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The crisp and cool night air matched the Coruscant Underworld's setting entirely, ignored by its drunken, high, and those in-between inhabitants as the usual vile activities went on. Down one alleyway was a moderately well-known bar known simply as "Selena's." Much speculation surrounded the goings-on that went in this bar, though most dismissed it as mere rumors meant to attract more customers. From standard bar brawls to mysterious disappearances, Selena's nonetheless had all sorts as its patrons, all seeking to perhaps get a glimpse of something out of the ordinary that night. Most simply got drunk and don't remember that night anyway.
Despite its seedy atmosphere, however, minors were still not allowed, as per the owner's (Non-coincidentally named Selena) regulations. Thus the boy who was pouting in the alley to the side of the bar really should not have been that surprised he was so roughly thrown out. He grumbled as he kicked a discarded can down the alleyway, cursing his luck, when something shiny caught his eye. He went over to investigate and found a rather badly-beaten-up recorder, like the ones usually carried around by reporter types. It was rather outdated technology, but it seemed to still be functio--hey, there was a tape inside! Hoping he might be on to something interesting, he pressed the Play button.
Silence, then background noise of what sounds like typical bar chatter. Eventually a male's voice speaks up, seemingly addressing the recorder.
"Ace Reporter Jak'Thal. Selena's. Uuuhh...sometime at night. Interview with Selena A...A...what was your last name again?"
The boy frowned. Jak'Thal? Wasn't there a story about him a few weeks ago? Yeah, he had some stories criticizing the Republic. Got him both notoriety and approval. Shame he got arrested. The recording continued...
A female-sounding giggle.
"Aalmedon, silly. Selena Aalmedon. But y'know...you can call me Sel if you want."
"Uh, er, hehe, y-yes Miss Aalme--I mean, (Seductively) Sel. (Normal tone) I believe you mentioned you were a fan of my stories--Yes, I have to mention the interview's circumstance in the recording, for memory's sake--and wanted to share some insight. Now, I'm rather anxious to hear what you have to say, but I simply cannot pass up this opportunity to find out a little more about yourself, perhaps? Hope you don't mind."
A few suggestive chuckles exchanged between the two. The boy could only imagine what sort of gross things they were physically doing at the time.
"Oh Jakky, you're such a charmer! Well, like most Miraluka, I was born on Alpheridies. My childhood was, well, boring to say the least. Far too tame for lil' Selena! I wanted excitement, not necessarily adventure, but I wanted to be surrounded by energetic people and enlightening conversation. This want of mine was cultivated until I finally decided to open up a bar here in Coruscant! It was fairly easy to do so, some silly man wanted me to pay such a high amount. Luckily he was...swayed by my charms, if you will."
More giggling and flirtatious sound effects.
"Hehe, oh there's no doubt about that, Sel! And may I say you look...amazing, as usual. Why don't you tell me-I-mean-the recorder a little about your time here so far? Anything exciting? Anything...strange?"
"Oh honey you know I don't divulge insight about my bar's many fascinating stories! (Whispered) Although I can tell you that about 90 percent of them are true! Tee-hee!"
"Well I must say I'm disappointed about the lack of detail, but hey, all the more mystery behind them, eh? It's what keeps your bar so amazing! Er, besides you of course, my dear! So how have you adjusted here, being a Miraluka? Has your blindness proven to be difficult in running a bar?
"Of course it has! How can a blind person mix drinks? Thankfully my lovely staff has so willingly provided for me; one even made a special machine--you can see it in that back corner behind the counter--built specially for me that allows me to mix a few on my own! Just press a few buttons with texture-printed markings, and bam! Blind, sexy woman makes alcohol, instant favorite!
As you know sugar, we Miraluka are rather sensitive to the Force as well, which allows us to see. Now, I'm not exactly sure of how the Force works, but when you're able to sense when an ugly thug is about to get the jump on you, you certainly learn to appreciate it! Oh I've considered Jedi training, but I've always preferred a good blaster over of a silly lightsaber. Far more efficient in my opinion."
"Can you show me any tricks?"
"R-Right now? (Sounds embarrassed, but a little cautious) But we just met! ...Oh you mean Force tricks! (Innocent giggle) Silly me, silly me! I suppose I could, though I'm not very good. There was this one Jedi Knight...oh what was his name...Sean? Seamy? Samus? Oh nevermind. Total drunk, for a Jedi. A few drinks, a few winks, and he offers to teach me a thing or two! I must say it was a fantastic and useful lesson, in my opinion! But unfortunately I had to repay his favor by kicking him out. Got a little too rowdy!"
"Y-Y-Yes...but uh...back to your misinterpretation of what I meant by...tricks..."
A bit of quiet laughter, mixed with a few bashful rejections on Sel's end, though they get increasingly more assertive as Jak'Thal continued his flirtations. Eventually...
"Oh c'mon, no one would ever know, and it feels good! Let's just slide a hand up here an--What the...WHAT THE F(Static) IS THAT A DI--"
A crash, screams, some yelling. Selena's voice can be heard in the background, followed by Jak:
"EEK! You tried to molest me! You were going to rape me after this interview!"
"I tried to molest you! I was going to rape you after this interview!"
Some very angry yelling by the bar patrons, followed by Jak's screams as they all descend upon him in a rage. The recording ends after some static.
The boy stared in amazement at the recorder. So THAT'S how he was arrested! And it sure didn't seem like Jak'Thal was going to go so far as to rape Selena! Something was very wrong here. Suddenly his left shoulder was tapped. Startled, he whipped around and found himself face-to-helmet with a tall, black-spandex-clad figure. The helmet covered the head above the nose, but the red hair coming out of it was unmistakably Selena's. After a brief inhale of a cigarette, she smiled down at the boy before blasting him with a stunner.
The Sector 13 unit sighed at the unconscious boy. She hated doing this to a kid, but hey. She couldn't go around letting him tell stories, even though it's unlikely they'd believe him anyway. Still, better to leave potential blackmailing to the experts. After stomping the recorder with tape to smitherines with her heel, she bent down to pick the boy up. Feeling a pain in her groin from bending, she muttered something about finding the time to get the surgery she'd always wanted. A quick readjustment later, she picked the boy up and took him to her special room in the bar to replace his memories.
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