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Sandy kept her place next to Kirlocca, playing the part of close company, her own hood pulled up enough to cover the bright platinum of her hair. She spared a smile for the imperial officer, but her pale green eyes kept watch between the door and the bar. Leena had done the right thing exiting when she had, and it spaced their already overcrowded group out. And gave an avenue for escape should the need arise. Her gaze turned to her apprentice and the hutt she was talking to. She would have cried out in alarm and grabbed her sabre from its hidden place had the force not told her that there was no threat from him. She kept her gaze on him for a moment until a new danger revealed itself in the form of two massive Falleen men and a lithe lilithesque figure. She let her gaze fall naturally down to the table. Willing herself and her allies to not be seen as a threat and for them to be passed over as normal patrons.

Kirlocca almost looked confused at the sudden amount of movement and activity happening within the cantina, so his quick response was to down all that remained of his Garrmorl. His eyes went wide at the sudden intake of a lot of strong alcohol, but quickly recovered. His eyes darted towards Leena, who wanted to adjourn away, but he knew he couldn't leave, not after he set himself up as an ex-pirate looking to be hired. So he gave her a formal wave of goodbye, as if there was zero chance he'd follow her. Besides for his own past memories of getting into strange ships seemed to have been joged enough with the drink he just inhaled. He turned towards the door, to watch Leena leave, only to see two semi muscular men and a very tiny girl walk past her. They were covered in a bunch of fancy looking clothes and bright jewels, which were made to stand out. They looked as out of place as a Jawa at a senate party. His own fast working mind knew that they were the priests he was told about by the waitress who would need to be present to lock in a contract. Since she was still next to him, he felt he could further lock in his cover, which was already greater than perhaps the others. << Would one of those outlandishly dressed people be priests? >> He had said it in a typical drunk pirate fashion. Loud, obnoxious and designed to be insulting. His experience with pirates, including his own dad allowed for him to know that they sneered at people who dressed royally in any fashion. They made themselves a mark, unless they made themselves an ally. With any bit of luck, or the Force, he would attract one or all three over. And if he played his cards right, information could come his way that would greatly profit him in what path the Jedi should take. Assuming they were all here for some purpose. He was simply just following the Force's guidance. The others here seemed like too much of a coincidence.

"The dancer, she seems like a fun little thing..." Riggs said quietly as he watched the woman almost in a hypnotic state. Tilt replies in equal near silence, "You should go for the Hutt, the one with the beard, he's been staring at ya for quite some time." Behind the group were a gang of punks who had very good ears and were talking about everything that the Clones said to their buddies. They chuckled, and Thumper caught on quickly before jumping in, "Imagine it this way, all that flab makes for good leverage, you got natural oils that are so thick they could be used as lube, and let's not forget how loose and slimy they can get, the noises would be like churning butter." Thumpee made sure to make lireral churning slushing noises while rotating his fist abd moving his arm back and forth. Some of the gangsters spat out their drinks, all of them standing up and cussing the Clones as they walked out with a ruined mood. Good. Riggs looked uncomfortable now and leaned his head onto his hand, replying, "Oh... Not feelin' too good... You're an ass Thumper..." "Speaking of which, I'd seen the menu, cheese sticks look good. Figured I'd go for a burger and fries too. Anything for you?" Tilt asks, being the vocal one of the group, would wait until the waitress came back around. He watched every action and reaction, every movement that all had committed to their current placements. He watched as the Jedi left, which they could easily be tracked given his record of running into the bastards constantly back during the war. His war. But he didn't reminisce about that, instead if things went awry the Clone already thought up of every exit, enemy, and how many casualties there would be.

The Jedi knight smiled softly at the trandoshan apprentice as he showed his gem. A magnificent Crystal formed eons ago in the very heart of the gas giant. It had its own history, much like the great trees on Kashyyyk. In which the scholars said, you could read the entire history of republic to empire, to republic again, back to the very beginning’s of humanity. One compact ring upon the other, each telling a billion different stories of life of death, honor and dishonor, of grand crusades against the nameless foe, of disastrous defeats, the great highs and great lows of humanity. Who knew what this crystal had seen? Is it been there for Exar Kun, his defeat and massacre, of Jedi councils long dead, of rebellion against empire, of death stars and brutal reprisal. Every eon of time leaving little mark on the pale gem as it lay in wait for the Jedi Apprentice.waiting for when the force would choose it for this purpose. She smiled and stood. “There is little else I can teach you friend, other than to tell you to make your lightsaber. I will give you the quiet you need as I plot a path back home.” The pointed to the cargo bay of the small shuttle which was stuffed with a multitude of tools, equipment, and all one would need for the task.