Prophets of Navis Sacra

The benefit of living in the Palaces of

Under escort of course.
Broka had acquired the twins from Nartuuk, a small time crime boss that tried to compete against the Hutt's organization. Nartuuk had failed. And paid the price. Now he slept in a slab of carbonite.
Willow and Ivy were kept as paid advisors, helping Broka to stay alive and outsmart his enemies. They could see an abundance of futures. But what they ceased to do was to look at their own. Twice they had done so and twice they didn't like what they saw. It scared them. And so they vowed not to do so again.
It had been months since they became employees to Broka and by now their free reign to wander the Palaces had grown slightly. Yes they were still tailed by a couple of guards, but there was a bit more ease to it. Neither of them were planning to run away and the ability to do so was also hampered by their attachment to eachother, making escape to be even more unlikely. But as they were earning credits, the two didn't fully consider themselves to be prisoners anyways. They just had restricted access to the outside world and beyond.
Today that could change.
Willow and Ivy wandered the hallway, fingers interlocked together. Both of them had their attention diverted to the other people and aliens walking by. Some were armed, some weren't. Some had slaves, some were on their own. They all had stories to tell and by now the twins were a common sight, so they weren't stared at so much anymore.
"Did you see that, Ivy?"
"See what?"
"I don't know what it was. Something new. Let's go see!" Willow's eyes searched up ahead as she led her sister around the corner for the strange thing that she had seen.