Somewhere outside of the building the two Jedi had been nestled, a dark figure eked its way around the corners of the dank city. Draped in fur, the figure's head and face had been disguised by a fur lined hood. He seemed determined to avoid gaining closure to any who passed him…his form soon boarding a rather large oval shape ship.

Elsewhere in the vast galaxy…

Decaju: a desolate system with tan mountains the size of skyscrapers. The wind never ceased its motion constantly causing the small amounts of dirt to find new places upon the ground. The air smelled pungent like bantha fodder, and rotting corpses. Night didn't exist in this remote planet. The only salvation to darkness lied in the underground caves where many of the living inhabitants called home. Entry into the wrong cave may have brought you face to face with a Nncluean, a vicious scavenger breed that greed had long since corrupted.

An oval shaped ship landed just outside the most massive mountain in the area. As the dark form's massive clawed feet pounded their way down the ramp, his foggy white eyes slowly panned his surroundings before a series of sounds that no human ear could even begin to decipher escaped his fanged mouth. His name was Pharok, the commander of the Nnculeans, if you would. Three other Nnucleans would rush their way out of the ship, carrying metal crates in their clawed grasps.

These creatures stood at a standard height, but would tower over most species. Their skin was a light grey color with purple and blue discolorations all over any exposed skin. Various yellow horns protruded from their face including one directly from their chin, and several from their cheeks. When they opened their mouths nothing but a dozen pointy, yellow teeth could be seen, as well as a forked tongue that was hidden far back in their throats. Much of their chest was exposed save for what was covered by the fur cloaks that draped over one of their shoulders, one of their arms, and part of their chest. Their bottom halves were covered by a fur loin cloth that stopped mid-thigh. Part of their thigh was exposed before a metal shin guard that looked tribal in nature covered their knee all the way down to their ankle, their clawed feet remaining bare. Their right wrists harbored a blaster gauntlet, and where as their hands were all clawed, when Pharok lifted a single finger to the rest of them, it was quite apparent the Nnucleans kept one claw longer then all the others.

Pharok led the troupe down into the cave at the base of the mountain, piles of outright junk were scattered everywhere. Various objects like food utensils, power converters, comm links, children's toys, and clothing, everything you could possibly imagine. Hundreds of Nnucleans were spread throughout the cave sorting out the various piles. Some were letting out various noises of obvious offense as they shoved and grabbed at each other's items.

As Pharok passed them he let out a monstrous roar that echoed though the cave walls and caused all of them to pause in what seemed to be fear. There was no mistaking that Pharok was in control. The three Nnucleans with the crates began to empty them onto chosen piles as Pharok moved to an electronic device situated in the middle of the cave. After a few buttons were pressed it caused a hologram of various systems to appear above them all in the cave.

Pharok made the contraption concentrate on only one of the systems as the planet idly rotated above them. Information began scrolling in the species language as they all began to raise various items in the air and leave out blood curdling noises that would make anyone cringe.

Pharok tilted his head back and left out the same sound, clenching his fists together, his body bent backwards.

Meanwhile back on Navarus…

Sila sat solitary at the one and only table in her humble abode amid one of the many tall buildings that made up the landscapes of the corrupt planet. She sat at this table, the square flat piece of plastic empty, having been previously littered with essential nutrients. She sat back in her chair now, one arm folded across her mid-section as the other elbow rested atop her hand. She idly turned a small cup of blue liquid around in her hand.

Her eyes were fixed on a chosen spot on the floor, thoughts consuming her head. Many male species had fallen for her in the past, and Obi-Wan Kenobi may have been the first that she was genuinely falling for herself. She idly adjusted in her seat letting out an exasperated sigh. Still, something didn't feel right. Maybe she shouldn't continue this romantic escapade, maybe she shouldn't have ever started. No matter what the case, however she knew she wouldn't stop, she couldn't. Besides, she was entirely too stubborn for her own good.

She leaned forward placing the cup on the table top as she moved over to a metal cabinet. As she pulled open the doors, dozens of various differently shaped and sized containers littered the shelves, along with every container housing a different color liquid. Sila's fingers ran across the labels of each container accidentally knocking one of them over as the bottle crashed to the ground breaking into several pieces. Sila's feet quickly backed up to avoid getting the liquid on her shoes as if it were some predatory acid. The reason for her sudden eagerness to get out of the way would soon be apparent.

The liquid that littered the floor would soon start to crackle, not dissolve or perish away mind you, but crack. Sila sighed as she idly brushed the broken container away with her foot. She then reached out for a separate container, the one she had originally opened the cabinet for. On the bottle, written in some form of symbolic language was the word: avabush. Sila clenched the container tightly as she closed the cabinet door. Sila reached for her pink colored apron that she wore to work, and slipped the container into the front pocket as she exited her house.

At Uulu's Eatery, Sila fixed the few items that were scattered on her serving tray in such a matter that they wouldn't slide off of it when she hoisted it on her shoulder. As her form carried the tray out into the main dining hall hazel eyes immediately fell on the form of a rather large green creature taking up four chairs to cover his extra wide load. His hands were the size of saucers, and his head was shaped like a mushroom extending several feet in the air. His eyes were small and beady, and his mouth had a constant build up of crust at the corners, as well as extra bats of drool at the surrounding of his lips.

Sila immediately rolled her eyes as she delivered the food to the appropriate customers and removed a small device from her front pocket walking over to the ghastly creature.

"Hello again, Berg. I'm assuming the usual as every other day you slime your way in here?"

The ghastly fellow's amount of drool gained intensity as Sila stood over him his body seeming to jar from left to right slowly as if he were trying to dance in his seat. Sila simply cocked an eyebrow at this as she pressed a few things on the device in front of her with a nod.

"Alright then. That'll be ready for you in a few moments."

Sila turned her back and started walking back towards the make-shift kitchen of sorts when she felt the sudden slimy impact on her rear end, eyes widening in what appeared to be immense anger and annoyance as her head turned to look down behind her. There was a thin, long, pink substance currently stuck to her as her eyes slowly followed the trail that lead to the source of the problem. Who else could it have been really? Berg's hand idly rose to give her a wave as the pink substance was his slimy tongue. He sucked in suddenly the tongue detaching from her bum and snapping back into his mouth with a gurgling sound.

Sila just grimaced raising a hand in the air getting ready to show her distaste for his actions but, she then had a better idea. Her form moved quickly into the kitchen pacing back and forth waiting for Berg's dish to be completed. Once it was done her hands immediately reached out for it and turned her back to the cook so he couldn't see what she was up to. Into her front pocket her hands delved grabbing the small container of avabush. She sprinkled a little of the spice into the food grabbing a utensil to mix it in.

She walked back out into the dining hall plastering the best smile as she could possibly muster as she set the ghastly fellow's food down in front of him. As to not seem so obvious Sila moved over to the bar top to idly pretend she was cleaning it off keeping a keen eye on the green guy behind her as he started to slurp up his food. A small grin spread across Sila's lips as she turned around waltzing back over to his table.

"So, how's your food Berg?"

"Absolutely horrible. In fact, I don't even come here for the food."

"Oh, really? What do you come here for, then?"

"To give you a hard time."

The surrounding patrons slowly gained interest in this obvious odd conversation Sila and Berg were having. Berg was seemingly spilling ALL the goods and not having a clue that he was doing it. He continued to shove the slop into his trap as he answered all of her questions with no hesitation.

"You do this sort of thing to a lot of girls?"

"Quite honestly, I prefer the company of the male species but the gals give more of a reaction."

Those surrounding them suddenly burst into various types of laughter. Some wheezed while they laughed, some laughed so loud it could hurt your ear drums and others laughed silently until tears formed in their eyes.

"I am quite certain you'll get plenty of reactions from everyone here the next time you decide to visit, Berg."

Berg suddenly stopped eating, his eyes slowly getting heavy as his body wavered lightly back and forth in his chair.

"I feel so…sleepy."

Berg stifled a yawn before his body wavered one final time and fell forward in a slump, his head squishing into what was left of his meal. A smile crept across Sila's lips as she looked around at the customers with a light shrug. The customers hadn't thought much of this, Berg had always been the odd guest and today hadn't been any different.

Sila left the cleaning up and tossing out of Berg to the droids as her form headed to the backroom away from prying eyes. Her hand reached into her front pocket to gaze down at the spice bottle and smiled. If this had proven anything it was most certainly that no one should mess with Sila LeChi, unless of course they thrive on humiliation.