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[for_everyone]

[OOM: Aboard the USS Ceberus…]

It has been a long, long 'day,' so to speak, but the case of the mysteriously distressed starship had finally been sorted out. Unfortunately, those in distress turned out to be smugglers, who weren't so welcoming toward a Starfleet boarding party, even one that had come to rescue them. That combined with their attitude toward the Twi'lek head of the boarding party, and Hera's more than a little ready for break.

And she might be in luck, as she walks through the door of the Bar, ahead of Kanan. She's looking back at him as she steps though the threshold, and so notices their surroundings a second after he does. They're both still in uniform, Hera in officer red, Kanan in security gold, both with their small Federation badges pinned to their chests.

Hera surveys the bar once, then turns her eyes again to Kanan. She reaches her hand back to him, with a small smile. "Shall we?"

Kanan smiles back, taking her hand. Together, they walk toward the Bar.

[ooc: Hera and Kanan are from a Star Trek!AU, writeup can be found here.]

AU week - continues

[imthepilot]

There are, on occasion, advantages to rank. One of them being no-one can tell you off for commandeering an X-wing.

Bodhi was a pilot before he was a general. And he was damned if he was going to sit out the sky-funeral for the fallen pilots of the Endor assault on the ground.

He comes into the bar in the distinct orange jumpsuit, marked today with a black armband. He shakes his braided hair out of the helmet. It's times like this he wishes he still drank.

Caf would have to do.

[tiny tag: Bodhi Rook]

Brunch the Morning After (YT: Walkaway AU, and Cassidy, just himself)

[feminine_menace]

[OOC: Millitimed to the morning after this and a lot of strongly implied naughty stuff. Plotlocked.]

YT and Cassidy are having breakfast. Well, more like brunch by now. See, neither of them are really morning people to begin with, and then they (ahem) got kind of distracted.

They have quite a spread: pancakes, sausages, fried eggs, fruit, roasted tomatoes. One might notice that there are two coffeepots on the table. One contains actual coffee, and the other a synthetic substitute called coffium.

"See? It's like I said," YT asserts. "You can tell the difference between coffium and the real stuff even if you aren't, like, a total snob."

AU Week: Older Child Ibani

[last_kallig]

In one version of events, the young child Ibani stood in Milliways with a group of heroes ready to go back to her world and help free them all when something went wrong. Somehow, someway, she ended up on the other side of the Door with the door to Milliways shut and refusing to open again.

In another version of events, she grew to miss her mother so much she went back through the Door of her own free will, and was also unable to come back.

Either way, the years passed, her mother was murdered, and Ibani was taken for training as a Sith. For her, it's been 6 years since the last time she was in Milliways.

Which is why she's not expecting Milliways when she enters this time, dressed in the black robes of a Sith acolyte. She has a pyramidal holocron in her left hand and a Sith warblade in her right, blood still on the blade.

For a moment, just a moment, her eyes turn yellow with the Dark side as her anger boils. How dare this place turn up NOW, after she's already lost so much? After she's been forged into a weapon, after there's so much blood on her hands!

But she has better control now at 14 than she had at 8, so she takes a deep breath and puts the anger aside for a time when it will be useful.

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[grandadmiralartcritic]

A Captain must know every inch of his ship, from the waste disposal units to the warp nacelles and back again. Thrawn has also learned that a captain had best keep track of which doors on the Cerberus are most likely to lead to a little place called Milliways, just so one is less likely to be taken unawares.

Which means his arrival in the bar today is most likely not an accident. A space at a corner booth to consider what went wrong -- and what didn't -- on today's away mission is not unwelcome.

And having a lunch full of the tastes of his homeworld without the slightly 'off' texture that the Replicator still provides is a very nice side benefit.

He takes pains to keep his red command uniform clean, despite the thick sauce on his noodles, because to do otherwise would shame his mother.

[ooc: Thrawn's Star Trek AU write-up is here!]

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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim looks far more chilled than the last time he was downstairs. Okay, black leather still makes up the majority of his appearance - because it always does - but he looks far less sharp, far less strung out, and perhaps on the verge of relaxed. He's commandeered a sofa by the fire this time, lying over it and strumming an acoustic guitar, quietly singing some old blues tunes.