[First entrance, sortakindamaybe.]

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

A pair of boots stride in through the front door. They're not very shiny, and they're not very well-cared-for, but in all other respects they're Imperial Navy regulation boots: long-wearing, comfortable, and designed to fit their owner. They don't pause at the door, but carry on right over to a booth, where their owner slings himself casually into a seat and waits for service, as if he thinks he's in a cantina or tapcafe.

The trousers above the boots, however, are not Imperial Navy uniform. They're scruffy and stained, and the Corellian Bloodstripe runs up the side - a military decoration, but the trousers are decidedly un-military in appearance.

There's a blaster slung low on the right hip, of course.

The open-necked shirt carries on the general scruffiness theme, as does the vest worn over it, and the tousled hair above. The face between the two wears the bland, cold-eyed expression common to all members of the species Galactica Smuggleris, although this face would have difficulty persuading anyone that it's innocent of anything. It's a face that's probably familiar to anyone who's seen a certain bartender. It's entirely unconcerned with the wide variety of shapes and types of people in the tapcafe it's just walked into; it sees stranger things on every street.

It is, of course, Han Solo, several years younger than you might expect, but no less cynical. Come say hi!

And under new mun-agement, and with no recollection of anything that might have previously happened in the bar - that's all in his future, say sorry.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Walking over to the familiar but new face Amanda greets him, "Good Afternoon."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Han glances over, surprised. "And to you, ma'am," he says. People don't usually talk to him in bars. Something about the gun. This is interesting.

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

She would only be worried if he had a sword.

With a smile that would melt the polar ice caps, "Please call me Amanda." she extends her hand.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Han shakes, politely. "Draygo," he says. "Vykk Draygo. What's a lovely lady like you doing in the Corporate Sector?" It's an old alias, but it should be safe enough in this backwoods planet. And it's an old line, but what the hell, the charming Solo Smile^TM usually makes it work.

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Draygo. May I join you?" she indicates a seat in front of him.

"And what do you mean Corporate Sector, One of the rules of Milliways is no business in bar." She lets the corny line go because his charming smile rivals her own.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Join away, sister," Han says. "And I ain't out to cause trouble, but I'm here to see a man about a mynock, so unless he wants to move out and do business in the street, I'm stayin'."

He eyes her with a look of bland curiousity, and the charming smile wavers. What kind of person doesn't know the name of the galactic sector they're in? Something's wrong here.

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda eyes him, this isn't the bar you are looking for "Mr. Draygo, what is a mynock? And do you know where you are?"

Given what he is saying she is pretty sure that he is new to Milliways and his outfit reminders her of Lando's description of a pirate from his Universe, but she says nothing because it could just be a coinsidince.

[badinlatin]

Mal's been in the bar for a spell, so when this newcomer arrives it manages to attract Mal's notice.

Also? Mal may be a fan of the boots. Or the gun. Whichever.

"Wèi - mind if I sit?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Sure, pal." Han eyes him thoughtfully. He doesn't look like the kind of person who usually employs Han's services, but that doesn't mean much. "You're Ploovo Two-for-One?"

[badinlatin]

Mal stuttersteps mentally for a second before starting, "I have no clue what that means."

A waitrat is just about to pass Mal before he orders a Ng Ka Pe. "You want somethin'? On me."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"If you're buyin', I'm drinking. Corellian ale." Han weighs up the newcomer, ignoring the furry creature who's taking the order. "You're not from the Run, are you? I can't recall seein' your face."

[badinlatin]

"...No, sir. Name's Mal Reynolds.


"You're new, ain't ya? Suppose I should say 'Welcome to Milliways', then."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"You say that like it's a planet," Han notes, "not a backwater Corporate Sector Cantina." His expression is bland, his eyes innocently curious, but his hand may be a little closer to his gun. When things don't match up, shoot.

Hey, it's a good policy. It's kept him alive so far.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

(ooc: that's ok I don't remember seeing the old one here that much when I was playing. Woot, glad he's back)

It's familiar to Venkman for several reason. Especially the expression.
Smug rogues who love the ladies and money unite across the multi-verses?

Just a shame due to plot, he's currently non-corporeal (yet alive), and hovering a little from where he was nearby. Being behind a table, and not through it, helped the illusion that he wasn't a ghost.

About time the place got somebody interesting.

"How's it going?" He nodded.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Han blinks. "Hey, if you're Ploovo, I ain't got time for small talk. What're you offering?"

Yeah, he hasn't tumbled to the whole Milliways thing yet.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter blinked, "Wrong place, no Ploovo here. You get a Venkman in the middle of the nuttiest bar and restaurant around instead."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"The nuttiest bar and restaurant around, huh," Han repeats. "Sure seems so. You sure you ain't seen Ploovo here, uh, Venkman?"

He has a deal to make, and this place isn't what he expected at all.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Nope, and you probably won't, unless Bar gave him the green-light here as well."

Peter smirked knowingly, "Buddy, you ain't seen *nothing* yet. This is Milliways, the Bar and Restaurant on the End of the Universe. And before you think I'm hosing you, take a peek out the observation window."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Noticed that," Han says dismissively. "Nice holo. Bit depressing for mealtime conversation, though." He shrugs. "Whaddya mean, green light? I doubt any light'd stop a twisted mynock like Ploovo from getting in here."

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

""

Jaina tugs on Zekk's hand, pulling her friend over with her as she rushes over to Han. He's young, much younger than the last time Jaina and Zekk remember seeing him back on Ossus, leaving Jaina with nothing but a bad feeling in her stomach as she stops in front of him, staring.

Zekk, he's-

[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

-not from our time. Thought you were-

-but he's Dad, Jaina stresses, still staring. Zekk nods politely at the man in front of him, working on quelling Jaina's nerves. "Captain Solo."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Han eyes them. The girl is familiar, and he thinks he might have met her somewhere before - in a cantina, maybe? He can't remember. He does not recognise the other one, and he's damn sure he hasn't given his real name out to anyone on this planet yet. His hand slips casually down towards his hip.

"I'm assuming you're Ploovo, pal. If you're not, you'd better explain things quick."

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina shakes her head, automatically forcing her shields up and keeping a face as neutral as possible.

He doesn't recognize her.

Course he wouldn't. She knew that. Still, she can't help but feel dissapointed, even a bit hurt. Zekk works at pushing those thoughts out of their brain through the meld.

Jaina stands there, clicking in the back of her throat as she studies him. She doesn't know what to say.

[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

But Zekk does.

"We're not Ploovo," he replies, rubbing his forearm against Jaina's in a comforting manner. "And whatever planet you think you're on-"

"-you can forget it." Jaina bites her lip for a moment, considering what to say next. "Welcome to Milliways Bar, Dad."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

That gets them the Patented Solo Eyebrow Raise^TM, and a fairly casual movement on Han's part that brings his blaster within reach. "Dad? Listen, sister, whatever bug's biting you, you can drop it. You look older than me." He turns to Zekk. "Milliways Bar? You want to explain that, pal?"