A/N This chapter kinda sucks. Well, at least the part I wrote does, but hey.
The port the Bantha had landed in was filthy with sand cemented to the surrounding dome buildings, but the inhabitants appeared to be more of the friendly type then anything else. Odd for a distant planet, the communicational properties and trade rates seemed just as high as any other bustling port in the galaxy with some very unique inventions of its own. However, it's likeness to other planets included its slaves - mostly human, which is probably why the place seemed over run by them. Sadie walked quickly through the market place as greedy vendors poked and prodded for her to by the hottest and most expensive thing on their lot. Noelani kept hidden under her cloak, for if someone here were to recognize her as a past slave, there was no doubting that they would try to capture her once again. With a jolt, Sadie stopped in her tracks as the sand flew up surrounding her. The next instant she was next to, what seemed to be, a very drunk women. Not wanted to look suspicious if Sadie was doing something business-wise, Noelani leaned up against one of the nearby walls irritated.
"I need to know a place to hide Ema, I've got big business." Sadie whispered to the woman who leaned forward and drunken appearance faded.
"How big?"
"Let's put it this way... I'm dealing with the force here!"
"Sadie, how could you get yourself so high over your head? You know better than that. I thought to you better than that."
"I know... have you got a place?"
"For a Sith to hide? Not likely, but I will try to scuff up something," she paused as a ragged old man passed by, "give me a minute."
Sadie sat down at the nearest outdoor bar bench and motioned for Noelani to come over. As she placed herself, Sadie looked her over once again for more confidence in this mission. I just hope you win kid... she thought absently before looked around for Ema again. Ema silently appeared behind the bar counter mixing a drink in the traditional outfit, before she slammed it down in front of Sadie and disappeared once again. Hopeful, Sadie took a giant gulp of the drink and left the cantina. Noelani waited a few moments to make sure no one saw them leave together and then removed herself as quickly as she had come.
The air became blistering hot in the mid-day when the planet's two suns nested themselves directly above. Traveling through the sand became unbearable; Noelani stripped herself of her black robe and rolled the sleeves of her tunic up. Sadie seemed quite comfortable with this atmosphere and walked along as if there was a beautiful scene in front of her.
"Where are we going prey tell?" Noelani snorted.
"A Hut palace... owned by Zorba. Ah! Here we are!"
A small driod appeared out of a small entry hole in what had before seemed like sheer rock. It opened its robotic eye and blinked quixotically.
" Ma kee too na na?"
"We need entry Lord Zorba." remarked Sadie trying to see if the driod understood Basic. It slowly began to laugh and then looked at Noelani who had just recently replaced her cloak.
"You will open and escort us to your Master Zorba now." Noelani almost whispered to the driod before waving her hand over the metal plate. Suddenly the door jolted and cracked itself open letting the light of the outside world into the dungeon like interior. As Sadie and Noelani silently walked through its bellows and were escorted by a pig-like guard whose intelligence level did not rise above that of a small child. In walking down a small row of steps, they entered the main room clustered with aliens and humans of all shapes and sizes. Most were bounty hunters trading off their slaves or deals between one another, but the rest seemed to be there just to party and listen to the music provided by the band.
"Makee soo taka en mesa hotikish?" Asked the large slug-like alien whose beard had been put into thousands of small braids. A small alien appeared from behind him and cleared his throat before speaking.
"The Great Zorba wishes to know why you have come to his palace."
"We have come to reside here for a few amounts of days on bounty hunter business." Sadie replied.
The small alien translated the sentence back to Zorba and then waited for his reply.
"Master Zorba says that you are free to stay, but that" he said pointing to the cloaked Noelani, "is not a bounty hunter and therefore must deem herself worthy of staying."
"As you wish..." said Noelani slowly taking off the hood of her cloak, her eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit room like a cats. At once, three guards came flying at her without pause. Methodically she grabbed her light saber from her belt and jabbed it in a straight line around her back, beheading every hunter. Many of the visitors and other hunters backed off. The room went silent as everyone pulls out various weapons and aimed them all at Noelani. She drew in her light saber and put it the hilt to the head of a small hutt that had been sitting no more then two feet away from her unarmed. In seeing this action Zorba laughed and began to speak in a very broken form of Basic.
"What make you think me care about that Hutt?"
"He's your son, Jabba, isn't he? You wouldn't want me to be forced to kill your only son."
Zorba began to laugh and took a long sip of his swampy mixture before speaking again.
"You no bounty hunter, you a sith. I thought you was extinct. I be happy to keep you here, you is free to stay."
Noelani nodded and removed the light saber hilt from the trembling young Hutt's head as the bounty hunters from around the room did so with their weapons. As quickly as the music had faded from the room it re-entered and the creatures went back to how they had been. Sadie walked with Noelani over to a small table and smiled.
" I guess you're not so bad after all."
"I'm just here to do the mission; creatures that get in my way will not be tolerated."
"Speaking of the mission, I should tell you what it is - seeing as that could be extremely important.
Noelani looked at Sadie blankly, not catching that their had been sarcasm in her voice.
"You're here to assassinate a senator and I'm here to help you along the way."
"That mission does not seem so hard, why would back up even be a necessity?"
"Cause, little lady, there are Jedi involved."
"Never call me that" Noelani looked over furiously at Sadie "I can deal with Jedi myself, I will kill all of them - I do not need your help nor your witty punch lines." Noelani said before walking away from the table and asking one of the members where it would be possible to sleep in this hell ridden place.
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If it wasn't bad enough that the weather was torrid and almost unbearable, looking for this particular Senator was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Amalié leaned against a mud brick wall, her optimism quite deflated. She let out a sigh and looked around. It was apparent she had decided to stop in one of the worst parts of the city, judging by the female Twi'leks, Chagrians and Ikotochis in skimpy clothing and much to much makeup standing on the street corner. One of the Twi'leks glared at her, a thick head tail twitched. Amalié tried to keep a straight face, as one by one, the group turned to look at her. She reached into the Force, trying to cloak herself in it, and therefore, making her 'invisible.' She wished she were more in tune with the Force, seeing as the first Twi'lek came walking over, and then sized her up.
"I've never seen you around here." the Twi'lek said, twirling the end of a lekku. Amalié nodded a reply.
"Shy?" an Ikotochi asked, giving her a seductive grin.
"No, not at all. What do you want with me?" she asked, trying to keep the Jedi aura of calm, even though she was silently panicking.
"She's a smart one," a Chagrian said, taking out a laser knife and holding it up to Amalié's throat. "All we want is some cash. Give us what you've got."
Amalié took a deep breath, and held out a hand, fanning her fingers as she spoke in a soft by forceful tone that she had learned in the Temple and had spent countless hours perfecting, "You do not want anything from me."
The other Twi'lek with two thin head tails elbowed the Chagrian in the arm. "Let the kid go, we don't want anything from her."
Amalié repeated the motion, saying, "You wish to help me."
"Yeah, what was it you needed again?" the Ikotochi asked. Amalié forced herself to keep focused, and not to break the Force seal she had over the group's brain.
"I'm looking for someone, perhaps you know him. He goes by the name of Staflon Daal'aam, and was seen around this area?" she showed them a hologram of the Senator. He was a tall, muscular, exotic looking semi-human man. His eyes were almond shaped and placed a bit far apart, with diamond shaped tattoos across his forehead and three vertical lines starting from just below his chin and ending just under his lower lip.
"Hey, Malala? Isn't he a customer of yours?" the Ikotochi asked. The Twi'lek with the two thin leeku replied.
"Yeah. Seen 'im just the other day."
"You will take me to him." Amalié said, raising a hand.
"Sure kid. Follow me. He's at a moisture farm that ain't to far from here."
"Thank you."
Amalié sighed happily and followed the prostitute out of the alleyway and down the street, making sure to stay a few paces behind her as not to look suspicious, but making sure to keep a strong mental hold on her brain. All right, so the Senator was a complete pervert, she would figure out how to deal with that. At least she had found him, and that was an accomplishment. She looked at the prostitute in front of her, and searched her thoughts. She was sad, she didn't want this life at all. Amalié threw some positive thoughts her way. Maybe the slime of the street wasn't so bad after all.
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Obi-Wan kept a firm grasp on the Force. He needed to know where Amalié was at all times. He could feel her panic, and then joy.
"Good," he murmered. "The sooner this mission is over, the better."
Obi-Wan began to follow Amalié presence toward the Moisture Farm.
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A/N Please R and R! Flame if ya like.
The port the Bantha had landed in was filthy with sand cemented to the surrounding dome buildings, but the inhabitants appeared to be more of the friendly type then anything else. Odd for a distant planet, the communicational properties and trade rates seemed just as high as any other bustling port in the galaxy with some very unique inventions of its own. However, it's likeness to other planets included its slaves - mostly human, which is probably why the place seemed over run by them. Sadie walked quickly through the market place as greedy vendors poked and prodded for her to by the hottest and most expensive thing on their lot. Noelani kept hidden under her cloak, for if someone here were to recognize her as a past slave, there was no doubting that they would try to capture her once again. With a jolt, Sadie stopped in her tracks as the sand flew up surrounding her. The next instant she was next to, what seemed to be, a very drunk women. Not wanted to look suspicious if Sadie was doing something business-wise, Noelani leaned up against one of the nearby walls irritated.
"I need to know a place to hide Ema, I've got big business." Sadie whispered to the woman who leaned forward and drunken appearance faded.
"How big?"
"Let's put it this way... I'm dealing with the force here!"
"Sadie, how could you get yourself so high over your head? You know better than that. I thought to you better than that."
"I know... have you got a place?"
"For a Sith to hide? Not likely, but I will try to scuff up something," she paused as a ragged old man passed by, "give me a minute."
Sadie sat down at the nearest outdoor bar bench and motioned for Noelani to come over. As she placed herself, Sadie looked her over once again for more confidence in this mission. I just hope you win kid... she thought absently before looked around for Ema again. Ema silently appeared behind the bar counter mixing a drink in the traditional outfit, before she slammed it down in front of Sadie and disappeared once again. Hopeful, Sadie took a giant gulp of the drink and left the cantina. Noelani waited a few moments to make sure no one saw them leave together and then removed herself as quickly as she had come.
The air became blistering hot in the mid-day when the planet's two suns nested themselves directly above. Traveling through the sand became unbearable; Noelani stripped herself of her black robe and rolled the sleeves of her tunic up. Sadie seemed quite comfortable with this atmosphere and walked along as if there was a beautiful scene in front of her.
"Where are we going prey tell?" Noelani snorted.
"A Hut palace... owned by Zorba. Ah! Here we are!"
A small driod appeared out of a small entry hole in what had before seemed like sheer rock. It opened its robotic eye and blinked quixotically.
" Ma kee too na na?"
"We need entry Lord Zorba." remarked Sadie trying to see if the driod understood Basic. It slowly began to laugh and then looked at Noelani who had just recently replaced her cloak.
"You will open and escort us to your Master Zorba now." Noelani almost whispered to the driod before waving her hand over the metal plate. Suddenly the door jolted and cracked itself open letting the light of the outside world into the dungeon like interior. As Sadie and Noelani silently walked through its bellows and were escorted by a pig-like guard whose intelligence level did not rise above that of a small child. In walking down a small row of steps, they entered the main room clustered with aliens and humans of all shapes and sizes. Most were bounty hunters trading off their slaves or deals between one another, but the rest seemed to be there just to party and listen to the music provided by the band.
"Makee soo taka en mesa hotikish?" Asked the large slug-like alien whose beard had been put into thousands of small braids. A small alien appeared from behind him and cleared his throat before speaking.
"The Great Zorba wishes to know why you have come to his palace."
"We have come to reside here for a few amounts of days on bounty hunter business." Sadie replied.
The small alien translated the sentence back to Zorba and then waited for his reply.
"Master Zorba says that you are free to stay, but that" he said pointing to the cloaked Noelani, "is not a bounty hunter and therefore must deem herself worthy of staying."
"As you wish..." said Noelani slowly taking off the hood of her cloak, her eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit room like a cats. At once, three guards came flying at her without pause. Methodically she grabbed her light saber from her belt and jabbed it in a straight line around her back, beheading every hunter. Many of the visitors and other hunters backed off. The room went silent as everyone pulls out various weapons and aimed them all at Noelani. She drew in her light saber and put it the hilt to the head of a small hutt that had been sitting no more then two feet away from her unarmed. In seeing this action Zorba laughed and began to speak in a very broken form of Basic.
"What make you think me care about that Hutt?"
"He's your son, Jabba, isn't he? You wouldn't want me to be forced to kill your only son."
Zorba began to laugh and took a long sip of his swampy mixture before speaking again.
"You no bounty hunter, you a sith. I thought you was extinct. I be happy to keep you here, you is free to stay."
Noelani nodded and removed the light saber hilt from the trembling young Hutt's head as the bounty hunters from around the room did so with their weapons. As quickly as the music had faded from the room it re-entered and the creatures went back to how they had been. Sadie walked with Noelani over to a small table and smiled.
" I guess you're not so bad after all."
"I'm just here to do the mission; creatures that get in my way will not be tolerated."
"Speaking of the mission, I should tell you what it is - seeing as that could be extremely important.
Noelani looked at Sadie blankly, not catching that their had been sarcasm in her voice.
"You're here to assassinate a senator and I'm here to help you along the way."
"That mission does not seem so hard, why would back up even be a necessity?"
"Cause, little lady, there are Jedi involved."
"Never call me that" Noelani looked over furiously at Sadie "I can deal with Jedi myself, I will kill all of them - I do not need your help nor your witty punch lines." Noelani said before walking away from the table and asking one of the members where it would be possible to sleep in this hell ridden place.
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If it wasn't bad enough that the weather was torrid and almost unbearable, looking for this particular Senator was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Amalié leaned against a mud brick wall, her optimism quite deflated. She let out a sigh and looked around. It was apparent she had decided to stop in one of the worst parts of the city, judging by the female Twi'leks, Chagrians and Ikotochis in skimpy clothing and much to much makeup standing on the street corner. One of the Twi'leks glared at her, a thick head tail twitched. Amalié tried to keep a straight face, as one by one, the group turned to look at her. She reached into the Force, trying to cloak herself in it, and therefore, making her 'invisible.' She wished she were more in tune with the Force, seeing as the first Twi'lek came walking over, and then sized her up.
"I've never seen you around here." the Twi'lek said, twirling the end of a lekku. Amalié nodded a reply.
"Shy?" an Ikotochi asked, giving her a seductive grin.
"No, not at all. What do you want with me?" she asked, trying to keep the Jedi aura of calm, even though she was silently panicking.
"She's a smart one," a Chagrian said, taking out a laser knife and holding it up to Amalié's throat. "All we want is some cash. Give us what you've got."
Amalié took a deep breath, and held out a hand, fanning her fingers as she spoke in a soft by forceful tone that she had learned in the Temple and had spent countless hours perfecting, "You do not want anything from me."
The other Twi'lek with two thin head tails elbowed the Chagrian in the arm. "Let the kid go, we don't want anything from her."
Amalié repeated the motion, saying, "You wish to help me."
"Yeah, what was it you needed again?" the Ikotochi asked. Amalié forced herself to keep focused, and not to break the Force seal she had over the group's brain.
"I'm looking for someone, perhaps you know him. He goes by the name of Staflon Daal'aam, and was seen around this area?" she showed them a hologram of the Senator. He was a tall, muscular, exotic looking semi-human man. His eyes were almond shaped and placed a bit far apart, with diamond shaped tattoos across his forehead and three vertical lines starting from just below his chin and ending just under his lower lip.
"Hey, Malala? Isn't he a customer of yours?" the Ikotochi asked. The Twi'lek with the two thin leeku replied.
"Yeah. Seen 'im just the other day."
"You will take me to him." Amalié said, raising a hand.
"Sure kid. Follow me. He's at a moisture farm that ain't to far from here."
"Thank you."
Amalié sighed happily and followed the prostitute out of the alleyway and down the street, making sure to stay a few paces behind her as not to look suspicious, but making sure to keep a strong mental hold on her brain. All right, so the Senator was a complete pervert, she would figure out how to deal with that. At least she had found him, and that was an accomplishment. She looked at the prostitute in front of her, and searched her thoughts. She was sad, she didn't want this life at all. Amalié threw some positive thoughts her way. Maybe the slime of the street wasn't so bad after all.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Obi-Wan kept a firm grasp on the Force. He needed to know where Amalié was at all times. He could feel her panic, and then joy.
"Good," he murmered. "The sooner this mission is over, the better."
Obi-Wan began to follow Amalié presence toward the Moisture Farm.
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A/N Please R and R! Flame if ya like.
