The flag officers laughed and took big drinks as they shared yet another tale of success over the Rebels.

"Where's The New Guy with my next round?" boomed FA Kramer, the only one not swaying and hiccupping on his barstool.

**BOOOOM!** **WHAAAAAAAAM!**

Wolly and Sasquatch, nearest the cantina entrance, tumbled off their stools as the doors crashed open.

In strutted Major Proton, veteran of the Infiltrator Wing and Naval Corps, newly arrived on board the Sovereign as Wing V WC. On each arm trooped two vicious-looking human women built like brick outhouses.

"Jaded Strumpet, if you please ..." Proton addressed one of his assistants.

The woman on the left, seeming nearly to be bursting from her TIE Corps clerical assistant's uniform, slammed a case of Sprite on the cantina bar, spraying FA Kramer will metal shavings. She grabbed the stunned admiral by the jaw and rocketed a full can of Sprite straight down his throat.

"Candyland, you may proceed ..." Proton nodded to his second helper.

Wolly screamed, choked and gurgled as the other woman followed up with a stream of whiskey from a bottle she quickly pulled from the case of hard booze she had hammered down on the bar before him.

Proton, demonstrating his Dark Jedi Knight powers, eyed the liquor supplies behind the cantina bar and stood calmly as a bottle of Corellian lightning seemingly poured itself into a large tumbler. The tumbler floated to Proton, who in one motion consumed the contents.

"Aaaaaah ... it's great to be aboard the Sovereign!"

Proton signaled Candyland, who touched a stud on her sleeve. Soon, two shipping droids entered the cantina with 75 cases of various spirits.

"Drink up, boys and girls!" Proton shouted to the slack-jawed commodore and WCs. "The party is only starting."