Ask Coruscant What the Babu Frik?!

[Brahe Sienar]

Level 1313. The last place anyone would've expected a member of the Jedi Order to appear, let alone a padawan. Drug addicts, prostitutes, criminals, and other seedy individuals roamed this level as long as anyone could remember the level existing. Dirt and debris encrusted the streets, illuminated by little more than the artificial sunlight lamps throughout the level, and the stark neon signs indicating the various businesses throughout the area. It was clear this part of Coruscant was deep in the pocket of the syndicates.

But here Brahe was, despite all the danger, deep in the seedy underbelly of Coruscant. An 18 year old, brash, young padawan. The young half echani looked left and right, raising an eyebrow as he ascertained if anyone was following him, before he took a turn into a particularly shaded alleyway.

“Ahh….Master Mi’la will not be happy if she finds out I’m down here alone…” he muttered to himself.

Knocking on the door of a nearby building, Brahe pulled his hood over his head, covering his face somewhat. His objective was…..uncharacteristically against the traditional Jedi way. He was here to find out exactly what Sansanna spice was. A merely innocent curiosity, but one he just felt he had to try, even if just once.

Sighing as there was no answer initially, Brahe knocked on the door again, this time a bit harder. He felt unease creep down his spine as a drug addict nearby looked at him with lost, spaced out eyes. As if he was peering into the young Padawan’s soul. Guilty, the drug addict said with his eyes. As if they knew that Master Mi’la would have severe disappointment in Brahe. As if they knew that she might even already be here, on her way to scold Brahe.

The door opened, snapping Brahe out of his "guilty, worst case scenario” fantasy.

And behind the door was….

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

-Theme-​

For once, she wasn't an acting physician. The air was filled with particulates; across the floor, various bodies laid about on pallets, each in some sort of relaxed position. Every now and then there was a groan as someone shifted from one position to another, but each was in his own drug-laced fantasy.

The good Doc, however, was not. She was simply taking notes.

She slumped herself, an unlaced cigara dangling from her lips, white hair pulled around her features as though she were one of them. Amber eyes gleamed lambent in the semi-shaded space, noting breathing patterns, movement patterns... she itched for more data.

Perhaps even for some untapped youth to come stumbling by, curious for a life of drugs and fantasy. Wasn't uncommon here; she remembered doing something similar in her undergrad days. Still, she hoped to see movement. There was a tremor of some feeling in the air, of something... else.

Then there was a knock at the door, and her eyes flicked in that direction. Watching.

Then someone shuffled upright, grunting at the movement and muttering groggily in protest, and she watched as he shuffled haphazardly towards the door. She put her hand to her hip where her blaster was, just in case. If it was law enforcement, she'd have to make a swift exit.

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[Brahe Sienar]

The involved parties spoke in hushed whispers, paranoid of any onlookers or spies.

“You uhm….” Brahe looked left and right, making sure no one was too keenly watching the exchange.

“You sellin?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay…it’s cool….I’m just saying though….if you are sellin, I could use some Sansanna….”

“I just need you to prove it, you know? Prove you’re not a cop.”

‘How the hell am I supposed to do that?”

“Uhhh….oh! I got it!” The dealer pointed at the doctor. “Go ahead and punch that chick right in the face!”

“W-what?! Her? She’d kick my ass!” He looked at Ilana worriedly- the doctor was, frankly, a mix between super hot and utterly terrifying, based off of just her appearance. Who knows if she was some crazy assassin woman? They seemed to be everywhere these days.

“Ok…I’ve got it. Cops are like, obligated to tell you if you’re a cop around here. It’s like, in the Free Worlds law and stuff!” Brahe was lying out his ass, but it was likely more than enough to gain the trust of this criminal.

“The constitution of the Free Worlds?”

“Yeah, that!”

“Alright then. Say it.”

“I’m not a cop.”

“Come on, say it official-like!”

“No, I am not a police officer.”

“Alright, 575 for a quarter camtono.”

"Dang, you serious man?"

"“That's the going street price! Take it leave it!.”

Brahe frowned, looking left and right. He glanced at the doctor warily, before reaching into his pocket and producing the required credits. He handed them to the dealer, and shortly after, the shady man turned, reaching behind a potted plant near the doorway and revealing what was clearly a quarter camtono of Sansanna spice.

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

She glared at the youth that just stood there shuffling his feet... and tensed when the guy pointed right at her. She slid her gaze back to the youth... and she fought back an internal smile at the notion he seemed afraid to do as the ragged spice dealer suggested.

Smart lad.

Her gaze flicked towards the potted plant... then she nonchalantly slumped further forwards, pretending to gaze vacuously on the floor.

If she was lucky, some unseen stimulus would be the catalyst to such an otherwise dull outing.

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[Mila Tesara]

'I swear to the force is Brahe is here it isn't going to end well.' Mila was deep in thought as she trudged through the lower levels, ignoring the catcalls from several shadowy figures, her mind set on finding her padawan and learning what in the world had brought him down here. She could feel his presence near by, and whatever he was up to she could sense the conflict within him. She only hoped she wasn't too late to stop whatever it was he was doing.

"Hey momma, how bout you shed those robes for me and the boys?" Some dirty looking Twi'lek shouted at her from one of the near by bars, several other men were with him snickering among themselves, but she paid him no heed. She was far more concerned about her padawan. Moving on by, she heard the man shout louder. "Hey, where you going? You know I'm talking to you?" His voice sounded agitated, so Mila reached out with her senses to keep track of what the man was going to do next. Just as she thought, the man was starting to move up to her, his pace quickened as he was clearly trying to catch up, but Mila simply moved along, not giving the man a moment of her attention. She felt him try and reach out for her, his hand on target with her wrist, and by then she had enough. She twitched her right hand, targeting the man's extended leg, and with a just a touch of pressure sent him stumbling into a trash pile that they were walking past; all the while his hand failed to connect with her wrist. She had no time for this nonsense, she needed to find Brahe. She only hoped she wasn't too late.

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[Brahe Sienar]

"Alright alright....just keep your voice down...." Brahe said, looking at Ilana briefly before bashfully turning away, and sneaking a pile of credits into the dealer's hands.

To be honest, Brahe didn't know how to actually consume the spice- whether it was eaten, inhaled, injected, or otherwise, the padawan was clueless. This was very much a first time for Brahe, and while he wasn't averse from trying it, he didn't intend to get super into the stuff. Surely it wasn't that bad, and this was just a moment for the bucket list? He didn't trust Giran with trying it with him either- the other padawan was just as likely to report him, and the Jedi Order probably wouldn't be too lenient. Mila might strangle the poor boy alive. He took the camtono of spice from the dealer and began to walk away, turning a corner and seeking a more secluded space. He eyed the doctor a couple times warily, fear clearly in his eyes. Was she watching him? Was she there to trail him? Why was she sticking around? She didn't look like an addict, or anyone from a particularly rough background.

"A-are you following me?" He asked Illana, eyes shifting left and right nervously as he asked the question.

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