~Silvia's (Exiles) POV~
"Ah, the beautiful stench and decay of desperate living," Atton says. The Ebon Hawk has just landed on Nar Shaddaa, and if I did not know any better, I would assume Atton has ventured here before, what with his knowledge of the place. Kreia has decided to stay on the ship, seeing as the planet is blocking her focus. I am okay with that, however. My main focus is Atton. The most he has spoken is now, and if Nar Shaddaa is his focus, then I intend to have some alone time.
"That is fine," I tell Kreia as she finishes her announcement on the matter of staying on board the ship. "Atton and I will roam the place for a while, to get a view of where we should go in the morning. We need rest, and I would like to scope out the place before hand.
"Atton, are you sure it is okay to have the ship docked here?" I ask. He nods. "It should be. This place isn't well guarded and.."
"What is this?" says a stranger. I look at his weird grey figure with widened eyes. "Excuse me," I state, "But may I help you?"
"Your ship cannot be stationed here. I have other ship on the way. You must move your ship, unless you want it crushed."
I look at Atton with an annoyed expression. As if I were telling him, 'It's okay, huh?' He shrugs and faces the creature ahead of us. "Listen, we mean no trouble. I am just looking for a place to stay before we leave. It will only be temporary, and I will even pay you for the spot."
This gets his attention. "How much are you willing to pay?"
"I bet 50 credits will satisfy you," I smile. "Alright, but you are dealing with the other ship," he says. The sleazy bastard. "I'm sure we can handle him."
He leaves with my credits and I sigh. "Everyone remain on the ship, except for you Atton. You seem to know this place well, so I need you with me. Everyone else, keep an eye out for that ship."
They nod. "Come on, Atton," I say, grabbing his arm. "Hey now, sister, I can walk my self," he growls. "Right, stay by my side then."
Not even two minutes have passed, and I am already in between a scene where some exchange thugs are hustling a human. I defend him, and of course, that means they want to kill me.
~Atton's POV~
Ever notice how violent people are? Everywhere we go, Silvia's life is threatened by some idiot. She is no violent person, but she sure can pass off as one. She even gives them a chance to see the light in the situation, but many times do they refuse to turn away from the darker side of things. They think that by trying to avoid a fight, she is weak. Then they die, and she is haunted with the memories.
~Silvia's (Exiles) POV~
The guy thanks me and leaves. Atleast there are still decent people out there. Further more into my walk I come across a beggar, who has noticed my humanity. He begs for change, and I do not see the problem in helping out the needy. Of course the minute he walks off with the credits, Kreia enters my head.
"Why did you do that?" she asks. "I don't see the problem in helping those who are in need of help," I growl, speaking out loud.
"Kreia again?" Atton asks? I nod. "He did not earn those credits," she lectures. "We have been through this before. If I see someone in need, I will help them. It is not likely to hurt anyone, especially not them," I say.
"She once spoke to me about our path," Atton whispers in my ear, interrupting the conversation between Kreia and I. "She said that innocence and kindness, charity, can cut a deeper hole in the universe."
"Atton is right, child. The force combines all things. Even the simplest of touches can twist the world around. One you have saved a man in need of charity, unearned, may bring on more darkness then intended. I am trying to teach you a lesson, and multiple times have you failed to realize this. All I ask is you consider my teachings."
'I will' I tell her, in hopes of her satisfaction. "Anyway," I say aloud. "Let's move on, shall we?" Another beggar, and more money. This time I interrogate this one, Kreia's efforts will not be a total waste. I can feel her satisfaction. There is a bounty here, but I pay no attention. He cannot give me the answers I need, so instead, he is my lookout. Whatever he hears that may be useful will soon reach my ears with his help. I bid him goodbye, and move on to the next. A droids master is in a couple of rooms waiting. The droid itself is annoying, but I pay it my respect. His master, like all the others I require help from, require me to find the materials for my help. Soon, my ship will have a new signature.
The day carries on, and my legs grow tired. Even Atton, who enjoys his time away from the pilot's chair, groans in complaint. Around this time, however, we run into another human in need of assistants.
"You will pay us now," says one alien. The human stutters, lost at the bounty he seems to have. "Pay us the rest!" the other alien demands. "Look, there she is, the one with the rest of your money!" I stand in shock. Never once have I been brought into a situation like this.
"You have our money?" says one of the aliens. And the force in me begins to vibrate. "No," I say, placing him in a trance. "None of this is necessary. You will be going now, to leave this man be." They nod. "You are right. This will be out behind us."
They leave, and the human at hand is stuck between awe and shock. "Are you nuts?" he exclaims. "They will have your head for sure after that stunt!"
"I am not worried about them, and you should be well on your way also," I reply. "Oh.. a-alright?"
"Hey, I don't mean to be a prude or anything, but can you tone down your light? I don't need your influence rubbing off of me," says Atton. I laugh, lightly punching his shoulder. "You up for the Cantina?" I ask. A light gleams in his eyes. "Anything but work," he replies. And all to fast to we rush towards the one place we can relax. Kreia is screaming in my head, and I try my best to black her out.
The music is loud, and drunks are grinding everywhere. "Wow," I whisper. "This place is a million times better than any of the places I've been too."
"I could have told you that," Atton says, knowingly. Something I know I'll interrogate him on later. "Hey!" says a sudden high pitched voice. Both Atton and I turn around in a fighting stance. "Woah, I was just welcoming you two. I have not seen your faces here before," she giggles. I observe her. Light brown hair, pale complexion, and way on the skinny side.
"Nice ass," Atton comments, and I slap him hard for it. "Hey, watch it!" She flushes. "Thanks, but not really," she groans. "Anyway, my name is Tracy Baham. Would you like a drink? There on me."
"Yes," Atton says as I say no. "Silvia, rule number one when you are in a Cantina. You do not turn down free drinks."
"But Kreia.."
"Already knows we are here, and is fuming? Why not make the best of it," he grins. "Well.. I suppose.."
"Great!" she says, throwing her arms in the air. "I'll be right back," she says, jogging off. "She's strange," say Atton. "Yeah, but you just hit on her!" I shout. "Are we jealous?" he grins. Very sly of you Mr. Atton. I blush. "N-no.. I just don't think its appropriate! What if she were sensitive? She could have grabbed your blaster and blasted your brains out."
"Not everyone is like you, princess."
I growl, but Tracy interrupts with a few drinks. "Welcome to Nar Shaddaa!" she says. And I glare at Atton while chugging my drink down. He smiles, drinking his as well. "Be careful, I don't think you can hold your drink well," he says. Tracy smiles, offering another drink, and Atton accepts.
I bite my lip, already feeling the effects of the booze. "Lighten up, Silvia. We need this break. We deserve this break!" he says, kissing my forehead. "Your right," I smile. "Lets have at it then!"
"That a girl," he says, a little too enthusiastic. Tracy comes back with a few more drinks, and Atton and I toast to our day off of work. Kreia will not be happy, but we could care less. Like Atton said before, "You cannot turn down a free drink." Soon I find myself on the dance floor, sloppy and a little over the tipsy side. My arms are above my head, and Atton is watching me like he is in a trance.
~Attons POV~
"Why don't you go and join her," says Tracy. I look at the pale women and smirk. "I don't think she can handle all this," I say, as I motion towards myself. "Honestly, just go join her," she huffs, and walks off. I stare at the dancing Jedi once more and smile.
Her hips rolled side to side, her nails caressing the flesh of her neck. Her eyes closed as she movements became more erotic. She would bend every now and then, snapping up, running her fingers through he untamed hair. She arches her back, turning with her hips, allowing a small view of her stomach to show. Every curve, every muscle, became clear in the seductive manner of her grace. Maybe I should join. After all, she looks lonely.
Her eyes snap open and I walk on to the dance floor, holding Silvia's eyes with a lustful stare. "Hey there, handsome," she says, swinging her hips with the beat of the song. "Hey there," I smirk. "Mind if I join you?"
"I thought you would never ask," she winks. I laugh and places a hand on her hips, pulling her towards me. I do not bother leaving any space between our bodies.
~Silvia's (Exiles) POV~
Atton is an amazing dancer. Almost better than me. He smiles seductively at me, grinding his hips into mine, my hands falling to his chest. I wink at him. "Challenge accepted," I pur. I arch my back, pressing my hips to his, allowing my head to roll back. He leans is once, to kiss my neck before pulling back. As my chest presses against his once more. I slowly make my way down, allowing my hands to roam his torso before landing on his thighs. Slowly, but seductively, I throw my hands in the air, allowing my back to face his before moving back up. My ass rubs against his hips. His hands trace my curves, feeling the person I have hidden in combat. Suddenly he grinds with more force, and something pokes at me from behind.
I smile, biting my lip in order to prevent a groan. My head rolls back on his shoulders, and his lips make contact with my neck once more.
Then the music stops, and so do we. I am breathing hard. He chuckles. "Well that was fun," says he. "Yes," I giggle. Then our mission echoes through my head. "But we must return to the ship. We have a long day ahead of us," I say, turning to face him. He is slighted flushed. "Are you saying that to get me in bed?" he grins. "Atton, dear sweet Atton. You are not getting any from me." And I left the area, thanking Tracy on the way out, feeling Atton stomp behind me mumbling the word "Tease."
