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*Walking into the Diner obviously emotionally shaken Cole looked around, he didn't know why he was here or what he was doing. all he could do was remember was that one scene. He didn't know what had happened to Amnde or Warren, all he had seen was the huge explosion that had illuminated the sky, but what had happened to them. Sighing slightly he ordered a drink as he at alone drinking*
::Dove turned suspiciously as the robed man entered the bar. She sighed in relief. It wasn't "IT."
She knew she was paranoid, but it was just a matter of time before IT found her and she would have to go on the run again. She hoped that perhaps the Jedi would offer some sort of protection against it if IT arrived, but it might not be enough. So far, she hadn't found anyone or anything that was able to stop IT.
She took out a small device from her decorated robe.
She squinted at it's screen in a cold silence as she saw a bleep on it. The radar detected a something outside, approaching fast from the west.
So IT found her already. Dove's face hardened. She had hardly been here at all and already it was messing up her life on the planet. Well, perhaps it wasn't what she expected..... but she couldn't take any chances. She silently arose from her table, dropping a couple of credits and hurried out the back door.::
::Hart entered the bar after a grueling day of training. His eyebrow raised as he felt a different flow in the Force. There was someone he wasn't familiar with in the bar.
His sense immediately located the being.... a human male.
He walks up.
"Excuse me bud, I see the other tables are taken. Mind if I join you?"
**Leia walked into the bar, seeing the usual crowd. When she noticed a very lone jedi with his head somewhat down. Hart Kenobi had just walked up to this Jedi, as he did so the lone jedi looked up and much to Leia's surprise she thought it was Obi. But wait..that don't make sense. Leia knew Obi was elsewhere attending some very important business**
**The stranger peaked Leia's curiousity. She slowly walked by Hart and Cole. Quickly glancing at the two. She knew the lone jedi was not her love by his force prescence but still he uncanningly looked like Obi. Fluffing it off her shoulders, she continued to walk by the two quietly. Nodding her head lightly as to say "hello" as she walked away**
"Sure you can join me, nothing matters anymore. They are all dead."
*He looked down at his drink with a look of sadness on his face, he had seen it happen before his eye's and he still could not believe it. Could they really be dead*
"Amnde....Warren....
*Cole watched as a figure nodded to him, it looked like OS but he knew it couldn't have been her. She was still back on Naboo training the padawans*
Avolon was cleaning tables when he saw the man making quick work of the drink he just gave him. He slowly walked over there and crouched down.
"Look pal, I can see it on your face, you're down and out. You need a drink more then anything."
Alchohol, Avolon presumed, could solve anything. The man wasn't an alcholic. But the way it could dull your senses gave an excape from reality. Cruel reality.
"I have a special bottle of Corellian Whisky I've been saving since, heck, the Clone Wars it seems like. You need it more then me. You want it?"
*Looking up at the man he sighed, he was never much into drinking but nothing matter anymore. Gungan Scotch or Corellian Whisky it didn't mater, anything would do*
"Sure, gimme all you got. I am not in the mood to stop drinking right now."
*Another Jedi nearby raised her brow and turned in her seat to face the burdened Jedi Cole. As she turns, her face is easily recognizable, or should have been, except that he didn't expect her to be sitting here at all*
"How will your drinking help you help the one who yet lives...?"
::Hart's ears perk up.::
"Amnde? Warren?"
::Hart looks at the Jedi in interest.::
"What about them? How do you know them?," he demanded loudly.
::And then he understood through the Force. A loss. They were gone.::
"How could this be...," Hart managed to whisper. Tears began to fall as Hart rises from his chair. "Tell me.... please.. tell me that they're okay......"
*Looking up from his drink Cole could only stare at what he thought was OS, but then again after this much drinking it could have been only an illusion*
"I am drinking in their memory, they are gone and no one will pay their respects. Only me and my drinks will help them now."
*Looking up at Hart Cole could only frown*
"I am Amnde's cousin, name Cole. As for Amnde and Warren...I found no bodies just the explosion. That horrible explosion."
::Hart slowly lowered into his chair once again, his face pale and in shock, as if struck in the face.::
"May the Force be merciful...."
::Hart forces himself to straighten. He looks up with a red face.::
"Now they are one with the Force. How long ago was it? When did they die?"
"No less than a weeks time, I came here as soon as I could. I thought it would be only right if those who knew Warren knew, I already informed those than knew my lovely cousin. I might go back myself to find the bodies, I refuse to believe they are dead without proof. If they were one with the force would my cousin not have come to me, to tell me ?"
::Hart's eyes brightened.::
"No one saw them die? Is there some hope?"
"I pray to the Force there is hope, I myself would have checked sooner but I had to get Lono, Amnde's son to safety. Only after leaving him with a few friends did I go towards the wreckage, I found no sign of them though."
"Wait a minute." Avolon chimed in, waving his hand to get the point accross. "You didn't find bodies?"
Avolon shook his head, holding the bridge of his nose inbetween his index finger and thumb one hand as he spoke, still shaking his head.
"Your have got to be kidding me!"
Avolon slammed his open hands on the table as he leaned over to Cole.
"Listen kid, I'm not giving you anything else to drink because I assume you'll take my advice. Get on your ship, or a shuttle, and you fly right back there and look for your friends! Drinking and flying is not something I endorse."
Jeseth laughed as he looked down at his watch.
"I'm so used to this, I've had a special hand built into my time piece. It tells me how long before Warren changes his mind."
Off in the darkened corner, where not a single Jedi dared venture, Darth Rane listened... and plotted. A trivial thing like Death would not help Warren escape his wrath. Not at all. Death was only the beginning.
Since I was asked so many times where one can aquire one of these wonderful (and extremely useful) time pieces,I'd like to inform you all that it was custom built for me by TriOptimum Inc.
Hm... As Long as I'm plugging name brands...
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Sorry guys... I get paid 10 Imperial Credits everytime I post that.
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