Well, here's installment 2. I think this one is a little shorter then the last one, but hopefully more entertaining if you have a good imagination. Another little note, the events in these stories are not connected to each other whatsoever. Each story stand independent of the others. That being said- This was my idea of a funny "Bonus Mission" you could do on Nar-Shadaa, hence the name of the story. Enjoy!
Bonus Mission: Karma Slave
I stared into my juma juice, IMMENSLY bored. We had been sitting in this damn bar for two hours. Now, normally I love bar hopping, but since you-know-who won't let me drink anything stronger then juma juice, and the dancers weren't…first class in appearance I was reduced to sitting at our table. Waiting. Waiting while our fearless leader talked to every single person in this bar asking about the exchange and Goto-
"I can't center myself in this place…"
Oh yeah, and listening to the Sith assassin we've spared complain every minute about how she can't handle the noise of Nar Shadaa. I took another swig, taking in the taste as I remembered her warning once we entered the bar.
"Enjoy this, because once we seriously start your training, no more vices."
Now, I can't HONESTLY say that this decree made me reconsider my choice, but it certainly dampened the excitement some. I sighed and looked over my shoulder at her. How she not only forgave me, but took me on as a student after what I told her, it was something else. As Sith soldier there had only been revenge, hatred and bad blood, such forgiveness as unthinkable, but she offered it as if it was the only thing she knew. What was more incredible though, not once did she show disgust or contempt, not once did her face reflect hatred, only compassion and sadness…
I sighed again, why did she have to be so damn beautiful? I didn't restrain my eyes as they drifted from her shoulders, down, down, I'll have to thank whoever made those armor suits…
"Why do you look at her so much? She's not changing form or anything."
I just chuckled and shook my head at the miraluka before responding, "It's a human thing."
Just then I heard some yelling, half praying and half fearing she had started yet ANOTHER fight I whirled around, my fingers grasping my blaster. Amazingly enough though, she was on the opposite side of the room from the commotion, it was actually coming from the stage, looked like the manager of the bar was yelling at the dancers.
"Yes you can sing but you dance like a drunk bantha! People come to see dancers, I loose customers because of you! Why I put up with this I do not know!"
Oh great, she was walking over to the manager, krit couldn't she let ANYTHING go? I was now fully turned around, watching her converse with the manager. At first he seemed even more furious at being interrupted, but then his face eased as she talked. They were on the other side of the bar so I couldn't hear anything, but once she finished the manager was looking her up at down, he then nodded, muttered something to her and she came jogging back to us.
"Find out anything?" I asked casually
"Just hand me my pack and that drink, I found a way to earn money, and get more information the exchange base."
I raised my eyebrow as I tossed her pack to her, she rummaged through the bag and eventually pulled out a white and orange bundle and a small black case she then took my juma from my hand and downed the whole thing in one swig. I raised an eyebrow.
"Wait, what exactly are you going to do for this guy?"
She only glared at me and shoved the pack back at me, then stalked off back into the crowd, leaving me very confused.
"Touchy." I muttered as I tucked her pack back under our table. After another few minutes the band suddenly stopped. I let out a groan as I realized it must be something to do with her. When I turned to the stage though, no one was dead, no destruction or fighting of any kind, instead, a new dancer was up on the stage…A human dancer with brown shoulder length hair and wearing a very familiar looking dance outfit.
The band then started up again, a medium fast beat emerged and she began to bounce her hips.
"No way…"
Her head then snapped up, her mouth open as the singing began, I think the words were Alderanian, but I couldn't be sure then she broke into common
Today I'll be spinning on a wheel, I'm a slave to the wheel and there isn't any stopping!
She sang this she twirled slowly in a graceful circle the bottom of the very short skirt picking up slightly as she did so, her hair fanning out.
What mistake could I have made? I'm a slave serving time for a life that I've forgotten!
She strutted across the stage, arms open in a pleading gesture her face curled into a warm, pleasant smile.
I'm a slave of karma, spin the wheel and I'm a king reborn, oh yeah. I'm a slave to karma, I'm coming back, yeah I'll be coming back. But for the last time.
Her torso bent and dipped like a supple reed and her feet moved so quickly and so lightly, I had to wonder if she was levitating herself. Her face was the most engaging thing though, her expression so seductive and relaxed… I then noticed that several other men, human and alien alike, were looking at her in the same way and a pang of jealousy hit me.
Today I'm a king on the wheel still a slave to the wheel, but this time around I'm smiling. Keep me cautious, keep me safe. Just in case there's a chance I can leave this wheel behind me!
Now her movements where quicker, twirling on her toes and small kicks of her feet, causing a thin sheen of sweat to break out on her, making her whole body to glisten. My eyes were absolutely fixed on her, every twitch of heel and flick of finger caught my attention now.
Stand in the middle and you won't get dizzy, stand in the middle and you won't fall down. If you stand in the middle you can keep your balance. Stand in the middle and wheel spins round and round…
Now on every line she did a series of turns on one foot, but swaying so much she looked liked she should fall over, but always she kept perfect balance. She moved closer and closer to the edge of the stage, hugging herself so her cleavage was shoved up. She then dropped to her knees, smirking down at the lucky rodian that was seated right in front of the stage.
I'm a slave of karma, spin the wheel and I'm a king reborn, oh yeah. I'm a slave to karma, I'm coming back, yeah I'll be coming back. But for the last time!
I'm a slave of karma, spin the wheel and I'm a king reborn, oh yeah. I'm a slave to karma, I'm coming back, yeah I'll be coming back. But for the last time.
Popping back onto her feet in an instant she resumed her graceful strutting, the little movements more complex now, and the sweeping gestures of her arms became more broad. I wanted nothing more then to haul her off the stage away from all the others oogling her, take her back to the Ebon Hawk, and show her exactly how much of a scoundrel I was.
How do all the Wheels inside the Wheels revolving, go on, and on, and on, and on, and on...Spinning on the Wheel the souls of One evolving, live on, live on, live on Anyone who claims that they know the answer's coming back again…
As the music suddenly changed she turned sharply to look out at the audience, hugging herself again, but this time her expression was genuine worry, her arms truly trying to protect her, and her eyes locked onto mine. She again walked towards the edge of the stage, but in my direction. Her right arm dropped to her side, while the left one extended out, pleading, and her were eyes pleading, seemingly with me…
Who's at the center of the wheel? The master of the wheel or another spinning servant? I'm the master of the wheel and my very own will universal and recurving!
The music changed again and she threw herself to her knees, her torso bent so far backwards her head nearly touched the ground, this earned a strong reaction from the crowd as she slowly brought herself up, shoulders shimming, as she sang, but once I finally got to see her face I felt all the blood depart from my head. With her eyes half lidded, face totally relaxed except for her wry smile, her skin glowing under the lights, I don't know if I've ever seen a more seductive looking face. The words "I'm the master" were accompanied by a victorious clenching of her fist in front of her face, her expression tightened into a look of barely restrained mirth.
I'm a slave of karma, spin the wheel and I'm a king reborn, oh yeah. I'm a slave to karma, I'm coming back, yeah I'll be coming back. But for the last time!
I'm a slave of karma, spin the wheel and I'm a king reborn, oh yeah. I'm a slave to karma, I'm coming back, yeah I'll be coming back. But for the last time.
As she got back on her feet, her back was so arched it looked like someone was pulling her up by her ribcage, but once back on her feet she remained fairly stationary, her arms and torso continuing the seduction as her hips and shoulders shimmied. She then almost totally stopped as she slipped back into the unrecognizable tongue, her arms moving about her. Finally the music faded her out, her eyes closed as the beat died, her arms striking one last dramatic pose. She then bolted off the stage like she was being shot at.
I just stared at the stage, stunned, until she came running back, hair pulled back and in her armor. I noticed though that she brought back not only her outfit and black case, but a small black bag that was no doubt filled with credits.
"Since when could you sing like that?"
She glared at me, but responded, "I wasn't singing nerfherder, did you see me wearing a microphone? The Twi'lek was behind stage singing, I merely moved my lips with the words."
I opened my mouth to ask another question when she gave me glare that told me to shut it, we left the bar very quickly.
We went back to the Hawk for the night, and as usual we were both seated in the cockpit. Though the silence was comfortable, I had to ask-
"So, are all jedi trained to dance like that?"
- Fin
If anyone was curious, Karma Slave is a real song. I heard on the Titan AE soundtrack and is by Splashdown off their album Possibilities. It's a good song for dancing so I'd recommend downloading it. Again, if anyone wants to submit new vulgar terms/inaccuracies in the story I will be extremely grateful. Have a good day!
CN: Anrui Yuy.
