Slicer sat back on his bar stool and leaned against the wall, looking out over the whole room. Stealth sat next to him, giving the bartender a hard time.

"I just want a Corellian ale."

"Do you got an ID?" the bartender asked. "We don't serve you without an ID."

Stealth sighed. He pointed at his face. "Look at me! Do I look like a minor? You can sell me the stuff, man!"

The bartender shrugged his shoulders and disappeared behind the counter for a second, then reappeared holding a glass of clear liquid with a fruit slice stuck on the brim of the glass.

"Thank you!" Stealth said sarcastically, taking the drink out of the man's hand. He took a sip and made a face.

"Water?" Slicer asked. Stealth nodded and put the glass down, giving up on trying to get an ale. He turned and surveyed the room. A group of girls was sitting at a table, glancing over and occasionally giggling. A blonde looked in Stealth's direction and smiled, waving flirtatiously. Stealth smiled and waved back. The girl frowned, shook her head, and pointed behind Stealth. He ruffled his brow and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me."

"What?" Slicer asked.

Stealth pointed at the blonde. "That girl wants your number."

"RC-109?"

"No, your comm number, dinii!"

"Why would she want that?"

"So she can call you, because she thinks you're cute." Slicer took a swig of water.

"But... I look like you."

"I know! I don't understand it either!" Stealth started ranting about how Slicer always got attention from the girls, yet never seemed to notice. Slicer tuned him out after a second. He glanced over at a booth in the corner. There was a rather shady looking man sitting there, his face half covered by an old grey scarf . Slicer studied him a bit closer, then recognized him as Mikal Jansen, the Corellian bounty hunter. But what was he doing here? He didn't seem to be doing much, only monitoring the people, probably looking for his next bounty. Slicer checked around the room, wondering if he should go after the man.

The bell at the front of the cantina rang as the door opened. A girl that looked about in her early twenties walked in. She wore a simple green tunic, and her brown hair was pulled back into a braid. There wasn't anything incredibly spectacular about her, and Slicer wouldn't have noticed, except that Jansen stood up immediately and subtly reached for his hold out blaster, shouldering his way through the room, slowly advancing on the newcomer. Slicer jumped to his feet, cutting Stealth off in mid-sentence. Jansen bumped into the girl in the middle of the cantina. He passed her, then spun around, grabbing her arm and knocking a small metal cylinder off her belt. It clattered to the floor, catching the attention of a few of the closer patrons. Jansen pressed the hold out blaster into the girls back and said something to her, nudging her toward the door. Slicer rushed forward to help. But before he could take even two steps, the girl rammed her elbow into Jansen's stomach, knocking the blaster out of his hand. She aimed a strike at his nose, but he raised his arm in time to block. She drove her shoulder into his chest, and they both went sprawling across the floor. By this time, the patrons had figured out that something was going on. They all stepped back at a safe distance, unwilling to spill their drinks. The girl reached out her hand toward the cylinder, and it flew into her hand as if drawn by a magnet. She flicked a red button on its side, and a green beam of light erupted from the hilt. She turned onto her back and swung at Jansen, but he jumped back to avoid the swing, then kicked at the girls hand, once again disarming her. He made the mistake of assuming she was helpless, though. He dragged her to her feet, a stun dart in his hand, as he attempted to prick her arm with the tip. With one swift movement, however, she wrenched her arm free of his grip, spun around once, and with the momentum, landed a square kick right on Jansen's shin. Slicer heard a muted crack, just as Jansen fell to the floor, howling in pain. The cantina bouncer came by then and dragged Jansen off to the back, waiting for the CSF to arrive.

The brown haired girl pushed a few loose hairs out of her face, scanning the floor for her lightsaber. Slicer spotted it underneath Stealth's chair. He bent down and picked it up, cautiously walking over to the Jedi girl, holding it out to her.

"I... think this is yours," he said nervously.

The Jedi smiled as she took it from him. "Thanks. I keep thinking I should tie this thing to my arm or something, just to keep it from rolling away."

"You fight good," Slicer said, grinning. "Er...well. I mean... you fight well. Uh... I'm Slicer!" He gave her a sloppy salute.

"I'm Rane," she said, laughing slightly at his nerves.

"You're a pretty-- I mean, that's a pretty name!"

"Not used to talking to Jedi?"

Stealth rolled his eyes and called across the room. "Girls! He's not used to talking to girls!"

Slicer blushed. "Heh. That's Stealth." He turned and gave him a look. "He's my sister."

Stealth stuck his tongue out at Slicer.

Rane laughed. "Well I'll let you get back to hanging out with him then. Thanks for finding my lightsaber!" Then she turned and left the cantina.

Slicer waved. "Yeah... uh... nice fight! Again. Rane. Good fight."

Stealth walked up behind Slicer. "Who's the new girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfriend, she was just a really good fighter!"

"That's the best quality in a woman, ner vod! Nice pick. When's the wedding?"

"Ne'johaa." Slicer said, turning around and going back to his seat.

Stealth called after him, "Hey, since you don't want the blonde, is it alright if I ask her for her number?"