Cantina of Broken Characters.

The cantina was like any other cantina. Droids were not allowed inside, drinks were stronger compared to the Imperial alcohol onboard their ships and a live band of the alien species known as the Bith's played at the back as an audience of six patrons.

On a stool were two Imperial officers chatting, one wore a badge that had a pair of three squares; on the top were red squares while the bottom were blue squares signifying that he was a captain whereas the other had a pair of six squares with the same color scheme as the other.

"What do you think of the new guy?" The one with three squares asked the other, "He's in this First Order was it? To me he seems to be a waste of good men, what kind of admiral would let a dreadnought be torn to pieces like that?"

"I think I remember him saying it was a general not admiral." The other one retorted and the former took a swig of his alcohol.

"That's even worse! A general commanding the navy? That's worse than the time we let a director, neither a person in the navy nor the army to handle ground troops." Director Krennic, a man in white heard the captain and alerted the latter that he took offense to that.

The door of the cantina once again opened. Everyone turned their attention to who their new friend was and almost everyone was shock to see a Mon Calamari with a long beard-like tentacle indicating old age, on board joining them.

"I'll see you later, going to see who else we haven't met." The captain stood up leaving two empty stools next to the other man.

"I'll see you later Lotha." Before the Mon Calamari could sit at the left of him he had took a swig of his own drink, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

The Mon Calamari looked at the Imperial officer with his right eye indicating hatred upon him. The latter simply ignored this and instead asked for a refill.

"Can I help you?" The officer asked as a wookie with a grey mustache grabbed a bottle, and turned it horizontally spilling the liquid into his cup.

"What are the drinks?" The Mon Calamari retorted with his bubbly and course way of talking.

"Anything and everything, we have an endless supply of any drinks known in the galaxy so you can order anything you wa-"

"Blue milk." The Mon Calamari paused for a second, "Please."

A glass of blue milk was handed to him immediately. His giant strange flippers grabbed hold of the glass and the drink was drank as fast as it was served.

The wookie bartender seeing he had an empty glass refilled it once more as the officer next to the Mon Calmari spoke his mind.

"I never thought you would die." The two didn't make eye contact, the Mon Calamari stared upon the officer but the latter couldn't care less, "You were supposed to be this great leader, this undefeatable Admiral that could take on the Death star over Endor and even the Executor."

Finally he turned his head in this belief, his jaw dropped only for a little and an eye was raised, "What happened."

The Mon Calamari simply shook his head and stared at his drink.

"I was sucked through the vacuum of space by a TIE-silencer." The officer rolled his eyes, the impact of his glass on the counter was evidence  of his annoyance.

"Despicable." The Mon Calamari once again stared over the officer with a stare indicating anger.

"At least I was not killed by one kamikaze starfighter aimed at the bridge." The officer chuckled, visibly smiling.

"For all my years as a captain much less an admiral I never thought a small starfighter would be my end." He once again drank his alcohol but the Mon Calamari shared his drink with him.

"That's your fault." The Mon Calamari retorted, "A wise admiral is never surprised by a scenario, for he has run them all in his head during sleepless nights."

Again the Imperial admiral chuckled.

"Well, making sure you avoid Lord Vader's force chokes is very tiring work. I doubt you rebels had to do the same as I."  The two turned their stools to face each other.

What was absent from the Imperial officer from almost every second he was alive was now present, a long lasting smile while the Mon Calamari had something he had never seen before, an Imperial equal.

The first one raised his glass.

"To admiral Gial Ackbar." And Admiral Ackbar raised his glass.

"To admiral Firmus Piett."

"The best admirals in the four corners of the galaxy."

"And may the force be with us."

"Cheers." The two glasses met each other before they had met the lips of their holders once more spilling the contents down to their neck.

As Piett wiped his mouth with his sleeve once more the door opened as well and this time. Everyone was surprised to see who it was.

Some took a while longer to realize who it was as aging was cruel to him but the hair, beard and robes he wore plus his memorable face sent waves of shocked that pulsed through the cantina in realization.

"Luke Skywalker?"

A/N:Though if I was to be honest, even Mark Hamil thinks Luke Skywalker should have arrived earlier into the cantina.