Ever since her first trip to Iziz, Aska had fallen in love with Onderon. It was unlike any other world she had seen with its ancient architecture and dominating walls that surrounded the city, shielding it from the dangers of the jungles beyond. The people were welcoming, the weather was spectacular. If she was pressed, she would have a hard time considering whether Onderon or Zeltros has taken her number one pick for a destination holiday.
“Heh… Wonder how Administrator L’Amara is these days,” Aska thought to herself with a coy smile as she walked the streets with her hood drawn over her head. After the incident with Klied’s newest pet, the clone had decided that perhaps it was best if she got out and away from the manor for a time to clear her head. The stress of everything that had transpired in recent days had certainly worn them all down. The huttball game had provided an excellent distraction for their little group and the business arrangement that had been established between Thorne and herself in regards to Ali’s talents had given the clone something to look forward to in the future. Maybe, just maybe, things were starting to finally look up. Still, there was much to do to get everyone’s lives back on track. Primarily her own.
Walking through the market square and towards what Aska could only reasonably describe as Iziz’s scummier side of town, the sounds of music echoing from a run down building found its way to her ears. Coming to a stop to pull a cigarra from her jacket, the clone’s foot began to tap to the beat. It only meant one thing; her desires needed fulfillment. Lighting the tabacc, a smirk toyed with the corners of her lips. It was only just after breakfast but that was hardly going to stop her from enjoying the day. Klied was teaching Ali more on how to operate a blaster, Poffo was… being Poffo somewhere. Tegan was still sulking around the estate from his whooping he had received. She had the day all to herself; why not spend it doing what she loved?
Setting foot inside, Aska was greeted by a scene she had not anticipated. Three men, two Twi’leks and a well dressed Nautolan that very much reminded her of the scumbag Mil Ro screaming at a human man with a posse of scantily clad women of varying species at his back.
“Remember what I told you last week, S’elon? You back off the scene or your little birds are ‘onna start ‘avin’ accidents!” The Nautolan threatened as he took a drag off the cigar in his hand. “Kinda ‘ard to ‘et on set with broken legs, innit girls?”
Aska had remained unnoticed by everyone in the bar so far but as she listened to the squid make his threats she knew that wouldn’t be the case for long. Wrapping her hands around the SE-45 that had been tucked inside her jacket, she sat back for a moment to watch as the Nautolan dropped his cigarra into the mouth of a half full bottle.
“I’m ‘onna ‘ive ya another day to consider my offa, Muusk. Best think it through!” He finished before turning to leave, only to come face to face with the barrel of Aska’s blaster, the clone smiling on the other end.
”Takes a tough sack of shit to cramp down on a bunch of women,” she teased, pushing the weapon against his forehead.
“An’ just who the ‘ell are you?!” the Nautolan replied, clearly irritated though not fearful. His posse didn’t give Aska an opportunity to reply as they started to move in on her but the telltale *snap-hiss* of a lightsaber halted their advance. With the red blade aimed at the floor from her left hand, blaster in her right Aska never took the SE-45 off the Nautolan and began to circle around him, his own steps matching her own until Aska stood between him and the occupants of the bar.
”Doesn’t matter who I am. All that matters is that you and your little bitch pals start taking steps towards the door and keep walking,” Aska replied, her smile still displayed for the three thugs to see. ”Go play in traffic or something,” The Nautolan, his hands now held up, flashed a toothy grin in response as he took a step back towards his body guards.
“Aye, I can do that’, miss. Just know you’re makin’ a big mistake,” The man’s tone told her that he wasn’t afraid. Not of the gun, nor the lightsaber. Maybe in the moment but in the grand scheme, these weapons meant very little to him. “We’ll be back, S’elon! Don’t get comfy!” And with that, the Nautolan and his boys turned around and departed.
As Aska retracted her saber’s blade and lowered her blaster, she could hear the heavy sigh of relief from the man and his harem. Turning to face them, she cocked an eyebrow in the man’s direction.
“Thank you so much, ma’am! Drinks are on us! Anything you want!” he stammered with absolute gratitude.
”What in the flying fuck did I just walk into?”
“Heh… Wonder how Administrator L’Amara is these days,” Aska thought to herself with a coy smile as she walked the streets with her hood drawn over her head. After the incident with Klied’s newest pet, the clone had decided that perhaps it was best if she got out and away from the manor for a time to clear her head. The stress of everything that had transpired in recent days had certainly worn them all down. The huttball game had provided an excellent distraction for their little group and the business arrangement that had been established between Thorne and herself in regards to Ali’s talents had given the clone something to look forward to in the future. Maybe, just maybe, things were starting to finally look up. Still, there was much to do to get everyone’s lives back on track. Primarily her own.
Walking through the market square and towards what Aska could only reasonably describe as Iziz’s scummier side of town, the sounds of music echoing from a run down building found its way to her ears. Coming to a stop to pull a cigarra from her jacket, the clone’s foot began to tap to the beat. It only meant one thing; her desires needed fulfillment. Lighting the tabacc, a smirk toyed with the corners of her lips. It was only just after breakfast but that was hardly going to stop her from enjoying the day. Klied was teaching Ali more on how to operate a blaster, Poffo was… being Poffo somewhere. Tegan was still sulking around the estate from his whooping he had received. She had the day all to herself; why not spend it doing what she loved?
Setting foot inside, Aska was greeted by a scene she had not anticipated. Three men, two Twi’leks and a well dressed Nautolan that very much reminded her of the scumbag Mil Ro screaming at a human man with a posse of scantily clad women of varying species at his back.
“Remember what I told you last week, S’elon? You back off the scene or your little birds are ‘onna start ‘avin’ accidents!” The Nautolan threatened as he took a drag off the cigar in his hand. “Kinda ‘ard to ‘et on set with broken legs, innit girls?”
Aska had remained unnoticed by everyone in the bar so far but as she listened to the squid make his threats she knew that wouldn’t be the case for long. Wrapping her hands around the SE-45 that had been tucked inside her jacket, she sat back for a moment to watch as the Nautolan dropped his cigarra into the mouth of a half full bottle.
“I’m ‘onna ‘ive ya another day to consider my offa, Muusk. Best think it through!” He finished before turning to leave, only to come face to face with the barrel of Aska’s blaster, the clone smiling on the other end.
”Takes a tough sack of shit to cramp down on a bunch of women,” she teased, pushing the weapon against his forehead.
“An’ just who the ‘ell are you?!” the Nautolan replied, clearly irritated though not fearful. His posse didn’t give Aska an opportunity to reply as they started to move in on her but the telltale *snap-hiss* of a lightsaber halted their advance. With the red blade aimed at the floor from her left hand, blaster in her right Aska never took the SE-45 off the Nautolan and began to circle around him, his own steps matching her own until Aska stood between him and the occupants of the bar.
”Doesn’t matter who I am. All that matters is that you and your little bitch pals start taking steps towards the door and keep walking,” Aska replied, her smile still displayed for the three thugs to see. ”Go play in traffic or something,” The Nautolan, his hands now held up, flashed a toothy grin in response as he took a step back towards his body guards.
“Aye, I can do that’, miss. Just know you’re makin’ a big mistake,” The man’s tone told her that he wasn’t afraid. Not of the gun, nor the lightsaber. Maybe in the moment but in the grand scheme, these weapons meant very little to him. “We’ll be back, S’elon! Don’t get comfy!” And with that, the Nautolan and his boys turned around and departed.
As Aska retracted her saber’s blade and lowered her blaster, she could hear the heavy sigh of relief from the man and his harem. Turning to face them, she cocked an eyebrow in the man’s direction.
“Thank you so much, ma’am! Drinks are on us! Anything you want!” he stammered with absolute gratitude.
”What in the flying fuck did I just walk into?”