The Rebel Faction

Jai sighed and looked to Mahk. He had clearly displayed his opinion on the whole matter...Bren or No Bren. Jaina was torn...was she to tell Logan to go; sending him, surely, into the jaws of death...or was she to make him stay; keeping her little girl in the clutches of the pirates?

"Joren...I.............Do what you must."

"What'll it be, Miss?"

"Almanian Tea...with a shot of whiskey, barkeep."

"You got it."

Alissa Logan sat at the bar of 'The Sunset Inn', a shady dive in the seediest part of Coruscant. She had come here a few days ago to aquire a room...and to wait. She was to wait for Joren Logan. She wasn't sure what to look for, maybe a older military man, but that was about it.

She looked around and scoffed. She was a bloodlust pirate, yes, but everyone had thier limits...and this place was beyond hers. She would have rather staying aboard her ship, The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Saber's Claw<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, but she had to follow orders, even though she was second in command.

As the bartender set her drink down in front of her, the com clipped to her belt went off. She knew exactly who it was, and therefore waited a minute before answering, takeing a sip of her drink. She finally answered to com after the bar's clientel began giveing her looks...

"Lis here."

"You deaf space rat! Why didn't you answer me sooner?"

"Temper, temper, Dear Brother."

"Oh shut up. Look, listen and listen good. The Old Man's spacecraft just came out of hyperspace and launched a shuttle. Be ready. The time is at hand."

Lis looked up...with a glance up and down at the man, she rolled her eyes.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Not <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> another<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> one<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->.

"Look, scuzzbag, I don't have a light, I don't want you to buy me a drink, I don't think this seat is vacant, I don't want to dance, I don't want to go somewhere quieter, and I don't take cash <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> or<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> credit. So f*** off."

Alissa was sick and tired of being hit on, she'd had enough. And who did this old man think he was?! She was at least 30 years younger than he was. She scoffed and knocked back another swig of her tea and whiskey.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Joren Logan! Oh no! What have I done!?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Alissa had no clue the man was Logan. She mentally cursed herself for not haveing had sought out a recent holo of him. But...now that she looked at him, he was, no doubt, the man she seeked.
"Forgive me, Sir. Your entrance and dress were expected to be of a higher standard. My mistake entirely."

Lis figured there was no better time than now...she had ruined any first impression she could have made, so shocking him further and without any delicacy, she thought, would now make no difference.

She swiveled on her bar stool to face him and held out her hand, "My name is Alissa...Alissa Logan."

"Yes..."

She acted cruelly and let all the questions in his eyes just hang in the air unanswered as she continued. "I must apologize for the attack, and the raid...and the children. We would have been less dramatic, but...my brother believes in big, lasting first impressions."

She smiled slightly. "Yet, don't worry of the young girl. She is upstairs in my room, safe and sound being watched over by my personal protacal droid...and assassin droid. Meerly for her protection of course, I assure you."