*This Omake is cannon.

*This Omake takes place during the events of Ch.56 More Than Meets the Eye Part III. Specifically, where this line takes place: "After a minute of asking around she comes back to Izuku with some good news."

*This scene was supposed to be in the chapter originally but because of timing I felt like I had to cut it out. But hey I bet it'll make for a good Omake. So, enjoy.

**Sorry for posting this so late I legit forgot to post it this morning.

Omake: Tavern of High Charity

And so with it being the only way through Izuku hesitantly grips the door handle before yanking the door open anticipating the worst.

And what he finds as he steps in is nothing except for a raging nightclub and bar scene filled to the brim with aliens!

Before him sits the Tavern of High Charity.

Strobe lights flash about the club as purple and blue neon lights line the alien-architecture walls. Everything is smooth with purplish and bluish tints giving it such futuristic yet alien style. With a cold purple tinted floor with black tiling. A large variety of aliens party about, drinking, chatting and dancing away without a care.

In one corner Izuku spots what he thinks to be a group of alien warriors challenging each other to arm wrestles and drinking games.

They're all about 7 to 8 feet in height with saurian-like appearance. Cladded in futuristic helmets and armor these reptilian aliens have dark grey skin, three fingered hands, and most strictly their jaws appear to be made up of a single upper jaw and then their lower jaws are quadruple-hinged, with four finger-like mandibles.

They seem to see themselves as elitesas they push and boss around their small statured grunts that mill about serving them.

Izuku walks further into the bar, taking in the other sights.

He blushes and looks away as Twi'leks and other shapely aliens take the small stages and perform for the crowd. As BD-3000 luxury droids mill about serving food and drinks to the patrons.

A trio of Sonorosians act as both the D.J. and the speakers, with several of the lookalike Sonorosians acting as the sound system.

In another corner there seems to be some sort of illegal animal fighting. Like a miniature version of a gladiatorial ring where drunk patrons cheer and watch as a strange dog-like monitor lizard chases and gobbles down these ugly looking lizard rats.

A few of the drunk patrons catch Izuku's eye like the tall tree man who's joined by a greenish-grey alien whose body is covered in red tattoos, and a talking raccoon in an orange jumpsuit.

And finally in the last and furthest corner of the club Izuku spots the bar that's being waited on by an Anacondon who hands from the rafters above so his tail is free to grab and serve drinks. At the bar sits a number of other aliens like another brute, a Tetramand, and even Bubble Helmet is here.

And finally, he spots her, he spots Lucy striding her way towards the bar.

He hurries after her, shoving and snaking past partying aliens.

"Thanks for waiting." He huffs when he catches up to her.

She spins around in surprise before apologizing. "Sorry, I thought you'd know." After all it is his planet, guess she assumed wrong. "You really are a rookie then. Okay since you're new to all this, just don't talk to anyone or do anything to offend. Got it?" She warns, totally serious and worried.

"Got it."

She nods, happy to hear it before she turns back to the bar and begins to chat away with some of the other patrons hoping that one of them will know a pilot that'll be willing to give her a lift.

Izuku follows her, leaving only a seat between them as he leans against the bar while she chats with the other customers.

As he stands there, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly, the Anacondon bartender slithers between the pipes hanging from the ceiling.

His bulging eyes squinting at Izuku. "What'sss your poissson?"

Izuku jolts up, startled. "Um…sorry but I'm a minor."

The Anacondon lazily shakes his head. "That doesssn't matter to me. Thisss essstablisssment isssn't exactly regulation. Ah, if you know what I mean."

"Um, I'm-I'm good." But then again it might seem rude to say no. He doesn't want to offend the alien after all…so maybe he should at least order something. "How about some…milk then?" Izuku asks awkwardly, not sure what else he could order.

But the bartender doesn't seem bothered by the request at all as his tail slithers down and under the counter before pulling out a small glass. "Sssure."

With his dexterous tail he drops the glass on the counter and then sketches down for a pitcher of milk. He expertly pours the drink and puts down the pitcher before sliding the filled glass towards Izuku.

The milk sloshes as it slides to a stop against Izuku's hand.

He stares at the milk concerningly. "It's blue." Like the kind of blue, you'd find in a slushy or something, but it's milk.

The bartender doesn't seem to care. "Yesss, I know." He turns away to help another customer.

Izuku, too nervous to drink the discolored milk, instead holds the cup in his hand so as to not offend.

But since he doesn't bother to drink he decides to preoccupy himself my observing the other aliens in the bar: from the dancing Twi'leks, service droids, the rowdy elites, muscular Tetramand, and the Sonorosian D.J.s as music is blasted throughout the bar.

He peers back at Lucy at one point and finds her chatting away with an alien that looks a lot like Big Foot, with brown fur and a leather bandolier.

Since she's busy in some sort of negotiations Izuku turns back towards the bar to wait it out.

*Aroof-brech!* A loud watery snort bellows out as Izuku is grabbed and spun around.

Izuku freezes when he comes face-to-face with a bipedal tuskless walrus of an alien, wearing a white shirt and an iconic orange jacket.

The tuskless thug snorts loudly and aggressively into Izuku's petrified face. *Braa-chcharo!* Not Not understanding the alien, nor knowing what to do, Izuku just awkwardly turns away hoping that if he just ignores the thug then he'll just go away.

But then a much thinner hand shoves their finger into his shoulder.

Izuku turns and this time finds that the tuskless walrus has been joined by a heavily disfigured man; the right side of his face being all twisted and swollen like he tried to perform some sort of demented facial surgery on himself. And it would certainly fit as he gives the vibe of a mad surgical doctor.

"He doesn't like you." The disfigured doc explains.

Izuku, finding this all so odd and awkward, tries to just end the conversation then and there. "Sorry." And he turns away again.

But the disfigured doctor pulls him around again and spits in his face. "I don't like you either. You just watch yourself. We're wanted men. I have the death sentence on twelve systems."

Izuku once again tries to desolate the situation, turning away again. "I'll be careful."

The disfigured doc grabs him. "You'll be DEAD!" The doc screeches as the tuskless walrus snorts aggressively in the background.

Lucy, overhearing them, leans over Izuku's shoulder and tires her hand at descaling thing. "This boy's not worth the effort."

The disfigured doc and tuskless walrus scowl at her, but she remains unfazed by their nasty glares.

"Let me get you boys something to drink, aye?"

That sets them off as the disfigured doc grabs Izuku and tosses him aside. "Raaagh!"

Izuku crashes into a table, startling everyone.

Aliens scream, warriors grab their weapons, and the bartender slithers up and away howling in fear. "No blasters! No blasters!"

But the tuskless walrus is quick to draw his blaster out at Lucy.

Lucy leaps into action, her body morphing into her hybrid-sludge form as the walrus blasts away but the bolts harmless pass through her body. Whipping her hands out like whips, she smacks the disfigured doc across the face, smacking his head into the counter and knocking him out. And in the same movement her stretched limbs whip themselves around the walrus's arm before she pulls down HARD.

*SNAP!*

*ARROOOOFFF!* The tuskless walrus howls in pain, his trigger-happy arm bent and broken, forcing him to drop his weapon.

Silence befalls the bar as the disfigured doc lays unconscious and his friend howls and howls in pain, gripping his limp arm.

Lucy quickly picks up on all the watching eyes. So, as she morphs back into her human form she tries to shrug off the short ruckus with an easy explanation. "They had too much."

And that's apparently a good enough explanation as the music begins to blast away again and aliens go back to their drinks, dancing, and conversations almost like nothing ever happened.

Lucy approaches Izuku to check on him.

Izuku, not wanting to worry her, pulls himself to his feet. "I'm alright."

"Good." She smiles, knowing he'll be even better after he hears this. "I found a pilot."

*If it wasn't obvious this scene was my play on the "STAR WARS: A NEW HOPE Clip - Cantina (1977) Harrison Ford" scene. With the "tuskless walrus" being Ponda Baba and the "disfigured doc" being Cornelius Evazan.

*UPDATE* So I have started Ch.57 Under the Sea. But I have not made it that far as I took a weeklong break from writing. But even so, I hope to have the chapter finished and posted either by Friday, January 7 or Friday, January 14.

*Also, I will be taking some creative liberties with one of the new characters I will be introducing next chapter. It shouldn't in any way upset any Ben Ten fan, in fact I hope it'll be a nice treat for you all. Although the character himself isn't exactly a joy to be around. He can be kind of a…brat.