The bar was busy in the post battle rush, as veteran soldiers gathered to cash in their drink coupons before the next crisis called them to emergency stations.  Sure, the deck officer was serving synthinol at this point, but it was still better than having to be sure one was sober.<br/><br/>The doors to lucky lower 13 opened, and a hush quickly fell over the chamber as General Solo, the hero of the rebellion, walked in.  Nobody even looked at him, though, focusing intently on the man in the hoverchair right next to him.  Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight.  The man who killed the emperor.  A cheer spontaneously went through the room, as Luke weakly raised his hand to wave to the crowd.  Those who read the ship newsletter knew that Luke had collapsed a couple of days earlier, from his injuries suffered during his battle with the Emperor.  He didn't look very healthy; in fact, the pale and harrowed man sitting in the chair bore a certain resemblance to Palpatine.  Perhaps that was why Lando didn't cheer when Luke arrived.  Or perhaps he was just distracted by the blue Twi'lek in his lap.