Dust and Air....

[Ghost of Garik Loran]

<Blue swirling mist surrounds a familiar table in the back of the bar>

<From blissful oblivion, a spectre emerges and surveys the scene>

<The hustle and bustle of this particular lounge is no stranger to him>

<Where are the others?>

<Surely the masters of old haunt these grounds>

<Remembering fondly the times shared with Amazon, Lounge Lizard, Turbogeek, Yoghurt and the rest...>

<Someone is close...who is there?>

<Just another phantom of the mind, the afterlife is such a lonely place>

<What if....what if other masters do haunt this establishment, maybe it wouldn't be lonely for an anceint Jedi>