Pit Fighter
Pogo the Hutt — In a Calm Mood
"What that...?"
"In good time, in good time," the old man said gently. In fact, that seemed his default state. Just a kindly old man, but a careful eye would see a keenness to him. A strength in his shoulders that suggested perhaps he was an old soldier or a weathered combat veteran. A flash of blue and red lights passing shown through the curtains, and a breeze fluttered them. Pogo seemed nonplussed though. People around here kept to their own business for the most part. Koma had a bundle in his hands that neither Emilia nor Pogo had noticed at first, which he placed down on the floor next to a wooden bench, which had a very old looking kettle and metal cups arranged next to it. Koma took his time pouring hot water into the two, then dropped something that looked like dried leaves into them. After a moment, he sighed and picked the cups up. One he handed to Pogo, who rumbled irritably. "Patience, my friend. You're always in a hurry in spite of how long a lifespan you will have. You must learn to savor each and every moment."
Then he held out a cup to Emilia. "Please. Have some tea." He placed the cup down on the table near her and then turned about and walked to a series of crude shelves, each one overflowing with collected items. He mused as he picked through them, and then finally withdrew a simple clear crystal. Only a shard. Pointed on both sides, with smooth facets roughly collected on the sides. He slipped it into the pocket in his robe.
Then he approached the device she had lain down. A mesh of wires and disassembled puzzle-like pieces. He seemed to think for a moment. Then he considered. Then he looked at Emilia, and placed his thumb to the side of his nose as if deciding something he had already resolved himself to. Then, his hand slid out of his pocket, cupping the crystal, which he twisted into his fingers like a magician producing a coin.
Pogo finally looked interested. He leaned forward and downed his tea in a single gulp. Instantly he seemed like the color had returned to his face, and he was sweating far less. "What that...?" he asked low, almost a note of suspicion in his voice. The bearded old man carried the crystal gently between his index and thumb and forefinger. Slowly he leaned down, bringing the crystal to Emilia's eye-level.
"Concentrate on this. Be calm. Simply concentrate." He lowered himself to one knee, his eyes shimmering as if he had already discovered everything he needed to know already. If the Force was in her, the stone would resonate. Perhaps Emilia would know this, but Pogo did not. The big Hutt leaned forward, his sloppy wet bindings swinging away from his chest as he did. The chains wrapped around his torso and shoulders jingled slightly.
"Not you Pogo," said Koma softly. "Just... her."
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