Private This Little Party Might Just Kill Somebody~!

[Rayia Si]

Aiden Porte
Cantina of Mos Eisley~

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Clawed fingers trembled as Rayia lifted the steaming cup of caf to her lips. The shudder sent ripples across the surface, sending some of the drink slopping over the rim and onto the lacquered surface of the wobbly table of her booth below. Rayia set the cup down with a clink that caused her ears to perk. Fortunately no one seemed to have noticed with the band belting mshiv from across the establishment. Rayia could feel her brow slick with perspiration that had nothing to do with the arid, dusty heat spilling into the cantina from the doorway. Not with the way a cold knot of anxiety was settling in her gut, convincing her with every second that urgency was ever more precious.

Rayia was now sure that her dream last night had been a vision. She had only ever gotten one before. The night she fled. The night before she was to face her sisters in the trial had carried the same sort of weight. ‘A nightmare more like,’ Rayia thought to herself. Her movements had felt languid, as if swimming through a heavy sea. She clawed and fought for each step she took. Images had flashed in her mind. This cantina, a human man she had not met before, some sort of invitation to a gala. The scenery had soon changed to that of a more temperate world. The shimmering rims of wineglasses as sunlight danced in dapper patterns amongst the trees. And deep before one of those trees, cages lined in rows. Small creatures gripping the bars in defiance and… a familiar presence. It had hidden in the deepest shadows cast by the cages, where only the glimmer of light reflected off feline eyes could be seen.

Rayia’s tail bristled as it picked up on movement. Someone at a far table was getting up, sliding their chair back as they deposited their credits on the table. They began to head in her direction. Rayia tensed beneath her cloak, but the Zabrak paid her no mind as his stumbling gait brought him past her and out the door. Relaxing only slightly, Rayia sighed and pulled out her transponder once more. She had called for help on her commlink earlier. ‘Guess it’s time to check if anyone responded. Hopefully, they can help me make sense of this.’ All the while, she kept her senses open for anyone approaching her.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Rayia Si
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Aiden gave the smallest raise of an eyebrow, barely even looking over as he sat next to Rayia. It was clear that something was going on, the emotions were swirling around her. Perhaps it was what drew him to Mos Eisley, despite doing his Jedi duties and taking ventures into the sand planet of Tatooine. The drink tipped, he kept his mouth closed, until it was necessary. Yet something had picked up on the back of his mind, something else, a more sinister presence.

Someone had stood up, from the far table, Aiden closed his eyes, feeling his presence, seeing through the force. Getting the clear picture, he then opened his eyes, senses on full alert now.

Three people walked, the first two left passed them, and then the third began to pull a blaster from within their jacket and raise it at Rayia.

What happened next was a quick and sudden, Aiden blue blade came to life, rotating around his saber came across, taking off the mans hand. He let out a small scream of pain before he toppled onto the floor. Aiden moved quickly to secure him, about to escort him outside for some questions. The Jedi looked over to Rayia. "Are you okay my friend?"