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<span style="background-color: #000000">Come one, come all, to the extravaganza that is "Supafly", the galaxies hottest new club-bar.
You think you've partied before? You're wrong! You haven't lived until you've visited Supafly!

We at Supafly have everything you want - drinks, food, games, music, dancers, virtual-racing and much more!

I know what you're thinking - how do I get to Supafly? Just follow the cheers and lines of happy customers!</span></font></sub></p>

The SSD <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Winchester<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, now known as 'Supafly', cut across the star-jeweled sky in all its majesty. The behemoth of a war ship had recently gone many changes within, and had been transformed from a mere vessel into a colossal strip joint - as Jamo liked to call it. In truth, the ship had a more classy air to it than that. It was not what you would call up-class however, but it sure as frell wasn't sleazy.

The decks had been changed from their usual military stations into lounge areas, bars, and other leisure rooms. The variety of facalities on board included a swimming pool, sauna and jacuzzi rooms, a virtual racing and combat arena, a multitud of VR systems to provide visitors with a chance to live out their wildest dreams and fantasies. The main command room on the ship was the only reminder of the ships former use.

The whole thing was staffed well by an array of attractive young woman and suspicious looking men who owed favours to Jamo. A lot of Bothan's seemed to crew the ship too, for what reason only Jamo knew. The general dress code amongst the help was skimpy for the women and a cut similar to Jamo's style for the waiters and croupiers.

The upper levels - decks 00 and 01 - were sanctioned off as private crew cabins and quarters. Jakatta himself, the owner and (partial) funder sat in his office, at his desk, with a glitterstim perched on his lip. A big stupid grin was painted over his face as he sat, observed by one bouncer, and contemplated his currently empty club-liner.

"... Suweet."

Hoking up a load of smoke from his 'stim, he rose to his feet and headed out into the hallway to descend down into the decks of the ship. Soon enough, he hoped, people would begin docking into the bay. He was expecting quite a few friends to turn up in due time. Until then, he'd revel in his own glory and inflate his ego just that little bit more.

An all to familiar YT-1300, the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Millennium Jade Falcon<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, docked within one of the massive bays on the big ex-warship. When the ramp lowered, an all to familiar form stepped out as well.

The woman, pregnant but not showing it yet, walked out of her ship and down the ramp, her mid-calf high black boots clipping the durasteel floor. She had come dressed to a T: spit-shined boots, fancy black slacks, a white form-flattering t-shirt, and a black vest...and, of course, a black belt from which her trademark blaster hung.

There was no mistaking her...brown wavy hair, brandy brown eyes, cocky smirk...she was a Solo. No doubt about it.

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"Jai C. H. Solo...Leader of TSS...here for pleasure, not business." Jai rattled off the needed information to the Bay Inspector as he looked over her ship for any devices of destruction. "Is this really needed? If I wanted to kill Jamo I would have done it years ago...and I would have shot him, not tried to blow him up in a giant explosion on some bar-ship. This is really unnecessary."

Having just docked her own YT-1300 named <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Jade's Dragon<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, Jade herself comes swaggering out.

Unusually dressed in all white leather, she is wearing a sleeveless halfshirt which stops just below her ample breasts, tight hip hugging pants, and ankle boots.

She stops at her hatch and looks around slowly, her chrome like metallic silver eyes taking in everything.

"Just what I need. Another party."

Hearing over the comm. link that he had a visitor, Jamo made his way down to the arrival bay. From the look of things, the staff were still convinced they were manning a war waging ship, and thus found it necessary to point a gun and anyone and everyone even when just saying hello.

"What the frell are you doing you kriff?!"

Jamo slapped an overweight guard upside the head, knocking him forward - for a short guy, he was actually quite strong. The man stumbled and almost fell, firing off a blaster round into the floor. Jamo shook his head.

"It's a good job this is a quality ship, or else I'd cap your ass for shooting my floor, you fat @#%$."

Looking back up from the man, he brushed away the scowl that he lined his face and replaced it with a curt grin. It was pleasing, he thought, that Jaina should be his first guest. He considered her a good friend and ally, so her presence here made him feel as though this was a good idea.

"Sorry about there, frelling staff... anyhow, welcome to Supafly, Jai."

Jai rolled her eyes at Jamo's little display, "Very cute, Jakatta. Are you always that nice to your staff? No wonder they're jumpy about assasination attempts..."

Jai spotted her adopted sister across the bay and waved at her, "EJ's here...wonderful. A Solo and a Sith-Solo...this night may prove to be entertaining after all."

He leant sideways to look around Jaina at 'EJ', and grinned.

"Hey, maybe I can talk your sister into working as a dancer in the bar, she looks like she's dressed for it-"

Jamo cut himself short, and snapped back to look straight at Jai, adjusting his shades.

"I take it you got my ad then, must of worked... you here to check up on me or to enjoy the 'many delights' of Supafly?"

"Sad thing is that EJ would take you up on that offer...but anyways, mostly to see you. I couldn't very well pass up a chance to see my old pal, now could I?"

"Well I wasn't sure whether you'd be able to fly with mini-Solo," he said with a nod towards her stomach.

"I'm not up on biology, so for all I know the baby could explode when you take the jump to hyper space."

Jamo grinned then, thinking perhaps that he <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> should<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> ask EJ about a possible job.

Jade waves back and walks over to join her Sis, hugging her close. She may be Sith, but family is the one thing that can change her temperous attitude.

Jade had long divorced Cain Horodren, her latest husband, because he followed her to TSE and and was denied membership. Jade was granted membership so easily because she was part of The Death Fleet, which at the time was allied with TSE. Later, when Jade returned home, they had a fight and Cain blackened her left eye and bruised her left cheek. The divorce didnt come much later then a few days.

That was months ago. Now Jade was single again and on the prowl.

"Hey Jaina, wzup?

Yowza, whos the stud?"

Jade knows he looks familiar, but cant quite remember where she had seen this handsome fellow.