A/N: The Omake below was from the Arcadia story. It's now the first part of a new Lone Traveler story - The Lone Traveler in a Galaxy Far, Far Away.
And this one is mostly humor. It's as close to a crack-fic as I can write. (I can't write total crack- it's beyond me.) It's not supposed to be deep - just for humor. Something for me to play with when the mood suits.
OMAKE
Harry made his way into the local bar. He thought he recognized this bar from somewhere but it had been a long time ago. He hoped they took Galleons – cause that's all he had.
Harry made his way over toward the bar. There were people around of all types. It was obvious that this wasn't Earth – at least not Earth of his time. Earth didn't have aliens of all shapes, sizes, and colors. There were a few humans around the edge, he noted.
As he moved to stand next to the bar, he was bumped. He turned and there was an alien snarling in its own language at him, kind of looking like an upright boar – tusks and all. He said, "Excuse me."
Another alien, a bit more humanoid but still looking like he was related to a boar, said, "He doesn't like you."
Harry shrugged. "I'm sorry."
"I don't like you."
"I'm sorry about that too."
"You better watch out! I have Death Warrants in twelve systems! If …"
Before the man could continue, there was a disturbance in the crowd. The three turned and saw that there was a path being made.
Harry recognized the teenager making the ruckus. He sighed. "Hello, Boss."
The beligerant Alien looked at him in horror. "You work for him? For one of those?"
Harry shrugged. "Well … yeah."
The Alien was all of a sudden far less beligerant and obnoxious. "Oh! Well, we're sorry for bumping you and for taking your time." The two aliens then quickly rushed away.
Harry turned to Goth Boy God. "What was that all about?"
God shrugged. "Hello, Harry."
"Hey, Boss. Want something?"
"Water."
Harry turned to the barman who was now standing respectfully waiting for their order. "Two waters." Harry dropped a Galleon on the bar.
The barman nodded in a servile fashion. "Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir!"
The two received their water and then made their way to an unoccupied booth. The crowd, once again, made room for them to pass – acting very nervous.
"Is that a new piercing?" Harry asked curiously, pointing to the nose on the deity's face.
God shrugged and smirked. "I haven't decided if I wanted to get a bigger one yet."
The people around him, who were nervously trying to overhear, moved even further away at that.
"So, what do you want me to do?"
"In about half an hour, an older man and a boy around Joan's age will be riding in to town. I want you to help them to arrange a meeting with those two." He pointed toward a man at another table that had a tall figure next to him, covered in hair.
The two he pointed at looked nervous by being noticed by the teenager dressed as a Goth.
Suddenly, Harry remembered. "Wait! Am I where I think I am?" God smirked and nodded. Harry grinned. "Ooooh! This is going to be fun!"
God smirked and said, "We'll be coming with them – for at least the original part of the trip."
Harry was excited. He had been to one of these universes but it was many, many Travels ago.
The two got up and went over to the man and the Wookie. "I heard you have a ship," Harry grinned at the human.
"Uh. Yeah."
"We have a commission for you – some up front and some when we get there. My boss here told me you could help."
The man looked resigned and the Wookie howled – quietly.
Harry looked around and saw the bounty hunter who would have accosted Han Solo waiting in the wings. Noting that EVERYONE in the bar was nervous at the sight of this incarnation of God, he felt a sudden impulse – he WAS the son of a Marauder after all.
He called out loudly to the onlookers, "Me and my boss will be doing some business with these two. I hope that doesn't inconvenience anyone?"
There were a lot of "No" and "Of course not!" and other sentiments expressed by the bystanders. God just smirked.
The bounty hunter had been one of those to express this. He soon rushed out to get word to Jabba – Han Solo was now working for one of those. It was probably best to just let things go. Han Solo had far more to worry about than an annoyed Hutt.
Harry looked at Han and said, "Why don't you have your friend get your ship ready? We have to go get the group that's going with us. Will that work?"
Han did not hesitate to agree. "Chewie. Go get the ship ready." Chewbacca, mighty Wookie and veteran of the Clone Wars, did not protest ... at all.
The four made their way out, once again being given wide berth.
The alien who sat around the bar soaking up information to sell decided that certain things should just be kept to oneself. It didn't pay to get involved when one of those was also involved.
When the stormtroopers came in an hour later to make inquiries, he kept his mouth shut.
Harry asked God, "Can you tell me where they're planning on selling their speeder?"
God pointed to a lot down the road. Harry grinned. "Why don't we go and tell the proprietor that it's coming and we hope that he will give a good price for it. Then you can go meet up with Chewbacca. You seem to attract a lot of attention."
God nodded.
The dealer was very quick to agree to give their friends as good a price as he could. God walked away and the dealer was suddenly far less nervous. He asked Harry, "How did you come to be working for Him?"
Harry shrugged and grinned. "He convinced me that it was better that I do certain jobs. I get well-rewarded."
The dealer shrugged. He had heard of the planet where the natives dressed like that. The rewards they gave out were nothing he wanted anything to do with. There was a reason why even the new Empire stayed well away from that system.
A/N: It was a plot bunny. Somewhere in the Star Wars universe is a planet of people who dress like Goths and they have a very bad reputation. Other planets and races have decided to accommodate them as much as possible when they appear – and hope that they disappear just as quick.
