He sat looking blissfully into his drink, lost in a haze of intoxication. That seemed to be the only place he belonged now a days, adrift in the alcohol induced state. He had become a expert on where the cheapest drinks were and where to beg for the credits to purchase them. He had become good at being a Tramp, a bum, roaming the alley's of the Hu'jin Star Port with out direction or goal. When he was drunk he did not think as much, and when he did not think the pain eased a little. He lifted his glass to his lips and let the burning Green liquid slide down his throat...The fog of intoxication, like a welcomed summer shower clouded his mind.
Bolis, the owner of the bar, didn't much like the smelly alley vermin in his bar, but the sad excuse for a human generally kept to himself and left when his credits ran out. "Javan, you having another or are you going to find a hole to sleep this one off?" he asked half suggesting. "Bolis..." the drunk slurred as he counted out his remaining dirty credits "my good friend, I believe I will have one more glass". Bolis rolled his eyes "one more glass of what Javan?" he asked, barely masking his contempt. "Why my dear friend..." The drunk said "One more glass of your cheapest, then I shall remove myself from your presence a seek slumber". Bolis pored a glass of the vile green alcohol into the drunks glass "Only a class one rummy would drink this stuff..." he muttered " you could use it to clean a Starships hull". The drunk simply looked into the glass, as if seeing a long lost friend who had returned home.
"Bolis's Joint" was a tough place on a good day, located down by the cheapest Landing bays, Outer rim pilots and Pirates were frequent costumers. The local constables only came to this part of town when they had Imperial backup and that wasn't to often, leaving the local crime bosses to maintain there own special kind of order. Bolis paid a tribute to Philas Yuri, a local boss who specialized in Gambling and Prostitution and was rumored to be a under boss for a larger firm. Philas was a fair man, as long as you paid your tribute on time.
The doors of " the Joint" burst open as 4 tough's came rolling in like a Hu'Jin Funnel Cloud. They were a mixed lot, A Human, 2 Sulistani's and a Wookie, they laughed and shouted as they crossed to the bar. "Barkeep, drinks for my friends and keep them come'n" He turned and glanced out over the few patrons "We've just pulled in no less then 5 high pay'n bounties and we aim to celebrate" he said as his right hand's fingers gently tickled the massive pistol strapped to his side "Any objections?", his voice became cold, challenging, when it became apparent that no one would he and his friends laughed.
The drunk looked up at the group now at the bar, he listened to their banter as they bragged loudly about their recent kills. A old sadness began to grow inside the man, one that would require many drinks to overcome. "Memories" the man thought "how I wish I could wipe them clean.". Then something old, something suppressed tingled in the back of his mind, he became aware that the young human was glaring at him and he knew, with unaccustomed clarity that this was not good.
"What are you looking at" he asked in a low, even voice, a voice that seemed to drip with vicious intent as his hand once more rested on the grip of his blaster. The Human's friends became silent and turned to face the man dressed in Dirty rags at the end of the Bar. "He's just the local drunk, pay him no mind" Bolis said "here boys, have one on the house" as he tried to calm the situation. "Barkeep..." he said with out turning away from the Drunk "If I want your opinion I'll have my Wookie friend squeeze it out of your eye sockets" The wookie growled in agreement. "I Said what are you looking at!" He shouted at the drunk, as a uneasy stillness seem to descend over the entire city.
Javan lazy lifted his head to look into the young mans eyes, he decided that after all the years of pain, he would silence the memories forever. "I was, as point of fact...." He slurred "looking at you and your friends" He staggered to his feet and turned towards the group. "Sit down Javan!" shouted Bolis "Barkeep if I have to tell you to shut your hatch one more time!" the youth barked, Bolis turned and fled to the back room. Javan continued "Your talk of death and killing depressed me, killing should not be celebrated" he wondered what his drunken voice most sound like, what impression his unwashed body most make to these trained Bounty hunters. "Well now suppose we blast your misery clean out of ya!" With a snap, the Human and the two sulistani drew blasters and leveled them at the man, the Wookie roared and pulled his Bowcaster off his shoulder spinning to cover the rest of the bar. The man pulled himself up straight and simply said "Please"
"Happy to oblige!" were the last Icey words he heard as he closed his eyes and was deafened by a barrage of blaster shots. The barrage was brief, as he thought it would be, the only thing he heard was a humming "could this be it, could I at last be one with the Force", Then he heard the sound of a body hitting the floor a slowly opened his eyes. He was immediately aware that he was no longer drunk, he was also aware that the dark bar was bathed in a Green glow, The young human stood, staring in disbelief and two Sulistani lay on the ground Dead, with Blaster wounds still smoldering on their bodies. He became aware that both the glow, and the Dead aliens were directly related to himself, as griped in his hands, in the reverse hold taught to him by his master all those years ago, he held a light saber.
"This isn't good" he thought as he looked around the Bar, all these years of hiding, of running and fear of the empire he had never drawn his saber and frankly he could not remember having done it now. "you're a Blazn Jedi" whispered the boy to himself but Javan already knew what he was thinking, He knew the Bounty hunter would be thinking of the Money his head would bring in, what fame and what doors it would open, The Wookie thought the same thing. With a trained sprint Javan ran between them with unbelievable speed, though his Sabre was held in a blade up high guard when he came to a stop, no one in the bar could remember seeing it change position. The young human and the Wookie fell to the floor....in Four pieces.
Bolis re-emerged from his back room "Great Ghost on high" he exclaimed, both at the bodies and at the man he had only known as Javan the drunk now standing, with a Light Sabre in his hands surveying the room. He held himself differently, it was almost as if someone else was dressed as the Drunk, but the smell was still there. "My apologies Bolis" he said as the Sabre snapped shut, "none..." he stammered "needed". Bolis glanced about, several patrons had already slid out the door "You won't be safe here Javan, once the Imp's know you're here their likely to destroy the city looking for you, not to mention the standing bounty on Jedi"
Javan looked about, he was still puzzled about why his reflexes had kicked in when they did, "will of the force" he muttered as his eyes fell on the dead bodies. "Whats their's is mine by law yes?" he asked bolis. The man shook his head yes. He quickly retrieved a large credit pouch and a datapad from the belt of the young man. Bolis now stode staring into the clear eyes of a man whom he had thought he had known for over 7 years realizing he was a stranger. Javans eyes fixed on the Barkeep "you work hard..." he said in a even tone "go to sleep" and Bolis did, Javan convinced the remaining patrons to join the barkeep in his nap. He turned and scurried for the landing pad indicated on the bounty hunters data pad, Time was against him.

The Ship was a well maintained Freighter, a small Ghtroc class vessel, Javan easily by passed the security systems and slide into space before the Imperial alarms began to sound all over the planet. He Slipped into Hyperspace just as the local imperial ships were being given his ships ID code and ordered to "destroy at all costs". Javan sat in the cockpit of the freighter lost in thought, "why" he continued to think of the fight in the bar and he also began to think "where" where would he go...but oddly he already had a idea.
For some a reason he couldn't explain, he knew he would have to go to the planet Ulitine, he had never heard of this planet before but for some reason, after checking his Charts he knew he most go there.