Homecoming Part 2

Homecoming Part 2

 “That nerf herder!” Anto Sinnan swears, looking out the window of the escape pod at the planet Rosya before looking back at Tika Jakin, his girlfriend. “He knew this was your home planet!” Tika gulps, looking at the planet. She starts to feel something she hasn’t seen in such a long time, something she knows she shouldn’t feel, but she can’t help but feel.
 Guilt.
 She feels guilty that she is the only survivor, that while every survivor off planet had families here that had died, and yet she, a new born baby that was just born, was able to survive. What will they think of her? Will they hate her? Will they love her? How will she, herself, react? She didn’t plan on coming here until she was done with her training, so she thought she had plenty of time to contemplate these thoughts and feelings, but now…
 “This is the Rosyan Security forces, speaking to anyone alive in the escape pod found in sector 45-90K. If you can respond, respond immediately.” Cinton Alon, Tika’s Jedi Master, stands up, and walks over to a panel on the wall, and pushes it inward. The panel goes in, and then slides to the left, revealing a short range communicator. Cinton must have searched the escape pod while everyone was still asleep because Tika doesn’t remember him finding it, and she was up before Anto or Daya Saretti, Anto’s Master.
 “Rosyan Security forces, this is Jedi Master Cinton Alon. I am here with three other Jedi, and require your assistance in getting somewhere safe. Permission to land on one of your ships.” Cinton says into the communicator. Tika gulps, her heart beat rising faster and faster as she hears the man speak with her master. Why is she here? Why is the force making her go through this today, of all the days? Skylax, her Master’s half-brother, has just returned and has taken over a whole planet, and now she has to deal with her past today as well!
 “Copy, Jedi Master. Let us just look up your profile and we’ll get back to you within five minutes.”
 “Copy, Security Forces. Master Alon, out.” Cinton puts the communicator back in the panel before looking back at Tika, who is still looking at the planet below. “Tika, are you okay?” Cinton asks as Anto holds both of her smaller hands in his larger ones.
 Tika looks back at her master, a hint of guilt, remorse, and fear in her eyes. “How will they treat me?” Tika asks as she thinks of the survivors. The population of Rosya should be close to around nine-hundred by now, more than double what it was after the incident, and she wonders how many of them will hate her for surviving while their family member’s did not. “Will they resent me, master?”
 Cinton walks over to Tika, and crouches down in front of her, his hands on her shoulders. “Tika, there is nothing to be afraid of. The Rosyan government has kept your survival a secret, but those that have been able to ind out have promised to keep your identity a secret, but they do say that they are over joyed that at least someone survived down there, and they’re happy that you didn’t die a new born baby.”
 Cinton’s words seem to cheer Tika up a little bit, but not by much. She sighs as she looks back at the Rosyan fleet protecting her home planet. Anto embraces her with a hug, Anto allowing Tika to still see the planet. She has never seen even an image of it before, and it only seems right that Anto at least lets her look at it a bit longer.
 “Master Alon, this is Admiral Gido Taural. I am in charge of protecting the planet Rosya from any who wants to do harm to it or the civilians. I my hypothesis is correct, then Tika Jakin is with you, am I correct?” Cinton has already walked over to the communicator, and is holding it in his hand. Before he gives his reply, he looks back at Tika, who is still looking at the planet that she has only dreamed about.
 “Yes, she is. Why do you ask?” Cinton says, and then waits several seconds. No reply. “I repeat, Tika Jakin is aboard the Escape Pod. Why do you ask?” Again, nothing. Cinton looks back at the fleet, wondering what the hell is taking them so long to respond.
 “Affirmative.” Admiral Gido’s voice says over the communicator, Cinton weary of what he intends to do. That pause in a response usually means he was talking with someone else, discussing what to do about this situation. “We are now sending several fighter’s over to tow the escape pod into my ship, the Rosyan Pride. Do you understand?”
 Cinton speaks into the communicator as he spots several small dots leaving one of the dreadnaught ships. “I read you, Admiral, and I see the fighter’s being launched now. Master Alon, out.” Cinton puts the communicator back, and looks out the window that Tika and Anto are looking through, Daya now looking over Tika’s shoulder. Anto and Daya are watching the incoming fighters, but it looks like Tika doesn’t even noticed the fighters. She continues to stare at the planet, most likely not even hearing the conversation or her name being spoken.
 Even as the small fighters attach magnetic locks unto the pod and start carrying the escape pod to the Rosyan Pride, Tika does not look away from the planet. Cinton remembers how she tried to help him last night, and he will return the favor in kind to Tika.

 Admiral Gido Taural was born and raised on Coruscant, an man in that is going to be turning sixty in a couple of days and will then retire to the wonderful country side on Naboo with his wife, who is already waiting there for him. His hair is mostly grey now, his face covered with wrinkles and an old scar from many years ago is still healing on his left cheek. He was stationed to protect Rosya about five years ago, and the Republic is sending his replacement, an Admiral Gert Jerl, who is new to being an Admiral.
 Gido looks in the mirror, his old, worn out blue eyes looking back at him. He inspects his uniform to make sure everything is in order, and then he leaves his quarters to greet his four Jedi guests that are going to be docked in the hanger bay in a few minutes. Gido has been sworn into secrecy by the Rosyan government that, if Tika Jakin was to ever return, he is to escort her to the palace where she and a few of the senator’s will talk about what Tika may or may not remember about the incident.
 Gido is followed by six Republic Soldiers, who follow right behind him as he heads towards the hanger bay. He has no idea how to react when he meets the Jedi Master Cinton Alon wih his apprentice, Tika Jakin. He has met several Jedi before, but he never met these two before. Tika is the only survivor of one of the biggest genocides in history, and her master is known as the greatest detective in the Jedi Order while the other two Jedi have not been identified yet. Gido calms himself down, and starts to think about this logically.
 “These are four Jedi that are coming, not four Sith. They’re keepers of the peace, defenders of the innocent, and all that. He has nothing to worry about from them except maybe a few stern words if he makes a mistake, and that is the worst they will do to him.
 Gido enters the hanger bay, a little relieved that the Jedi haven’t arrived yet. A few mechanics are getting a few fighters ready for the pilot’s to go out on patrol. A spot was opened up for the Escape pod, Gido a little curious as to why there are four Jedi in a single Escape Pod with Imperial markings on it. He takes in a deep breath, and then lets it out, trying to get rid of the anxiety he is feeling. The last Jedi he met couldn’t take a joke, and was even stricter than Gido is on inspection days.
 Gido doesn’t have to wait long before the escape pod is towed in by two fighters, the other three fighter’s staying out of the hanger until room is made for them to dock. The fighter’s start to slowly lower the escape pod, letting it rest on the hanger. The pod doors open, and Gido watches as a Male Togruta steps out, followed by a male Zabrak holding a female girl in her early twenties. She looks a little shaken up, but not from the flight in the escape pod, but if that girl is really Tika Jakin, then this will be her first visit to Rosya since her birth. Gido can’t truly understand her feelings, but he understands that she must
 Then Cinton walks out, standing straight and proud as he walks down the boarding ramp. He is wearing armor instead of Jedi Robes, which Gido finds very odd. Since when do Jedi wear armor during times of peace? The four Jedi walk to Gido, Tika looking like she has no idea where she is, and doesn’t even care, her mind wandering off to other things, most likely Rosya. Gido watches the Jedi walk towards him, the zabrak and Tika talking with each other while Daya and Cinton are looking straight at Gido.
 When the Jedi are a few steps away from Gido, they stop walking to bow to Gido, who is unsure of whether to bow or salute to the Jedi. Instead, he smiles and quickly nods his head to the group of Jedi. “Welcome, Jedi. I am Admiral Taurol, in charge of the Rosyan Defense Forces. I am glad that you managed to make it to us safe and sound.” He looks at the young female as he starts to hear the other men start mumbling to each other, talking about Tika. They must have forgotten that a hanger bay makes even the smallest whisper heard throughout the whole hanger bay. “Come with me to a more private area,” Gido says as he see’s how uncomfortable Tika is from all of the whispering about her. “I want to hear your report of what happened to make you all in an Imperial Escape pod.”
 Gido and his guards turn around and start walking out of the hanger with the four Jedi right behind him. Gido feels an aching in his bones, an aching he hasn’t felt since the Serien War. He feels something big is about to happen, something that will not bode well for the Galaxy.

 “Stupid Jannon!” Loree Beren whispers to herself as she looks at the selection of hyperdrive parts that could possibly upgrade the Fallen Angel’s speed and start up time. “He’s so karfing blind I’m surprised he’s not a Miraluka! Even Kathy, the freaking Kath Hound, can tell I have feelings for him!” Loree grabs a small Hyper-atom distributor up, and starts inspecting the part to see just how well kept the part is.
 She finds it hard to concentrate on the distributor as her mind keeps wandering to Jannon in that stupid strip club with some old friend of his that he never mentioned to her before while eyeing some skanks that have no respect for themselves. What do they have that she doesn’t? As Loree puts the distributor down, she hears someone speak to her from behind.
 “Is there a problem, Ma’am?” Loree turns around to see a handsome man around his late twenties, early thirties wearing the parts stores outfit of black pants, blue shirt with a silver cog emblem above the heart, and black fingerless gloves. He looks like one of those male actors from one of those sappy love holo-dramas.
 “No, none at all. Why do you ask?” Loree asks as she tries to not admire the man’s muscular body and his fine facial features. This handsome young man must be why there are so many girls here.
 “Well, I could just tell by the look on your face that there is a problem. Is there a problem with our merchandise?” Loree chuckles as she crosses her arms, seeing a few girls behind this man googling him while eyeing her suspiciously, obviously trying to tell is she is a threat to them getting this man or not.
 “No, it’s just a personal problem with my mechanic. He’s hanging around an old friend of his while leaving me behind.” The man smiles, almost like he just discovered something.
 “I see, and your feelings for the mechanic?” The man asks, causing Loree to blush lightly. “Oh, interesting.” He says as he crosses his arms.
 “He’s too brain dead to be a good boyfriend, anyways.” Loree says as she crosses her arms. “Even you, a complete stranger who just met me, can tell of my feelings, yet he’s known me for yeas and he doesn’t suspect a thing.” She looks at the young man, seeing him as he puts his hands on his hips and sigh. “Why don’t men realize when a girl likes him a lot? Are they that blind?”
 “I can say the same about women.” The man says, not in a matter of fact way, but in the way when someone speaks from experience. “I know a girl, I won’t say who, whom I’ve known almost my whole life. I have grown a deep respect for this woman, which has turned into much more than just respect, but no matter how clear I make myself, she doesn’t seem to get a hint.” He then crosses his arms before continuing. “What I have discovered, though, is that if you like someone very much, the way you feel towards your mechanic and I do to my life-long friend, you need to make it obvious before he is taken by someone else, even if that person doesn’t feel the same way towards you.”
 Loree smiles, and then chuckles. “Oh, right. That does make sense, but what if he leaves me because of it? What if I am forced to find another mechanic? What if…”
 “What if you never say anything, and he leaves you anyway? With life, you have to take risks to get anywhere in life, but you don’t have to take any risk here at the number one space parts store in ROsya, where all our prices are fair, and our merchandise the best in the galaxy!” Loree chuckles as the man seems to turn this talk about romance into buying from his store. Well, it’s working.
 “So, then, can you tell me more about that Hyper-atom Distributor, mister…”
 “My names Cienor, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss…”
 “Loree, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Cienor. Now, use those skills of talking to sell me that distributor.”

 “I hope that this is better than the hanger bay.” Gido says as he enters the conference hall where a twelve-meter long table is in the middle surrounded by four chairs on each side and a chair on both ends. The Togruta, whose name Gido discovers to be Daya, sits down at one of the chairs, his back straight. Tika sits to the left of Daya while the Zabrak, whose name Gido has discovered is Anto, stands behind her, his hands on her shoulders.
 Cinton stays standing next to the door as Gido sits at the farthest end of the table from the door, looking at the group of Jedi. “So, which of you wants to speak first?”
 “I will since the story practically begins with our mission.” Cinton says as he puts his hands on his hips. “My apprentice, Tika Jakin, and I were stationed on the planet Belfed on the Keernal Space Station. We went undercover to discover the identity of a pirate spy that was feeding important information to the Pirate Forces there, and we were there for several weeks before they came in.” Cinton says as he motions towards Daya and Anto, Daya taking this as his cue to take over.
 “My padawan, Anto, and I were sent to Belfed to capture a Yaka that stole a Holocron, and we thought he was trying to sell it to a collector of some sorts, but we were unaware that he was hired to steal it not to sell it, but for some other reason that we do not know of yet. We managed to capture the Yaka and the Holocron, but this is where it gets a little… well, unbelievable. It turns out this Master of the Yaka was somehow able to make at least ninety-five percent of the Imperial land forces, along with the whole Imperial Fleet in that area with the Pirate forces, and were able to quickly take the ground base where me, Anto, and Tika were, and the Space Station where Cinton was stationed was also taken care of. We tried to escape with the help of a Mandalorian by the name of Wes Vige, but we were intercepted by the special ops troopers on the planet, and captured. We were taken up to the Belfeed Space Station, where Cinton was captured by the master mind behind this whole plot. His name is Skylax, an ex-Jedi that was supposedly killed about twenty years ago.”
 Cinton takes over again, an obvious pain in his eyes at the mention of this ‘Master’. “By the time they were captured, I was already captured by the master after we fought in the hanger bay. When we were all brought together in the cell, he revealed himself to them as Skylax. I already knew it was him when I first saw him, but I wasn’t able to tell them a thing before Skylax appeared before us. He let the Mandalorian go by letting him go back to his own ship, but he placed us in an escape pod and sent us off here. That is the end of our story, and for more information on Skylax, you can contact the Jedi Temple on Ossus for more information about past events involving Skylax.”
 Admiral Gido looks at the four Jedi with a raised eyebrow, unsure of what to think of the story. An ex-Jedi managed to convince a bunch of Pirates to join him, as well as who knows how many loyal Imperials over to his side? And for what? The Holocron? A small military force? Supplies? Gido see’s no way as to how this will end well for him, but, if the story is true, then he must be very skilled in the ways of tactics. After all, he would need to have amazing intelligence in order to keep the planet for any extended period of time.
 “I think I will call the Jedi Council about this after writing a report, which I will write after I get a fully detailed report from you, Master Alon.” Gido says Tika, Daya, and Anto all stand from their seats. “Now, I will have to go and contact the Jedi Council, and then I have to get in contact with Coruscant all the while we prepare a ship for you four to return to Ossus with. You all have plenty of time to explore the space station, relax, and if you want to, we can even prepare a shuttle to take you to the planet’s surface.”
 Gido speaks the last part as he looks at Tika, who is surprised at first and then starts to think. Gido doesn’t know if she is thinking about the planet, the people, or if she is thinking of staying up here on the station, but Gido wants to let them know that they aren’t just stuck on this ship. They’re Jedi, after all. Why would they lie to him about this sort of thing? Unless they have something to hide, of course.
 “Thank you, and we’ll consider going down to the planet.” Cinton says as the three other Jedi stand and walk over to him. “Now, we will like to be brought to our quarters so we may rest and…”
 “No.” Tika says as she looks up at her master, and then back at Gido. “I want to go down to the surface, Admiral. I want to see the planet where I was born.”

 Jannon sits at a bar in the Lunar Casino. It was once more of a casino than a strip club, but now the people just want to spend their money on seeing half-naked girls than trying to play a good game of Pazaak. A shame, really. Jannon was really looking forward to spending some credits on a few games, but it seems like the only players are two male humans, one in his late thirties the other in his mid-twenties, a female Sulustan, and a male Rodian.
 None of them appear really good, which means that they really are terrible at the game, or it’s just a trick to get money off a few unfortunate player’s that just want a good, honest game. Jannon sighs as some Rosyan Ale, a rare delicacy even here on Rosya, is placed in front of him by the female bartender. Jannon grins as he picks up the Rosyan Ale, bringing it up to his lips. “So, what do you want to talk about, your majesty?”
 Kodo Zapel, the new king of Rosya, sits next to Jannon, a big grin on his face. “I thought that you wouldn’t mind trying out some Rosyan Ale, something that not a lot of people have had.” Kodo has blond hair, his blue eyes having wooed many girls over to him. He was of planet during the incident while studying politics, and since the king before Kodo and his whole family was on the planet during the incident, Kodo, along with several other politicians, became candidates for the people to vote for, and it just so happens that the public just so happened to like Kodo more than anyone else.
 “You wouldn’t bring me here just for a good drink, you were never one for small talk. You want me to do something, something that you obviously don’t want anyone in the government to door know about otherwise you wouldn’t even care that I came back.” Jannon says as he then takes a sip of the Rosyan Ale. It’s much stronger than Jannon thought it would, Jannon feeling like it just hit him in the face with a huge stick.
 “Unfortunately, you’re right Jannon.” Kodo says as anther cup of Rosyan Ale is placed in front of him. He picks it up, and takes a small sip, Jannon a little surprised at how he isn’t affected by the drink when he, himself, is almost drunk off his ass from a small sip. “The Rosyan government has always had tremendous power, always very controlling, but now it’s worse than before. My wife and daughter doesn’t know this yet, but the government has more power than ever. I wondered why so many people voted for me when I just began my political career, but the people actually voted in another king by the name of Dalur, who was with the last king before he died for the majority of both of their lives. Unfortunately, the Government officials knew he would only decrease their power, and so they changed the numbers so I would win. They then used me so I would unknowingly give them more power, and I am only a puppet, the one forced to make their changes into laws and give the speeches. I didn’t want to be King, you know, but my assistants told me that it will be a great start. Now I think that my assistants are working with the government officials.”
 Jannon would like to say that he’s surprised, but the greedy politicians are quite predictable. Instead of thinking for the people, they only think about what they can do for themselves with more power. “So what? This has nothing to do with me since I’m only here on a quick visit.” Jannon says as he places the Rosyan Ale down, not wanting to try to see what the second sip will do to him.
 “I just want you to pass along a message, that’s all.” Kodo reaches into his pocket, and then takes out three small datapads, each the size of a credit chip. “I want these taken to several locations. The first is to a old friend of ours. I think you remember the lovely Twi’lek girl in our elementary school, right?”
 “I remember how much you kept pulling on her head tails whenever the teacher wasn’t looking.” Jannon says, remembering how many times he distracted the teacher while Kodo would pull on those head tails.
 “Well, she’s in charge of a huge company now, completely run by herself. The government has no power over her company, which they fear because she owns a small news station with only a few viewers. The information I want you to give is just some basic definition of a few of the laws that are passed, and not the false definitions that I am forced to tell them. She’ll tell the truth, and the government won’t be able to stop her until it’s too late. Once one person knows it, soon everyone will at least be aware of it. Then you are to give these other two to two very important people off planet. Have you ever heard of Zura the Hutt?”
 Jannon silently swears when he hears the Hutt’s name. “Unfortunately, Zura and I have a very… troubled past. The only reason that Zura hasn’t put a bounty on me is because she wants me to become one of her servants, if you get my drift. I said no, and now we’re not on speaking terms.” Doko sighs, and then puls out a small pin from his pocket that is in the shape of a shield with two roses crossing each other to form a X.
 “If you give this to Zura, she’ll know it’s from me. Besides, you will only meet one of her goons in a location which is disclosed in this chip. Zura will then be able to hire many of her people to come here and spread the truth of what is happening. Then the last one will be a little challenging. I know of your smuggling, and I know you have been doing it for several years before the incident. I just need to know something. Are you wanted by Republic Law Enforcements?”
 Jannon cocks an eyebrow. “Me? No, but they may have my ship under a wanted list.”
 “That’s fine by me, I just need you to give this to a dear friend of mine that will show the truth to everyone on the Galactic News. The government can control the information on this planet, but not in the whole galaxy. I just need you to give this information to several people, and I will pay you a nice price. Here,” Kodo pulls out a credit chip, and slides it over to Jannon. “I think that is more than enough for this job.”
 Jannon reaches out, grabs the chip, and brings it up to see the amount on the chip. His jaw drops as he looks at all the zero’s on the chip. “All this just for me to give some data? There has to be more to this than just information.” Doko chuckles, and then takes another sip of the Rosyan Ale. He looks at the glass, and then puts it back down. “Actually, there is. The Rosyan Government kept one big thing a secret, and made the major governments in the galaxy try to keep this whole incident as quite as possible, but there is one thing that only this government, the Jedi Order, and those high up in the Triumvirate know, and that is that there was a survivor.”
 Jannon feels a tight pain in his chest. A survivor? How? Why? Who is it? Is it someone he knows? Where is he? Or She? “I swear, Kodo, if you’re lying to me about this…”
 “Jannon, I have no intention of lying to you about this. I know you had family here, and this is why I trust you. You know the importance of family, and you know what happens when you lose them. I know you will want everyone to know the truth of what the Rosyan Government is doing, because for all I know, they may know even more than I know they do. They may know what happened here, Jannon, and we can’t let them get away with this.” Kodo says as he takes the Rosyan Ale, and gulps it all down, Jannon wondering if he will be able to even walk after drinking all of that.
 Much to Jannon’s surprise, Kodo stands up, and then smiles at Jannon. “I wish you didn’t bring my family into this.” Jannon says as the female bartender takes up Kodo’s drink. “I’ll deliver these after I have a drink or two here.” Kodo nods his head, and then turns to leave the cantina.
 “Of course, Jannon. I knew I chose the right guy for the job.”

 Tika and Anto walk the streets of the Rosyan capitol, Tika looking all around to try and memorize as much as she can about the streets, the smell of the air, every face in the street, and the sounds. She can’t believe that she’s here, that she is breathing in the air and walking the same street that her mother walked. Anto is leading Tika through the streets, also looking around at her home planet.
 Tika and Anto keep having to make sure they don’t trip over any of the kids running through the streets, Tika wondering if this was normal for Rosya before the mass genocide twenty-years ago. How many family business’s died out? How many survivors had family here? Tika gulps as she feels dozens of emotions running through her like a tornado is throwing her emotions around and then sucking them back in.
 “Tika, do you want to go somewhere specific?” Anto asks as he holds Tika’s hand, rubbing her hand with his thumb. “Do you want me to stay with you?” Tika looks over at Anto, and then looks around. She points at a small building with the words ‘Lunar Casino’ written in Basic.
 “I want to get something to eat.” She looks back at Anto, the look on her face telling Anto that she is feeling better now than she was just several seconds ago. “I want to get something to eat, alone. I hope that you don’t mind, but I just need some time alone.” Anto smiles, leans down, and then plants a quick kiss on her cheek.
 “Of course, Tika. I’ll check out that souvenir shop over there.” Tika looks where Anto was looking, and see’s a small shop right next to the Lunar Casino. There are ton’s of knick knacks and clothes that have ton’s of Rosyan sayings. “If you need me, I’ll be close by.” Tika looks back at Anto, and then smiles.
 “Thank you, Anto. I’m glad you understand.” Tika gives a quick kiss on Anto’s cheek before she walks off towards the Casino, Tika hoping they have some good food and a nice, cool drink.

 Kodo leaves the Lunar Casino to see his bod guard, Jero, waiting for him across the street. Jero has brown hair tied behind his head and has a rifle slung over his shoulder. Kodo nods at him, and then takes two steps away from the casino before someone bumps into him. He looks over to see a girl in her late teens with black hair tied in a ponytail and thrown over her left shoulder.
 “Oh, I’m sorry.” The girl says as she does a quick bow to Kodo. “I should have been watching where I was going.” She says as Kodo smiles kindly at her.
 “No worries, young lady. I should have also been paying more attention.” He nods his head towards her, and then starts walking away from the woman, who looks surprisingly familiar to Kodo. Where has he seen her before? When he reaches Jero, he stops walking when he remembers her face in the Rosyan secret archives. He turns around to see the young lady walk into the casino as her name appears into his mind.
 “Sir?” Jero asks as he steps towards Kodo. “Who was that woman?” Kodo looks at Jero, and then says her name silently to Jero.
 “That, my friend, was Tika Jakin, the lone survivor of the incident twenty years ago.”

 Jannon drinks from a small glass of water, trying to not think of how badly the Rosyan Ale affected him. The nearly full glass is still sitting there, Jannon tempted to take the remains of it back to the Fallen Angel so he can try getting used to it. His mind wanders back to his little sister, Lillia, who was pregnant when the incident happened.
 He wonders, if Lillia had given birth and the incident never happened, he wondered if he would have come back to Rosya and stayed there so he can help his sister raise that little angel, his niece. He keeps seeing flashes of what she may look like if she was born.
 He imagines her having her mother’s hair color, maybe keeping it short so then she may be different. Jannon remembers that the kids like looking like their parents, but eventually start doing things different from their parents so they can be viewed as different. Maybe she would have her mother’s purple eyes, just like her grandfather’s eyes, or maybe she would have her father’s eyes, whoever that may have been.
 As his mind tries to imagine what else his niece may look like, a teen girl sits two seats away from him, and starts talking to the bartender. “Hello, do you take Republic credits?”
 “Yes, Ma’am. We also take Imperial credits as well, and many other forms of currency.”
 “Good, then I will like… the Nerf burger with a side of water, please.”
 “Excellent choice, Ma’am. It will take about five minutes for your order to be complete.”
 “Thank you.” Jannon looks over at the girl, Jannon still trying to get past the Ale that is affecting his mind and thoughts because this girl looks familiar. The girl looks over her shoulder at a table that has a male human paying a female stripper money, and then she looks back at Jannon. “Do I know you?” She asks Jannon, Jannon not noticing that he was staring at the young lady.
 “Sorry, it’s just that… that you look familiar to me.” Jannon takes another sip from his water, and then puts it down. She looks a lot like…
 “Is that some sort of pickup line? If so, I should tell you that I have a boyfriend.” The woman says as a cup of water is placed in front of her by the bartender.
 “No, that wasn’t a pickup line, I mean it. You look familiar to me. It could just be that Rosyan Ale talking to me, but I swear you look like someone I know. What’s your name?” Jannon asks as he tries to piece together as to who she is.
 The woman looks at Jannon, unsure of whether or not she should tell him, and then gives in. “My name’s Tika,” Tika says as she grabs the water. “Tika Jakin.”
To Be Continued In Homecoming Part 3