of practice, for when my friends need me, to cleave their enemies in two."

[no_saber]

Here's someone new... or at least someone he hasn't met. One small twi'lek, looking rather worn and definitely grungy.

In Padawan robes.

Looking (despite attempting not to) rather annoyed.

This isn't the sleeping quarters she's been sharing with her master. This place truly is inconvenient sometimes.