"I don't think it will be a good idea, captain."
"I have to agree with your sister, Namaara." Agreed the Zabrak.
Namaara, the the big and curvaceous Togruta, wearing her battered jacket made of Bantha leather, gray and dark-red pants and low boots, gave a half turn, to look to her companions. Her hands went absently to her hips, really near the two blasters hanging low on her belt. Corso always say she should wear some hat, even if he's fully aware her montrals - he always call them horns –rend this task impossible.
"Ok, let's palaver, then, girls." Answered the captain. "It's that simple, right? We three go to House Organna, try to buy us an engine to my freighter and, if that is impossible, we just try other… hmm… venues. What's not going to work?"
The large Zabrak stepped forward, as her training as a military made her. She wear the medium-heavy white and orange armor of the Havoc Squad, over a dark grey overall. On a heavy-duty bandolier over her shoulder, there was an large blaster cannon. That weapon could convince most people on doing what Satlasa ordered on looks alone. She always speaks with command tone, even when she was not commanding anyone, and her low tone voice added a lot to this effect.
"We are going to a Republic allied region. House Organa is powerful, and I don't think we can approach their premises with her at our side." Said the commando, pointing at the other Togruta.
The Togruta, although smaller than the other two girls, righted herself and took a little step toward the two. She felt like a child between them, even considering her crimson montrals going a couple centimeters above the Zabrak's head. Her reddish face was calm, but her eyes showed a hint of exasperation. That, adding to the dark-grey and red robes and cape that marked a Force adept – a Sith Inquisitor. The fact she was not carrying any weapon does not reduced the real sense of danger she posed.
"If you prefer, commando, I could wait here." The Sith said, fluttering her eyes with false cuteness
"Look, Hulleen." Answered Satlasa, taking a deep breath. "You know I'm grateful of your help on the ship, but do not test me. You are not the first Sith I've met, and most unlikely to be the last one."
"Ok, ok, I'll behave, mom." Answered the Sith, and kept the rest of the retort to herself. She was not proud of helping the Republic commando, but it did not bothered her much.
"Will it help, Satty, if we cuff my sister and she looked like a prisoner?" said the captain, raising a hand to the smaller Togruta in a 'don't speak now' manner. "We could feign her being a prisoner, your prisoner, while we stay on House Organa palace. I'm sure they will treat her well enough if you say you are the one responsible to her safety on behalf of the Republic."
"I guess so, but I don't like to work on gamble, captain. You know that." Answered the Zabrak, looking from one sister to another. "But I think they might treat her well if she's my prisoner."
"Does the prisoner have a saying on that?" spoke the smaller Togruta. "You know, I'm a bit allergic to cuffs, and I don't think people will just let me pass, even if I'm cuffed, when they see me walking pride and unharmed on the great halls of House Organa, Republic allied government."
"Well, sis, you'll have to let your ego pass on the cuffs." Answered Namaara. "It's the only way I see they let you through. I'll try not cuff you very tight. And yeah, maybe there will be some fruits flying in your general direction. But you can endure that, right?"
"I can try, but I make no promises, Namaara." Replied the Sith, raising her hands together in front of her, towards Satlasa.
"And I know someone…" said Namaara, looking the other two working on the cuffs.
"Of course you know, Namaara." Answered the Zabrak, looping the Sith arms with a click. "Why would you not know someone?"
"Well, you know I wander, right? But no, it's not how you think it is. Sadly, I might say". Replied the Togruta. "It's a Jedi that…"
"Great! Jus' great!" interrupt the Sith Togruta. "I'm cuffed, with a huge-as-a-mountain Zabrak with a blaster cannon the size of a battleship, and now you want to call a Master Jedi?! Are you really trying to save me, sister? I think I was better as a slave…"
"Calm down, sister!" said the captain, her hand went to the back of her belt as the instinct kicked in, but she let it go when touched the criogrenade. "Calm down. I'll not call a warrior, but a sage one. She talks more than she fights."
"That you know, right? Have you ever saw this Jedi dealing with a Sith?" the Togruta was becoming more and more uneasy with her hands bonded together. "She will kill me on sight, that's how they do. Or will try, at least. But I think you could always give me back my weapon…"
"Don't even think about it, Sith!" said Satlasa, her hand already on the butt of her sidearm blaster. "You have already agreed you would carry no weapons. And I know you don't need it, you don't have to say."
"It's so good to work with people that really trust each other…" said the Sith, knowing it was pointless to argue. "Your lovers are always that bossy, sis?"
"Not all of them." Answered the larger Togruta, with a wink. "I like to vary a little. But don't worry, Hull, I can guarantee my friend here, and even the Jedi one, will not hurt you. Think of me as the walking Treat of Coruscant."
The two sisters looked each other for a couple instants and then bursted into a loud laugh. Even the stoic Satlasa started to smile. She doesn't share the family bond the two Togrutas had, but the image of a walking treat was not beyond her small imagination. And a bit of relief passed on her mind, having some Jedi at her side. Warrior or not, a Jedi could help a lot to hold the Sith if she broke the agreement they had when Namaara brought her aboard the freighter.
The tall dark-skinned human, wearing the royal uniform of the House Organa hailed Satlasa on the entrance of the canteen. They have almost the same stature, and the humans war a bit large, and Namaara could not avoid biting her lower lip. Hulleen noticed that a let a small 'humpf' as in a suppressed laughter. Her sister had no limits, it seemed.
The two soldiers talked a little, and then the royal guard left. The Zabrak went back to the table where the sisters were seated. Namaara had some colorful drink in her hand, and Hulleen just a glass of water on the table. The water glass was almost full, and both drink glasses on the table were empty, with the third one on the smuggler's hand almost gone.
"I think lady luck is on your side, Namaara." Said the commando. "It seems your paladin friend is here in Alderaan. She's away, negotiating with some gang, as they usually refer to her dealing with enemies of the House Organa."
"Just great…" commented Hulleen, rolling her eyes.
"Never asked your opinion, prisoner." Said the smuggler to the Sith. "And that's great news, indeed. I'm pretty sure Jedi Master Aishameriane will be invaluable in our mission."