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[imnojedi]

This time when the door opens its to a different ship.

This time the figure that steps through is not the clean cut cadet that was there before.

This time there is a man with a blaster strapped to his side with a scruffy look to his face and a glint of something in his dark eyes.

It's been exactly three months since the last time Kyle stepped foot in Milliways, as informed as he could be thanks to a couple of helpful people, and this time glad to see it instead of his quarters. With a sign of relief he steps in using a booted foot to kick the door closed behind him as he heads straight to Bar. He's not dressed in his uniform instead worn civilian clothing that better suits his personality. To be quite honest there's nothing that says 'Imperial' about him except for those that knew him. After all he was a wanted man thanks to jumping ship.

Kriffng Imps.

Settling down at the bar with a sigh he rested his hands on the smooth wood top giving her a wide grin. "Girl, I've missed you. How's about a drink and maybe something to eat? Got credits this time to pay up on my tab." Reaching into his jacket pocket he took out a stack of credits then set them ontop of Bar, watching them vanish with a smile. Especially when the requested items appeared along with an ice pack. Kyle chuckled. He knew he liked this place.

[tinytag: Kyle Katarn]

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[iprotectyou]

Having foregone his armor, Baze sits at the bar, shaping and sanding ironwood inserts intended to mate with the stock of his lightbow on either side of the shoulder extension. The ironwood is incredibly hard, and shaping the inserts takes a great amount of effort with a hammer and chisel--a challenge which Baze gleefully meets. He has a sweating pitcher of water resting near his left elbow, and two glasses, one of which is full and he periodically drinks from.

"Last time I saw you, you were an Imp. Has that changed?"