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Shortly after leaving Tatooine, Sy Snootles dissolved her partnership with Max Rebo and went solo, releasing two music collections, both of which sold abysmally. Her career in shambles, unable to find work as a solo act, she joined another jizz-wailer band and is still touring under a variety of pseudonyms.

Max Rebo fell in with the Rebellion shortly after Sy Snootles ended their partnership. He spent the next few years entertaining Rebel forces across the galaxy. (“The Rebellion has the best food,” he is reported to have said on his entrance paperwork.) Following the death of the Emperor, Max returned to civilian life and currently owns a successful string of restaurants on eight different planets.

Droopy McCool vanished into the Dune Sea and has not been seen since Jabba the Hutt’s death. Some old-timers claim to hear Kitonak pipe music late at night from the farthest, most desolate corners of the deep desert, and some think it may be Droopy and his kind playing their music as they wait for the coming of the Cosmic Egg.

In the confusion that reigned following the disaster on the sail barge, Malakili the rancor keeper released Porcellus the chef from his cell, and the two of them managed to loot sufficient funds from the treasury to open the Crystal Moon restaurant, agreed by all to be the finest in Mos Eisley. The two still operate it in partnership, and its fame has spread through most of the Outer Rim.

Gartogg the Gamorrean guard spent the rest of his life wishing he could have ridden on the sail barge’s last voyage. However, when Ortugg never came back to have him ground up for Jabba food, he tagged along with a small group leaving the palace for Mos Eisley. He still carried his new friends over his shoulders and found that as they journeyed through the desert, the kitchen boy and the monk dried out into firm, lightweight mummies with perpetual smiles. In Mos Eisley he found gainful employment as an enforcer for a smuggling operation and faithfully took his grinning friends everywhere he went.

Ephant Mon chose to return to his home planet of Vinsioth. The touch of the young Jedi Knight had reawakened the spiritual side of him and he began a religious contemplation of nature, finally founding a new sect that worshiped the Force.

He did, however, still keep just a bit of his snout immersed in the old life, running a “harmless” little scam now and again to finance his sect and build it a very fine temple, indeed.

When J’Quille the Whiphid tried to return to his homeworld of Toola for a little R and R, though, he was informed that the Lady Valarian, inconsolable over his “rejection,” had placed a bounty on his head if he ever left Tatooine. Condemned to a life of sweltering misery, J’Quille returned to Jabba’s palace and joined the B’omarr monks. Exchanging his body for a jar seemed his only chance at surviving Tatooine’s insufferable heat.

Meanwhile, Bib Fortuna found that he did have friends, even as a disembodied brain, next to Tessek and Bubo and several other new “initiates” following Jabba’s fall. Nat spoke to him and eased him through the shock of losing his body, helped him learn to guide a brain walker up and down the corridors, and he and Nat eventually looked like any other pair of disembodied brains held tight against the underbelly of a mechanical spider, taking a stroll together. Passing monks still in their bodies would bow to them as they would to any of the truly enlightened.

But Fortuna still tried to learn what had happened to all the schemes he had put in place. The computers would not respond to the voice that came from his brain jar’s speakers, but he found that he could make his two mechanical forelegs grasp an eating implement, using its handle to enter his private access codes, slowly, punching in one number at a time.

Not all of the codes had been erased, not the secret ones. If an embodied monk approached, Fortuna would drop the teaspoon and amble about the corridor till the monk had passed, then sweep the walker’s legs about the stone floor, listening for