Private Huttbusting

[Alexa Keel]

Well this was already getting interesting. She’d gone undercover before, pretending to be an arms dealer, a smuggler, a courier or two. But never this. And she wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

Alexa sauntered between the tables packed by gangsters and dangerous criminals. Drug dealers, slavers, arms traders, smugglers, murderers for hire, bounty hunters and all manner of scum and villainy. Her eyes scanning the crowd to identify her team, seeing if they were all in place.

Taggart, Flynn, Crusty, she counted, spying each one of them in turn hiding among the criminals. Riggs, Kaas and… Grenn. Good, they’re all here.

Having identified the six other members of her seven man team she continued with her cover work. A serving slave for the establishment they were about to bust. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this arrangement, on the one hand it was brilliant, no one would ever expect a slave girl to be an agent of the law. But on the other… this was humiliating!!!

She was no stranger to crop tops, and had no issue with showing off a little bit. But this was in no way comparable to having some abs showing. Her “outfit” left nearly nothing to the imagination, and the fact that she wasn’t allowed to wear anything under it to cover the important stuff at least only made it one hundred times worse! It didn’t help that she was in better shape than a lot of women were, so even among the well-proportioned slave girls already there she stood out like a sore thumb. Not to mention the collar locked around her neck, that was a real attention grabber.

She kept her eyes peeled as she toted a large tray of drinks between tables, waiting for when their target and host would show himself.

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Sen Kai

 

[Sen Kai]

Sen had made his way into this Den of "Scum and Villainy," his outfit drew some scoffs since it was Tuskan. At the door Gammoreans inspected his gear, a pack they poured out on the floor and they examined his Gadaeriffi Stick which to them appeared to be no different than that of the Sand People. The Mando Jedi took his place at table, his visor reflecting the faces of the typical faces that gathered at this scene, many of them hardened by the lives they had chosen. Sen was not without sympathy, he came from hard race, The Mandalorians were warriors to the bone, and their ways brutal to the outsiders. Then there was his Tuskan adoption, a people reviled by all as barbaric nomads that they tended to term "animals." Few knew their rich history, and faith, which he had made his own when.. well that was not something he should ruminate on at the moment. He saw the Slave Girls, some preparing to dance, others serving. One stood out to him, she was rather toned and seemed out of place compared to the more voluptuous figures of the others. This was why he had come, an opportunity to offer change to those who were not like the heads of the tables who had chosen their life, these girls and others were slaves, and as Jedi he felt abhorrence, as Mandalorian he felt a rage, for the women of Mandalor were as skilled of warriors and hunters as the men; they were equals in every way.

Sen waved at the Lady who stood out ( Alexa Keel ), his aim was to get a drink and perhaps learn more about the operation that The Hutts were running. This was the work of a Sentinel, to embed oneself in the real life of the galaxy, not be at the front lines fighting the dark side, nor held up in temples meditating and seeking the Great Mystery. To be a Sentinel meant to fight the dark side at is most raw, here the acolytes did not don dark mantels, they wore the shadow in less mystical ways, acting on impulses that elevated avarice and the self over the needs of others. Here among the Scum were a different kind of Sith Lords, not ones who commanded empires but that commanded cartels, no ones that bled crystals but held chains over the blood of people's lives in slavery. This was the darkness that Sen had come to fight, for it was here always, in every hour of the day...

 

[Alexa Keel]

Great, just what I need, a mandalorian with a thing for women. She cursed to herself, but she didn’t let it bother her, she needed to play the part, and so she sauntered over to him. Her hips swaying more than they normally did, something she had to actually try to maintain, for someone as insightful as a Jedi he would immediately see that she was not used to moving this way.

“Good Evening Master,” she said with feigned sweetness, “How may I serve you?”

Her eyes would only linger on him for a few moments at a time before scanning the environment around her, seeing where things were. Keeping tabs on certain people. And looking for their target, the Hutt Slug known as Kublai, the establishment’s host.

 

[Sen Kai]

Sen watching The Server ( Alexa Keel ) come with all the grace of Bantha. As a Jedi he was suppose to not notice the curves of her body and hips, as a Man..dalorian he noticed. Though he detected that this was not her natural posture.
“I am no Master.. call me Sen. If you would be so kind please get me some Rodian Ale.”
He could see she was occupied in thought, as he reached beneath his robes to get some payment, he held some gold coins and gave them to her.

When among Scum it was wise to to blend in, which admittedly was difficult in Tuskan garb. Though none of the hot heads with their tempers paid him any heed. Most Sand People were treated with mild neglect, which suited his cover. Besides his interest was when The Hutt would reveal themself. The Slug that lead this hive of thugs was not to be trifled with. The Hutts were considered a threat by Dark Lords of the Sith, their reach was greater than ambitions of empire, they appealed to a universal vice, greed. The Hutt Cartel had deep coffers, and their spies and agents were everywhere. Even The Republic of yore did not infringe on their territory or seek to bring the democratic ideals to their worlds.

Sen felt his gaze keep drifting to the Lady serving him, she had a beauty, that was certain, but it was something else, faint, though it was there.. The Force. He wondered if she had been trained at all to harness it or was it ignored, so many with thimble of Midi-chlorians were ignored, and yet Sabine Wren, became an apprentice to Ahsoka Tano. Sabine was known to him from both Jedi and Mandalorian lore, for she had once wielded The Darksaber, and her Force Sensitivity was considered low until a crucial moment of potential allowed her to ascend. So Sen took seriously even the slightest sensitivity in others.

 

[Alexa Keel]

Being a woman as she was, knowing he thought her grace was on par with a Bantha’s would, despite her discomfort with her scenario, make her huff. She was trying her best!

When he instructed her not to call him “Master” she bowed her head apologetically. “Apologies Sir. I’m not permitted to address any of the guests by name. And yes, I can most certainly get you a glass of Rhodian Ale. Would you like any food to go with it? Or perhaps some additions to the beverage? Any particular way you want it served?”

While many people feared the Hutts, Alexa most certainly did not. If anything she found their continued existence to be a failure of the good folk who had the power to do anything about them. All that was required for the triumph of evil was for good people to do nothing. Well… she wouldn’t be doing nothing.

Her mandate was to arrest Kublai the Hutt. But she knew that her superiors would turn a blind eye, and lazily investigate the matter if Kublai were to be shot dead instead of captured. It would save them the money on court proceedings anyway.

After receiving his answer she would saunter off to retrieve his order. The faintness of her force sensitivity growing even fainter with distance. He would tell immediately that her midichlorian count was exceedingly low. She might feel the force as an instinct to do something, or an inexplicable sixth sense that something would happen, but she wasn’t aware of it. She had no clue that she could touch the force, and never had any reason to think she could.

Soon enough Alexa returned with his drink and set it in front of him. “Is there anything else I can get for you Sir?”

 

[Sen Kai]

The Mando took note of her words, the restrictions of not being able to call him by his name. Then she asked for how he would like the ale,
“Over rocks (ice). As for food.. I am fine thank you.”
He could feel the pulse of the power that was faint in her, he wondered if she could sense his aura, as a Sentinel he was able to supresss it, mask it as best he could, though no Jedi could fully banish The Force from themselves, it was the air they breathed, though hr had heard of a dangerous technique called Severance, which he felt was uncessary in thesw shadow games.

She came back asking once more if there was anything else she couls do for him, to which he responded,
“Perhaps there is something I can do for you. Let me know.”
He gave her a hefty tip, he had come to like her bearing, she was out of place, like him and that eased his nerves a bit.

It was then that he caught sight of a Trandoshian with a rather large MK-1 Turrent that he had a separate chair for. The Jedi sensed the Reptilian had orders to use it ro gun down any threats to the Hutts. If this turnee into a ahooting gallery, he would need to take the Trando down.

 

[Alexa Keel]

When offered the tip she took it thankfully and he would see her immediately bring it to the man running the bar, a Toydarian who took the tip he’d given her and directed her to another table to serve. Slaves weren’t exactly allowed wages after all. And that was the part she played.

He wouldn’t be the only one to notice the Trandoshian, Alexa’s eyes also briefly locked on him, and gave him an appraisal. Seeing his weapon and estimating just how many other weapons he could carry. And how else he could be dealt with. His senses would tell him that this woman, and a number of other people in the crowd had already planned out a number of ways to slay this foe. Including the slave girl who had just served him.

He would be allowed to mingle for a little while. The Hutt would not appear for a little while yet. Giving him time to partake in a few of the delights of the club if he chose to. Or perform more reconnaissance. If not, the Hutt would finally make himself known an hour later.

 

[Sen Kai]

Sen felt his mind drift, he began to remember, as he looked at candle flicker, a great bonfire instead and dancing before him was a figure in cowl, the robes of purist white, and helm of metal as fine as Beskar steel. She had been his world on that barren world, and the promise of a future, a tribe of his own. And yet as the twin suns set, so did the mirage of that life fade away...

Prejudices had the power to tear everything apart, to make an already desolate place more so. Sen felt himself lost in this memorial, the faces of his Tuskan brothers and their bodies burned on a similar pyre.

He did not know what it was, perhaps the Huttese spoken or the palace that reminded him of that life that now haunted him in dreams such as these.

 

[Alexa Keel]

Reminiscing as he was, with nothing further to do he would remain there thinking until Kublai made his appearance. The room’s lights were dimmed, save for one that spotlighted a balcony overlooking the large room filled with scum. And on that balcony slithered the slug himself, Kublai.

Like all Hutts he was fat, and wore extravagant, even garish jewelry around his arms and fingers. His large form jiggled disgustingly as he slowly emerged from his private suite to address his guests.

He let out a groan of exertion, so engorged was he that moving was an effort. Then he addressed his guests in Huttese. It was short, and nothing much of importance was announced. Only that this was to celebrate a deal that would greatly increase Kublai’s influence, promising even greater opportunities and riches for those who worked under him. A deal that would apparently leave his sphere of influence nearly doubled. No specifics were given. His primary focus being the encouragement of his guests to enjoy his generosity to the fullest. To eat until they were bursting, to drink until they couldn’t walk, and to enjoy the company of the girls provided to them as they liked.

Infamous Hutt debauchery.

He also announced the beginning of a few games for the entertainment of those there. A large hole opening up in the floor to reveal a deep, wide sandpit. It would seem they would be observing blood sport as well.

Finally Kublai finished his address to the guests, and the party would begin in earnest. Guests would rise from their seats to go to the edge of the sandpit and see who would be dying there soon. Others would abduct a girl and bring them to a more secluded place for whatever unspeakable vices they had in mind.

Alexa had already been “grabbed” by one such guest. A man wearing what looked very similar to Mandalorian Beskar armor had taken her by the arm and began leading her off.

 

[Sen Kai]

The Hutt at last revealed himself, his words spoke of his supremacy and the deal made among his associates. As was typical, details were omitted and Sen understood that to learn more about the trade in souls would require a form of inquiry that only could be achieved by entering the circle of the Hutt’s trust.

When the Sand Pit arena was opened, the crowds of criminals began to cheer and it was at that moment that The Mando felt himslef grabbed from under both arms and dragged to the edge and tossed down therein. It semes he had not gone unnoticed, one of the men who had tossed him in the area said,
“What is matter do not Sand People like sand?”
A Rodian chuckled, and then a Devaronian with his great horns said to his comrades,
“What is a Tuskan’s life worth to one of us?”
One of cheering ones said,
“A hundred Tuskan lives to one of us! They are animals!”
The words echoed in Sen’s mind, he had heard them before, looking up he saw the face of a man with deadlocks, a Bounty Hunter, it was him..
Some gated opened and Gammoreans with Vibroaxes cam, their pig faces dripping slober from their boar like tusk teeth and unser bite, their green skin sealing the look of repulsiveness. The Tuskan Mando drew his Gaderffii stick which was slung under his robe.

Kublai looking on with those great yellow eyes, this was an opportunity to show his prowess. Sen spun the stick around his body, and over his shoulder, the round chestnut spike ready. The Gammorreans charged as they snorted, Sen somersaulted and let fall the point on one of the horns and then skull of the Pig Faced Gladiator, he then used the hooked shape of his weapon to pull the Gammorrean by the neck as one would a Kath Hound with a hooked staff. Bringing the tall one down as the other shorter one swung his axe and Sen stepped as he cleaved his own comrade’s torso. Taking the pommel of his stick The Tuskan smacked the Gammoreean aside, and prepared to drop the tooth point on him as the crowds shouted,
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
Looking down of the frightened runt that trembled and squealed, The Jedi Sentinel felt compassion, he was slave too. Now he had ro decide, The Hutt had pointed this thick thump down. Sen had to keep the appearance of a ruthless Tuskan, to save more lives. So he droppee the point on the Pig’s head and it shrieked one last time before going still.

This was against The Way, and the ordinary Jedi Code. However, as a Sentinel he had ro commit acts tp achieve goals. His hands had to be stained for other Jedi could meditate in comfort. To maintain cover, one had to participate in behavior that contradicted all of his beliefs, this was the Way of the Shadow…

 

[Alexa Keel]

The Jedi Shadow was entirely unsuspected. All the crowd saw was a particularly skilled barbarian, and they cheered for the blood sport all the same. Some groaned as they lost bets, others collected their winnings. The first set of Gammoreans had been dealt with, and with him as the victor he would face a new opponent. This time a Trandoshian, armed with a pair of swords.

While Sen was out trying to earn the attention of Kublai the Hutt, Alexa and her team were off doing their own work. With a few frequency interceptors placed throughout the building they were able to wirelessly tap into the palace’s security system. Now they had total access to the whole building, including Kubkai’s private suite.

As it stood they weren’t looking to find out what this deal was. If anything they cared more about disrupting it than anything. The power vacuum left behind by the death or arrest of a Hutt was not to be scoffed at, and it was never subtle. They intended to use that to identify other targets for them to go after next.

But they would most certainly be looking through Kublai’s personal datapad and other devices for records of what he had cooked up. Because he, being a Hutt, was liable to escape with his immense security keeping him safe. So if they could at least get intel, then they’d be golden.

“Okay, so where is this Datapad of his?” Alexa questioned her comrade Riggs.

“There…” he gestured to the live footage on the screen showing Kublai’s personal suite. “Next to his… whatever the Hutts call it. That Dias they sit on to be all imperious and such.”

“Got it.” She said with a nod. “So Kublai is hosting a private gathering for his most trusted and most promising underlings right? When does that take place?”

“Should be in another hour or so once those games are over with.” Riggs told her. “With some Feminine entertainment of course. So that’s your ticket in. The rest of us will be on standby in case things get hairy. We’ve already got Flynn on overwatch. First head to pop will be that Trandoshian we saw.”

“Got it. Another hour of serving drinks, then I show up to perform for Kublai and his posse, while I’m there jack into his datapad, and let Crusty do what he does best.”

“Pretty much.” Riggs confirmed.

 

[Sen Kai]

The Trando dropped into the arena with twin Vibroswords, his long tongue rise from his mouth of serated teeth like a pink tail. Sen began to move the Gader around him as the Lizard Man came swing both blades as if he had wings of steel. The flurry was typical of an opponet seeking to intimidate. The Mando blocked the two blades in a lock up, and kicked with his foot beneath, knocking the Reptilian Swordsman back. The Jedi Shadow then swept low and dog that singer of his weapon into a knee, making the Trando snarl as he then threw down the pommel on the Mando who caught it with his free hand, and with jerk he took the weapon from the Reptilian Warrior. Armed with a sword and gaderiffii stick, Sen began to beat at the Amphibian so hard, that he was pressed against the metal gate, in which Sen then hit him with a strong blow, his Mando feirocity bubbling to the surface.

On his home world when a Mandalorian engaged in combat a frenzy could overtake them, they became singularly minded to kill. This did not impair judgement or make them as Sith Marauders who lost control in their temper, rather this was a focus in combat to cause great carnage. It was in this state Sen moved his sword and stick, and he cut asunder one of the Lizard Man's arms who cried out, he the dug his stick tip into his abdomen, and blocked a frantic trio of cuts from the Trando who was clearly in a deep state of panic, Sen caught his blade, and leading his edge doen it, slit at the wrist, making the tendon severe and now the Amphibian was disarmed, literally. The cheers filled the air as the Trando began to thrust its abdomen at him and snap its jaws, trying to bite at his helm, a tell tale sign that he was making his last stand. The Mando swept his blade beneath the belly, spelling yellow blood and some organs, making it cry out, as he then swept up to cleanly cut the remaining arm off, which flew up into the crowd. He then grabbing the other sword held them criss-crossed at the neck of the Lizard Man who was on his knees, his tongue wiggle in foam of putrid green. With motion of both hands, he cut the head clean off, dropping both swords as he then grabbed his gaderiffii stick. The crowd of criminals was clamoring, whistles of pleasure piping in the air.

It was a flawless victory, and he could see through his visor that the Trando at table with his turrent was eyeing him intently. Perhaps that was relative of his, good then he gave him cause to perhaps match against him and the potential of taking out a threat while keeping deep cover.

 

[Alexa Keel]

Trandoshians were not easy to overtake, nearly all of them were dangerous to fight, and they were naturally possessed of impressive strength and natural weapons. Paired with their predator instincts they were never an easy fight. The Jedi Shadow disposing of the Trandoshian so handily, and making a proper spectacle of it as well, had already begun to draw the eye of Kublai the Hutt, who was watching this stranger with interest. That particular Trandoshian had been a bounty hunter he frequently utilized, and now he had been slain rather quickly in single combat. Most curious indeed.

“Alright. I’ll get to preparing the refreshments for this private party of his. Once they’re taken care of be ready to move in if things go wrong.” Alexa instructed, before turning to leave for the kitchen, entirely unaware that there was another agent of another organization that wanted the Hutts dealt with.

 

[Sen Kai]

Sen stood with his gader wet with blood, he took some cloth from the Trando and tore it, and began to wipe the point as he took deep breaths, his inner robes soaked from sweat. Looking upon all he had slain, the Jedi felt a pang, he despite Mandalorian blood did not delight in bloodshed. Combat was a thrill, crossing weapons and the intimacy of when you face another soul in the heat of fighting, truly learning who they are; but slaughter was sweet bitter. Sweet because victory, bitter because he had snuffed out life, which is precious. Sadly the galaxy was one of war, people were to eager to destroy themselves, and to destroy others. A hand reaching down into the area, one of those that had hoisted him down therein, offering to help the Tuskan back up.
"I for once was wrong Tuskan.. you have shown yourself worthy of a drink."
Sen took his hand gladly and was brought up where everyone placed hands on his shoulders and back in praise. Many of them had won wagers because of him and they began ordering drinks at once.
One of Bounty Hunters with black dreadlocks and a tower physique scoffed in the corner,
"Tuskans.." He spat on the ground, "even cattle can be fierce in a fight."

Sen was now a rowdy table of Rodians, Trandoshans, Men, and assorted faces that all wanted to bask in his laurels. Approaching was a droid with glowing yellow eyes, the men stepped aside for The HK unit. Its copper steel platting shined like chrome, and it had side arm the length of its arm.
"Greetings.. Kublai the Hutt would like to extend an invitation to you to a private gathering he is having, and to offer you your choice of a dancing girl for the night."
The crowd began to cheer and whistle at the prize, a dancer girl for the night. One of them leaned in to his ear and said,
"Dance girls can change your life.. but beware if you pick a Twi'lek, those tendrils are super senstative.. Johner nearly knocked one out right my man?"
Johner nodded,
"Yeah.. those tentacles they have for hair are.. not just decorative."
Seeing the Droid was awaiting his response Sen gave a bow of his hooded head,
"Please send my wish for Kublai's continued health and that I would be honored to join his gathering."
The HK replied,
"What is your pick of the dancers? Or do Meatbags need to dance for you first to decide?"
Sen eyeing the Blond who had served him before said, as he pointed with his gloved finger,
"Her.."
The Droid turning to see her with his glowing yellow eyes then turned back to Sen.
"So be it Champion. Please enjoy the fruits of your victory and come to the Dias when you have drunken your fill."
Sen bowed his head, the Droid said off the cuff,
"Good manners for a Meat Bag."
The others swarming around Sen said,
"You picked the blond! Nice! She is well.. fit."
Another in crowd said,
"Just be careful Tuskan, non-Tuskan ladies can be feisty."
The HK Droid approaching Alexa Keel said,
"You have been chosen by the Champion of the Arena to be his escort, dancer, and whatever else for the night.. by order of Kublai Hutt."

 

[Alexa Keel]

Alexa had returned to the floor since she had set up for the private party that she was to serve at, now all she had to do was wait for the time to come. She returned to the floor with a tray and drinks like before to attend to the guests on the floor.

She heard some commotion from the sand pit, but didn’t pay it much mind. Doubtless it was just bloodthirsty savages watching some particularly entertaining blood sport. She was entirely oblivious to the fact that the Tusken in the pits had his eye on her. But for some reason she had an uneasy feeling, like things were about to go sideways.

Finally she was approached by an HK droid, who informed her that she had been selected by someone for something, and that Kublai’s authority was behind it.

Fuck Was all she could think before nodding in acknowledgment. “I understand. I will attend whomever his eminence requires me to.”

She glanced at Sen Kai in question, and tried to suppress her frustration. Everything had been going so well! This could easily make things more complicated than they were meant to be. But she had little choice in the matter. His fights in the pit had gone on for the better part of an hour, so it wouldn’t be long before they had to go to Kublai’s meeting, where doubtless this HK droid of theirs would be escorting them.

Thankfully she had a team with her, so they would be able to improvise, and hopefully deal with that droid when the time came.

 

[Sen Kai]

A great round door behind the Dias opened, from which Guards stepped out, a great red curtain with Huttese on it. Therein was the Private Chambers for the Gathering. Sen noticed that the Dias was on a track that could move on rails, Kublai had not retired into the private space, he was speaking to the Bounty Hunter with dredlocks. The Tuskan had been given a handful of drinks, which he offered some to others who had empty glasses, some of them seemed to be slipping into a slumber, which meant they must have drunken a lot. The Jedi stood up and walking over to where the Blond Dance Girl ( Alexa Keel ),
"It seems the Gathering is about to begin.."
He offered his arm of leather to escort her.
He read her face, she was not pleased with this arrangement, and yet he had selected her not for her beauty alone, but the thimble of Midi-chloria he felt in her presence. For him it was soothing to be near anyone with even the smallest amount of Force Sensitivity. He felt rather cut off in this hive of criminals, unable to seek Ashla, nor even show he possessed any connection to the Sorcery. This deep cover periods tested many Jedi to the breaking point, and so he had to lean into his Mando and Tuskan sides, letting those flourish and compensate for his inability to meditate.

The Tuskan waited to see if she would take his arm. The gesture was meant to let her know he did not intend her to feel like a slave in his presence, nor lord over her as was custom in this place. Though he was relatively certain it could be misinterpreted. He had in his time among the Tuskans done things that were perceived as hostilities that most people saw as kindness. He tried to hone his memory of acclimating to another culture for this moment and the ones that followed...

 

[Alexa Keel]

As she was approached by the Tuskan she bowed her head timidly towards him, her frustration growing slightly, since this had made her mission suddenly a lot more difficult. Because now, she wasn’t just a general server to bring drinks to all who wanted one, now she was attached to one of the guests, and it would be nigh impossible to justify being very far from him. Which meant getting to that Datapad would be even harder.

But she couldn’t exactly refuse, given the cover she had selected. Slaves were invisible, and hardly ever suspected of treachery. But that cover had its downsides, this being one of them.

He offered her an arm, and she took it as an order, and accepted it. Linking her arm through his and letting him lead her away into the room. She’d have to get creative with this. Thankfully the drinks she prepared were already spiked. So they should put everyone to sleep rather quickly. Meaning the only issue now was that HK droid, which would be a major issue if not dealt with quickly and decisively.

The two of them would step into Kublai’s private suite. Where they would enjoy Kublai’s generosity. And hear his proposals for each of them. Chances were he would be speaking with each person individually rather than as a group. But having them all together in one place was convenient for the lazy slug that was the Hutt.

The room as lavish, arches and domes throughout the whole place that was laden with carpets, rugs and pillows. A few smoking devices could be found throughout the room for the guests, and a number of tables and poles for the dancers to entertain their guests from. Kublai had his own little booth to enjoy the show from, which also gave him and whomever he spoke with sufficient privacy. His HK droid would keep watch, make sure no one got too close, and escort those Kublai had requested to him for discussions.

For now Sen was free to enjoy the delights as he pleased. His turn would come, and the spiked drinks would take some time to properly take effect. That way it could be done with some measure of subtlety, and could be safely blamed on the drink, at least in the short term.

 

[Sen Kai]

The Jedi felt her take his arm and lock it with her own as they made there way into the Private Chambers. There Kublai was already being ferried to his booth, and the booths with the devices for smoking. One of them reminded him of the pipes the Tuskans often smoked, which if he was among them he would enjoy. Here on the other hand was a den of Sarlaac tentacles that could pull him into the deepest pit of peril. Sen came to a booth with yellow leather cushions, and sat down with his legs bent in lotus. Looking over to The Dancer Server he said,
"By what name can I address you?"
He let go of her hand and did not paw at her as others were doing to their exotic gals. He did not breach the space of the flesh except in that escort to this place. He had learned among the Tuskan women to behave with courtly manners, and to never do what was not consented. So to break that ice he decided to add,
"My interest in you is not carnal.. and if you need to tend to anything.. you have my leave to move freely about this place. I will not suffer anyone to be my slave, I only ask when they have us retire you come to my chamber for appearances sake. I do not want to insult Kublai hospitality."
He was not certain how she would take this rather assertive discourse, he sensed she was more than some slave girl, the Midi-Chlorians had made certain of that. Though truth be told on Jedi and Sith would know she had any sensitivity, and a Sith would ignore her due to low aura, and Jedi would not even consider her for Jedi Service Corps. But to him, the idea of someone with low potential was appealing. He had read the histories of the order, the ones with mighty power in the Force often brought harm, there was the Chosen One who became the dreaded Darth Vader, there was Revan who became a fractured being with two natures that had to be caste to the Netherworld, and Ulic Qel Droma who in his quest to destroy a cult of the dark side fell to it and committed fratricide. No.. great potential meant great peril, Sen preferred the lowly, the ones who had to fight and scrap for a living, they showed great courage, and The Force was fluid, like Sabine, one could go from low sensitivity to greatness.

 

[Alexa Keel]

She looked at him curiously when he said these things. Admitting that he didn’t intend to have her as a slave. That was… unusual, in this place. And it immediately set off alarm bells. She didn’t entirely believe him, but at the same time there was something that told her he could be trusted, that feeling she always had in her gut that lead her towards the right path. It hadn’t failed her yet.

So while she maintained healthy skepticism, she chose to believe him for now.

“You’re a strange man, to be here and maintain an air of chivalry.” She commented. “I am Phoebe,” this was of course a lie and he would sense it immediately, this was the cover name she had taken so that she wasn’t tracked down as easily once the mission was done. “I’m glad to be at your service Sir.”

 

[Sen Kai]

The Tuskan laid down his stick like a scepter and bowed his head moment as if in prayer. Then when she gave answer, a name at last,
"Phoebe.. it is my honor to make your acquaintance."
Regarding his strangeness he decided to say,
"It is the Way of my people.. women are treated as more glorious than a thousand victories and more blessed than all that moves on the sands.. for they carry life and make our people carry on."
He was careful not to distinguish whither he meant Mandalorian or Tuskan, because it was true in both cases. The Lady was to be treated with respect and courtly love. Many a time he had tilted with the shawl of his beloved.. his mind drifted to her.. and then he felt his heart begin to ache, so he desisted.
"Since you are in my presence, the rule about calling me by a first name need not apply. You can just call me Sen. If anyone asks, you can just say its a Tuskan word of endearment I taught you to please me."