The Mos Eisley cantina was once a hot spot in the galaxy. A wretched hive of scum and villainy that was home to bounty hunters, smugglers and every sort of legitimate and not so legitimate businessman in the quadrant. A place where everyone but a droid could go to unwind after trouble or even perhaps start some trouble. These days it was more like Anchorhead or maybe one of those back water entertainment rooms on a smuggler's moon. Lukit had been dancing here now for three weeks and had yet to see anyone walk through the front door. She had no idea why the bar's owner even bothered to pay her. Thankfully though, he did.

She almost had enough money to pay off that terrifying woman at the star port who went by the name of "Profession Counselor." Lukit had wasted one week hoping to cure herself through meditation and focus as her Jedi master had instructed. When she was unsuccessful she finally decided to attack the problem from the most logical direction. If it was money the creature would take, then money she would have even if that meant Lukit had to dance for it. As Lukit danced for her income she couldn't help but wonder if this "Profession Counselor" and the disappearance of the jedi (almost everyone) were somehow tied together.

As Lukit finished up her set a familiar light began blinking on her long unused comm unit.

Dude! Long time no see. Does this game still suck balls or did they fix it with that beast masterbating? I have been playing wow and vg but they are getting boring so i thought id come check out this crap on the free trial.

Jailbait! It had been, Lukit thought back, a year? Two years? Where had she gone? Why had she stopped responding to mail? Lukit had so many questions she didn't know where to start.

Jailbait! Where have you been? Were you in trouble? Sorry, but what is this wow and vg you are talking about and why would a game keep you from responding to your mail? As to your questions...

As always I have no idea what you are talking about. I sometimes wonder how we ever became friends when you never seem to make a lick of sense to me.

Lukit nervously waited for the response.

lol wtf dude? You still role playing? Whatever, lol. Im outty. Look me up in wow.

Shaking her head Lukit knew then that she had to get her powers back in order to save her friend Jailbait from this horrible addiction to this "wow" game. No game should be more important than your friends. Only a jedi could unravel the secret of this "Porfession Counselor" and this "wow". Checking her account and verifying the funds, Lukit marched down to the star port.

"Greetings. Are you interested in changing professions?" The smiling woman asked.

"Yes, yes I am. Give me back my powers sorceress!" And in the blink of an eye Lukit was once again a Jedi, and broke.