A new formation has been formed within the galaxy and of dark intentions...

Wandering the beautiful clean streets of Naboo alongside Darian and Alicia, Wanderer looked up at the high palace "That is where the Queen and the high royalty live..oh how i dispise them" said Wanderer continuning foward though the streets of Naboo intil they reached what seemed to be a Cantina.

"Shall we enter for a drink?" said Wanderer.

Alicia looked up at the palace and snarls loudly. She had been an Empress once, before they found out her original was still alive. Now shes got some finances from her, but otherwise nothing.

"Yes, lets get a drink."

Walking into the bar, a local band of wookie were playing their jazz-like tunes while the residents of Naboo enjoyed a nice drink at the bar.

Sitting on a stool at the bar, Wanderer orders a nice ale as he awaits the drink he turns to Alicia and Darian; "From here would you care to look for work from the locals of Naboo, i'm sure they will have some sort of work for a Dark Jedi and his team to work on" said Wanderer chuckling lightly.

The Bartender sat the tall glassed ale in front of Wanderer as he nodded, Wanderer nodded back.

Sipping and enjoying the ale, he thought of his past, living in pubs and cantinas, doing nothing else but getting drunk and enjoying low-life pleasures of a nomad.

A being of average height and build for a human enters the bar not far behind Wanderer. He is dressed in a grey hooded robe with the hood up and pulled forward to shade his face. He wears black gloves, boots and a black belt which holds his robe closed. Under his hood, should someone manage to get a glimpse, a scarf covers most of his face, making it difficult to determine much about this being. He is obviously humanoid and has gone to great lengths to keep his identifying features hidden. The only visible weapon is a standard blaster hanging off his left hip, but if one looks closely, bulges in his robe suggest that he has various other items hidden away.

He sits at the bar next to Wanderer on whichever side of him seems to be less well lit. He places his credits on the bar and orders a caf from the bartender. He speaks to Wanderer in a deep voice without looking at the man. "Whatever we do, I hope we won't be advertising your credentials. I don't know about you, but I'm not fond of the feel of blaster fire burning through my skin." At this point he looks at Wanderer and adds, "So, maybe we can keep a little bit of a low profile in this place." Darian then looks back over the bar in search of the bartender and his drink.

Chuckling Wanderer replies; "Yes of course we want to keep a low-profile" said Wanderer still chuckling then taking a drink of his ale.

OOC: I'm gone from this RPG, a bit too innactive for me. Sorry.

OOC: Im so sorry. Ive been more busy than I had hoped...