Heyhj Bradek looked up from his drink. He was sat in the Bar District of the Astral Astoria. He lookedaround the room. Still noone he'd even think of approaching. He hugged his brown cloak tighter to him, under the guise of being cold. In actual fact it was because his one set of clothes underneath would reveal him for what he truly was, and he wanted to avoid any unnecessary confrontation. What he really wanted was to buy some new clothes, but he has nowhere near enough credits. Most of them had gone to the Captain of the freighter he'd just got off of, in order to keep him off the ships register. Travelling incognito sometimes seemed like it was harder than just standing up on a table and screaming, I'm a Jedi!

He saw movement by the doorway, a tall humanoid walked in. No, he wasn't what he was looking for either. Heyhj sighed. All he needed was a ship, or shoudl he say, somebody to take him on theirs. How he was going to do that with no credits he didn't know. He checked his pockets. Enough credits for another drink. One more, than he'd figure out a way to make some more. Hopefully by then an option will have walked through the door.

The Marketplace of Astral Astoria

" Too think we could be exploring Lehon right now discovering the secrets of the ancient Rakata empire." A beautiful slender brown haired human female muttered with a sigh. Her name was Lara Shan a noble from one of the many worlds in the core and a famous archeologist. She was dressed in a small green halter-top, which barley seemed to cover her chest and wore brown khaki shorts with a utility belt and two holsters for his blasters, and brown hiking boots, on her feet. On the top of her head where small sunshades and a earpiece for her comlink. As her tone suggested she preferred to be somewhere else then some old space station in the middle of nowhere.

She crossed her arms over her chest she slowly walked behind her two companions. " Relax Lara we need provisions and fuel if we're going to make it that far right?" said the other female. This one stood a foot lower then Lara but had brown hair like hers only it went down to her back while she wore it in a long pig tail. She wore a white baby T-shirt with torn blue jeans and white sandals. In her right pocket was her CDEF blaster a weapon she had since her days in Corsec. She looked around this new environment happily taking in all the exotic sights and sounds. Her name was Sara Pazeek

" Besides I thought you liked exploring new places...I hear this station appeared out of no where in the middle of deep space." she said trying to cheer Lara up.

" True...I would love to learn about this place origins but its not ancient enough for me...A Jedi burial ground, Sith Temple or alien ceremonial chamber would really be nice about now." said the taller woman again with a sigh.

" Speaking of Jedi...where is our ships captain?" she said brushing past a pair of twi'lek traders and one rodain dockworker. " He said he was going to check out the bar section wanting to stock up on your favorite." Sara said with a giggle.

" Corellian Brandy." Said the galactic tomb raider in a dreamy voice. " Well I hope he gets the good kind I am not drink blue milk again for a long time."

Bar District of the Astral Astoria

A regular sized human male stepped through the door of the cantina, the lights of the bar were dim in places obviously so nosy patrons wouldn't see any under the table deals going down. The air smelled rancid with spilled liquor and possibly blaster fire from a few fights that have broken out. He pulled the goggles her wore on his head over his eyes in an effort to keep the humid air from making them water.

Taking a few small steps in side he looked around the place and felt something odd. Of all the bars in this section of the station the Force seemed to have called him here...but for what reason he could not fathom. " There must be a logical reason I came here. Other then to get Lara’s brandy." he thought as he made his way to the bar.

Jamayle was a young 24-year-old Force adept from the outer rim. He wore a black armored flight suit with black gloves and boots and a brown leather utility belt around his waist. In a holster was his modified heavy blaster pistol and at his side hidden in a tall cylinder pouch was his lightsaber.

On his early adventures the young Jedi novice had learned the hard way about walking around with his lightsaber exposed and the trouble it brought him. Though his two lovely crewmates didn't mind the fact he was a force user, others in the galaxy didn't share their views.

As he walked up to the bar the chiss who ran this place looked at the new comer with a scowl on his face. " What will it be outlander?" he asked in a voice that sounded as cold as the ice caps of hoth.

" How much for a crate of corellian brandy?" Jamayle asked keeping his hand over his blaster and the other on the counter. " About 400 credits." the barkeep answered.

" Okay here you go." he said handing him 400 credit coins. " Tell them to take it to docking bay 9387 in hanger 3A." he instructed. That barkeep took the credits and went to complete the order taking out his comlink he contacted his helpers in order for them to retrieve and deliver the crate to the ship. Meanwhile jamayle couldn't help but feel a dozen or so eyes on him.

Normally this didn't bother him but something in the force kept bugging him. He looked around the dimly lit cantina until his eyes feel on a mysterious brown robed person. He then returned his eyes to the bar confused as to way his senses where flaring up like they were. " Could it be possible this place has a disturbance or maybe their is something with enough force power here? If so who or what is it?" he asked himself.