Private The Unusual Friendship

[Tiff B'eekth]

Location: Denon, Velvet Eclipse

Tiffs journey to find a Master of the Force was a rocky one to say the least. He was a young Jawa not even old enough to drive a Sandcralwer and he was traveling across the galaxy in search for the Master. His Mother who was a shaman for Tiffs tribe foresaw that Tiff will be drowning in darkness but his soul will remain pure and that his abilities must be tempered by a Master of the Force

Tiff didn’t know what his Mother meant by that. Pure soul? Darkness? The only darkness that Tiff was familiar with were the Krayt Dragon caves across the Dune Sea. He and his peers would explore the caves in search for treasure since the stories said that Krystal Dragons loved hoarding treasure in their caves. Tiff remembered feeling the coldness of the cave though his friends insisted that the cave was moist.

The young Jawa had travelled across the galaxy hopping on freighters and doing odd jobs such as weapon and item repairs to get credits. But life traveling in space was a lonely and exhausting experience. Tiff was a stranger traveling on strange lands and the worlds were strange to him. There were no Jawas just tall people who would ignore him or look at Tiff with disdain saying that he was a theiving rat face. Looks like his people didn’t have the best reputation around.

Now Tiff was on a planet called Denon specifically a club called the Velvet Eclipse and he slumped against the couch wondering where to go. There were no signs of the Master of the Force anywhere. Traveling stunk when you don’t have a destination.

<Tiff miss home.> Tiff said to himself.

Vess’ika Klushi

 

[Vess’ika Klushi]

Location: Casino walkway near the lounge, Velvet Eclipse, Denon
Tags: Tiff B'eekth
Current Outfit: Red Sequin Dress

The Velvet Eclipse was alive in the way only places built on excess ever were—light spilling like liquid gold across polished floors, laughter too loud to be entirely genuine, music threading through it all with practiced ease.

And at the center of it, as always, was Vess’ika.

She moved through the casino not as a guest, but as something closer to a fixture—recognized without being approached, admired without being interrupted. A shimmer of deep violet skin beneath soft ambient light, a slow, deliberate stride that suggested she belonged anywhere she chose to be. The performers’ lounge entrance slid shut behind her as she stepped out into the main floor, one hand idly brushing the edge of a passing table as if the entire place existed for her convenience.

Her eyes swept the room. They always did. It didn’t take long to spot him.

Tiff stood out—not because he was loud, but because he wasn’t. In a place designed to devour hesitation, he carried it with him like a second skin. His posture, the way he lingered rather than occupied space, the subtle tension in his shoulders—it all marked him as wrong for this place. Out of place.

Vess’ika tilted her head slightly, studying him for a moment longer than necessary before redirecting her path. A slow approach. Unhurried. Intentional. By the time she reached him, the music had shifted—something smoother, more intimate—and she let that rhythm settle into her posture, her expression, the way her gaze held him. The words were already forming—cool, dismissive, a quiet warning wrapped in velvet. She was going to tell him to move along. To disappear before security noticed. To save himself the embarrassment of being escorted out.

Her lips parted—

—and the translator in her ear chimed softly.

Home.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. But it was enough. The words she’d intended never came. Something in her expression shifted—not dramatically, not in a way most would catch. Just a slight softening at the edges, a quiet recalibration.

Vess’ika exhaled slowly through her nose, then, without asking, lowered herself onto the couch beside him. Not too close. Not distant either. Deliberate.

The diva dimmed—just slightly. “…that word doesn’t usually come up in here,” she murmured, her voice quieter now, less performance and more person. One leg crossed over the other as she angled toward him, studying his face with a new kind of attention.

“Where are you from?”

 

[Tiff B'eekth]

Tiff jumped when a purple skinned woman sat down in front of him. Tiff shuddered when the woman placed her gaze upon him. All the time travelling and Tiff was still not used to walking among giants. Being a young Jawa, Tiff never got the chance to haggle with outsiders often. Seeing big people stare down gave Tiff an uneasy feeling. It felt like staring up at Krayt Dragon who was ready devour him. <What pretty lady mean?> Tiff said. She did look pretty...... by non-Jawa standards. Tiff knew that when he returned to the clan, he would a wife by a neighboring clan. His parents discussed the matter before Tiff left to unlock his magic. Tiff didn't mind the arranged marriage it was expected for a Jawa to marry and it saved Tiff the pressure of choosing the perfect woman. One would be chosen based on the clan's needs.

<Me Tiff!> Tiff spoke in Jawanese. <I'm from Tatooine! Denon is so noisy and smelly! No sand anywhere!>

Tiff looked at the woman. <Who you?> He asked. <You from here?>

Vess’ika Klushi