A drugged up Jamo sat slothlike, slouched in his chair. Clothes crumpled and tousled, his intoxicated grin was the only thing he wore that remained in perfect condition. His tinted sunglasses lay perched on his nose lopsidedly as he looked half through them towards the bar. Around him at his table were sat a motely crew of smugglers, criminals and joy riders of the illegal way.

"Sith swordsh and stuffsh! That's where the money ish," gurgled a human man, in his late 40s assumably, who sat stock stout to Jamo's left.

"Yeeeeeah, get in with the evil in the galaxies and you're safe!" chortled another less humanoid being, "I mean come on, what are the Jedi gonna do? Love you to death!"

Jamo hiccuped loudly as he began to laugh, his hands prodding idly and childishly at the underside of the badly crafted wooden table.

"Sho we should get shome relicsh!"
"And sell them to the Sith!"

The two lively characters exchanged banter loudly as Jamo lapsed into a dazed state, his eyes glazing over as he looked perceptively into the glass work of his ale bottle. He cleared his throat and felt the warm rice like feeling of vomit surging half way up his throat, causing him to sit up sharply. He grabbed as his jaw and groaned loudly, his discomforted not noted in the slighest by his drinking buddies.

"Capture one of 'em! You'd get loadsh if you shold 'em!"

Looking up into the drunks eyes, even in his own deluded state, the idea sounded good. It sounded profitable. It sounded easy. It sounded just up Jamo's avenue.

"Oh yeah, like they're just going to walk into a cage and sit down to be happily sold off to someone," roared the thinner of the two 'men'. Jamos grin returned after it's brief time of departure.

"Maybe they would, if you baited them right," he said as he pushed himself up in his seat, his smoke hazed eyes glimmered with a hint of excitement and melancholy, a plan developing in his mind.

On Theed...

Amalia sat in a booth in the back of a small cafe. Her left index finger traced the rim of her now empty scotch glass. She moved her finger away from the rim, only to flick the glass, making a small musical pitch of a hum that reflected off of the glass. She rested her hand upon the table top as her eyes began to scan the cafe. She shook her head in disappointment, noting that there was no one in the cafe that she recognized. She frowned and lifted her hand from the table, only to rest it underneath her chin as her eyes looked toward the door, waiting for a familiar face to walk through the door.

Boredom, nothing good comes out of boredom...

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Some time later, back at Jamo's apartment...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

There was no light in the right, save that from the tiny laptops liquid crystal display. It gave off a light cyan glow, illuminating the low portion of Jamo's face, exaggerating the lines of exhaustion and annoyance. He had, so far, been sitting at the computer for over 4 hours, since around 1:15am.

Drumming with light yet forceful raps against the keyboard, he squinted as he tried to pick out the letters the pixels formed. The resolution of the screen was huge to compensate for the fact that the weary outlaw had many windows open currently. Download transactions passed quickly due to the high speed connection to the information network he had accessed - thanks to Jenaveer. She had hooked him up onto the dusty info archive that his ... parents had once ran. It had not been updated in some time, although after he left home it seemed that some other Bothans had altered some of the data, deleting and entering files to make the current files more accurate. Accurate was what he needed.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi...Anakin Skywalker...Luke Skywalker," he mumbled almost incoherently to himself as he scrolled down through one window, clicking it shut quickly as he moved onto another.

"Mara Jade...Jacen Solo...Jaina Solo...Ulic Quel Droma..."

The names were familiar, as were the faces, but the people themselves were long gone. Centuries had gone by since the mighty saber of Obi-Wan had quelled the darkside, and the presence of Mara Jade had graced the galaxies. Jamo sighed.

"I don't want you relics," he cursed loudly and freely at the top of his voice, much to the anger of his neighbours.

"Hexadragon, Amalia Azalin... here we go, these are the last updates," he confirmed to himself out a loud as he looked at the profiles of the Jedi. The first of the two seemed reachable, however the second proposed a more interesting 'buy'. A Jedi Master of the lightsiders, no doubt worth something to her peace loving friends.

Jamo let out a whistle of appreciation as he sat staring at the screen, a sly grin covering his face.

Amalia had given up after an hour or so more of waiting in the cafe for a familiar face to walk through the door. Not only was she bored but she was lonely as well. Everyone else, well, they all seemed to be busy, off doing their own thing to help pass the time. Amalia, Amalia had nothing to pass her time with.

Sleep..sleep is always good. Think I'll sleep a wink or two, it couldn't hurt any.

She paied for her drink at the bar and then exited the cafe. She took her time in getting to The Jedi Academy, where her living quarters were located. She knew she could use some sleep, but she wasn't all that anxious to get it either. She stopped several time during her walk toward the Academy, stopping to admire nature in all its beauty.

Though she had tried to prolong her walk, it really didn't happen. No sooner did she find herself snuggled warmly in her bed. The covers drawn nice and tight around her. Twenty or so minutes later, she drifted off into a nice restful and peaceful sleep...

OOC - Bump. Will edit this post into a proper post soon.