Leia trusted, knew, that Tyscio had not laid even a finger upon her. However, she knew quite well the typical troop lines of thought, and they were quite the opposite. She had lived with them for a considerable portion of her life.

Leia's gaze fell on that one woman again, who was deeply involved with a discussion at her table. Somehow she seemed somewhat pivotal in all of this. Leia smirked. Time to play.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> And in the process, get myself at least out of this hole... Tyscio's a grown man, he can fend for himself the parts I don't cover.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Leia smirked, unable to help this. It was rather... hilarious, if one looked past the initial layer of information.

Conveniently enough there was an open chair right next to the rambunctious woman. Leia picked up her mug of drink and an unidentifiable piece of food(typical of ships and the military in general), and putting a saunter and touch of swagger into her stride, she strode over to the table and plopped down into the targeted chair, sitting the metal mug of drink down on the metal table with a resonating clang of finality.

A wave of surprise from all of the soldiers seated at the table assaulted Leia through the Force as they assessed their new company.

Good.

"Hi boys" She said playfully with a grin, then turning her head slightly to acknowledge the woman next to her, she added. "...and gals."

They all sniggered.

She looked up to locate Tyscio. He had occupied himself over in the serving line.

Also good.

Leia reached into a pocket and extracted a 20 credit chip from her pocket. She flipped it onto the table, and the soldiers stared at it dumbly.

"Okay, let's get to business. 20 credits says you bunch of dirty, gun toting Vong herders haven't seen any real action in a looong time, since your records tell me all of you are single, full timers, and seem the right.... type."

Leia's grin grew impossibly wide as the soldiers traded 'uh oh' looks with each other, and all were inexplicably quite silent. She casually flicked another chip onto the table.

"20 more says this Jedi is correct in assuming you think I got some."

If it was possible, they grew even more silent. The whole room in fact was silent, they were all straining to hear what was going on at the table.

Leia raised an eyebrow, cast a sidelong glance at the woman beside her.

"Jealous?"

The woman shifted under the unexpected spotlight, her male counterparts were all grinning at her, shifting to supress laughs and the usual humorous puns of comradeship.

Suddenly Leia's elbow was landing a sharp blow in her side in jest, and Leia stood up, her voice rising(purposely so that it was easier for everyone to hear, though she made it appear otherwise) as she towered impossibly over the woman soldier, who still appeared quite cool, of course.

"Well, there's no need to be, because I didn't, wasn't offered any, don't want any, and I have a war to run!"

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Leia smoothly sat down, propped a foot up on the edge of the table, and clasped her hands over her knee. The change in composure was nothing short of astounding(so Leia's political skills were<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> of use for more than just politics after all).

Leia looked coolly around the table, those eyebrows raised again questioningly. In fact, if they didn't know better, she was... <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> laughing<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> silently at them.

"Well, do I win?"

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</td> <td class="alt1" style="padding: 10px;" valign="top"> <!-- message, attachments, sig --> <!-- message --> During the next two years- the star wars conjunction have been training to be in the wwe (wwf) and now, at wrestlemania- it is Luke Skywalker vs Stone cold steve austin in a royal rumble matchup. You can see the delight of the fans as luke enters the ring with a green light saver. The anger is recreated as the opponent is not stone cold BUT HIS FATHER. They both go into the ring, the dear fright of each and every spectator as they both contront each other and prepare their dicks...... no they have put their dicks back and pulled out their lightsavers. Now they start hitting each other, left and right, father is on the retreat. THen anakin uses the force grip to strangle luke, but he counters that with a force reversil of force grip called tord grip, and the fight continues. The croud are really going to sleep then luke puts his lightsaver on the table and hits his father in the balls, and making what is known as a force LAST RIDE and bamb, he goes on the floor. But now he goes on the top roap. force 5 star frog splash. But wait. VAder has used a force low blow and sets him up in a force bottom. force bottom!!!!!. he is Luke is going over the top roap.'. But wait. The music sounds and the third person is coming into the ring. SCSA. Luke stops and gets his lightsaver out and waits for that @#%$ wanka, but vader does a force bed sleaper thingi to that @#%$ and he goes on the top roap. Swanton Bomb to the face of Luke. He goes for the cover, but Stone cold is here. Stiunning the lot of them he sends the both off the top roap. He wins. But kane cums out of nowwhere and kills SCSA with a shot to the witht a lightsaver. THE END
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It tastes horrible! Xilen thought as he sat back, casually folding his legs as he observed his favorite Corellian Wine. Of course, he was in the form of an elderly human woman. With the casual shrug of his sholders, he continued to sip the drink, becomming accustomed to the taste of it. The Cantina was relativly quiet for this time of day, but it would do. He was here on Sith business, not chit chat. But, where would he find a young Jedi, one easy to convert. One easy enough to defeat, without others interfearing? A stray, of sorts.

He casually looked up at the door, taking another sip of the wine as he waited for one of the Force to enter; He remained hidden beneith a cloak of innocence. In his current form, he wore his grey hair back in a neat bun, his brown, and red dress hanging over his scronny elderly legs. His face was cheerful, and inviting, yet sad, and desireing of conversation. The perfect body for an Ambush....