(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/4/46/IndependenceConcourse.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"Lucky Lower 13" Is the nickname of the former 13th Concourse ballroom, now converted into a cantina for the crew of the<em>Independence</em>.  The ship left Endor space 8 hours ago, and the room is filled with the usual motley assortment of off duty ace pilots, Mon Calamari crew members, and civilian hangers on.  Additionally, there's more than a few of the less badly injured casualties of war walking around, taking advantage of their extra ration coupons.<br/><br/>Over at "Lucky Table 13," Lando Calrissian grinned his sharkish grin, and hit the shuffle button on the sabbac deck, giving the table a new hand of cards.  He was steadily acquiring enough ration coupons to start his own military surplus corporation.  ...or embalm a Rancor with alcohol.<br/><br/>The doors of the cantina opened up, and several crewmembers carrying large boxes came in.  "Just got your medals and patches boys!"  2nd lieutenant Ralgis announced, ordering his underlings to set up the boxes against a fairly unoccupied wall.  "Line up over here, here, or here for your Endor patch."  Ralgis bellowed, pointing to three boxes that were rapidly being opened.  "If you were wounded during the fighting, line up here to receive the Marek Crest."  Finally, Ralgis took on a somewhat more somber tone, setting down the metal box he carried.  "If you participated in the assault on the shield generator, come and talk to me."  He said, eyes scanning the room to see how people were reacting.<br/><br/>The lieutenant took a deep breath, knowing that the room was about to get hectic.  "Each of your Endor patches have also been packaged with 3 alcohol ration coupons, as a gift from alliance high command."<br/>