Abolition is such a interesting word.

[Aithne Charr]

While the first two topics she spoke of were both getting to be old and dull, it was the last that made him smile still as he placed a hand over his heart and almost comedically overplayed with a small bow. "Oh, to have missed those performances, it makes my heart hurt to only know the sights that i could have seen." Solan brought himself up from the overacted bow with a shrug. "To tell the truth, though, i would be honored to stop by the next time i find myself on the planet. Sadly, though, i dont find myself out and about these days. Maybe that will change though, something feels off recently."

It wasn't just her showing up that was different. He was feeling like the galaxy was growing smaller suddenly as he had left Kesh. Granted he did have more time because of his recent actions in setting the planet onto a more controlled path without him around all the time to take things by the handle. His point was that in the end though he would be able to do more of what he was used to doing here on Nar'Shadaa. He expected that to be the last of it though and for that to be all he did in the galaxy outside of his duties to Kesh.

"So, you mentioned that you said our goals align but you also mentioned the Silvers at Voss being old friends and i assume masters of yourself? What is a Jedi trained force user doing helping a man who otherwise does not fit your own alignment? The point of the Jedi is to eliminate the Dark Side from the galaxy right?" He smiled as it was a question he posed to every single Jedi he had ever met, there was no doubt that she was probably going to give him the same answer as all the rest.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza chuckled at his antics. “Very well. You’re always welcome to stop by, but I have a feeling that we’d be more likely to bump into each other on Voss."

When the talk moved onto a bit of a heavier topic, Joza didn’t shift uncomfortably. Instead, she took a few moments to genuinely think about what sort of answer she should give to [member="Solan Charr"]. Her own alignment of Force usage had been somewhat of a mystery to her. “What do you know of my alignment?” She smiled coyly before her lips dipped into a bit of a devious smirk. “I’m not a Jedi. At least, not anymore. I was trained as one, but I guess I just didn’t turn out to have completely lightsided tendencies. That’s why I like the Silvers, though. They don’t mind a bit of darkness so long as you stay in line and don’t clash with their goals and ideals too much.”

Joza was in the camp of believing that the Force was a can opener—it was neither good nor bad, it just simply was. What you did with it made you good or bad. She’d been introduced to this idea through her father’s friend, Isley Verd. “It’s not as if you’re the first dark sider I’ve met, anyhow. Maybe that’s why I am the way I am.” She mused with good nature, never letting her light tone drop. While he had made her think, she smoothed over the gory details of her life and didn’t really mind giving him a brief overview. “So no, I don’t mind helping you burn down slavers. I know what they do, I’ve been their victim before. They deserve far worse than what you or I can give them.”

She finished with an arched brow, curious as to what he had to say to that. Joza had kept the bitterness from her voice, and had spoken strongly. Her time as a slave brought suffering, and she was in the process of rising above it, tired of feeling bad about it. Regardless, it would always be an influential part of her.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Joza Perl"]

Solan looked at her as she spoke and smiled. "My eyes." He started as he looked at her with the Sapphire blue eyes, but instead of pointing to them, he pointed to the side of his skull itself, only continuing as he looked forward once more.

"Have you ever heard Eyes in the back of your head. Mine work in a similar way because of my mother passing on her traits to me as well as her training. You see, a Miralukan is normally without eyes, their halfbreeds blind and without any possibility of repair. But as a quarter blooded, you pick up a pretty neat trick. You come to see the world as both Physical, and through he force like your ancestors. Now, my ancestors had come up with a pretty neat trick, they took force sight and brought it a step further. They looked at the very being of those around them, at the person in such a way that was far more intimate than someone with only their physical sight could tell them. That is what ive been studying about you Red."

His head turned towards the building that he was looking for, changing the direction they were moving in as he continued talking.

"Now, with that said, i can tell where you stand in the force, and it is neither dark nor light, not truly atleast. Alot like most of the Silver 'Jedi' that call Voss home. That is why i like them though, it is because of that understanding that one side is no better than the other that i do not fear for my life when i am around them. Not like the Jedi Order or that of the Sith. The Jedi would persecute me for what i am, murder me or strip the force from my body. The Sith, they would use me, to achieve their goals and then kill me when i am of no more use to them."

Then her words about the slavers touched his ears and he turned to look at her with his eyes once more. Staring at her before stopping and looking at her. "Murder out of revenge is no different than murder out of joy. One simply has a reason that is deemed more Sane than before. A Monster kills for no reason but to kill or to revel in the feeling of revenge that they get Lost Jedi..." He tore his eyes from her and looked down at the warehouse a little ways down. "Just as a Monster will slaughter those out of sport, one can slaughter out of Revenge. And Red, i truly believe that that is not something you want to happen to you. Stay here and be good, blood would just stain your skin Crimson."

With that he started to make his way down the building, the warehouse no more than ten meters below them.

 

[Joza Perl]

“Your eyes?” She echoed his words, tilting her head to the side as he pointed to them. A contemplative silence fell over her as [member="Solan Charr"] revealed a bit of his heritage. So he was part Miraluka then? Interesting. Joza knew of the race of blind humanoids, their blood naturally force sensitive. This was her first time knowingly meeting a quarter-blood, though. “That’s a little creepy.” She arched a brow, though her tone was light and signified that she wasn’t really bothered by it. Perhaps a bit unnerved, but nothing she couldn’t deal with. If Joza shied away from sketchy situations, she would be a very different person. “I probably should have picked up that you were using Force Sight, huh?” She rolled a shoulder back casually, a little miffed at herself for not catching on sooner.

She had little to say about his analysis of her and the Silvers, simply because she agreed him. But when the talk turned to slavery, her eyes darkened a tad. “If I were doing this strictly out of revenge, I’d be targeting the one I’ve had the pleasure of dealing with on this very moon.” And believe me, I will. Clearing her throat, green eyes swept down to the warehouse below. There wasn’t much going on outside, but likely some activity inside. “I’m here tonight to stop the cycle.” A pause, and the corners of her lips upturned a hair. “I happen to think that crimson goes well with my skin tone.” It was her turn to tap the side of her head, indicating her bright red hair hidden beneath her hood of her abaya.

But then she sat, adjusting herself to be more comfortable in a cross-legged position. “By all means, go off and have all the fun. I’ll just be sitting here, like a good girl. Go on, now. You’ve got slavers to roast.” She flipped her hand to shoo him away.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Joza Perl"]

He paused as she spoke the last set of words, looking over his shoulder with a grin and a laugh. "I can assume, that there is nothing 'good' about you there Red... And i also don't actually think you would stick around here for a million credits if you actually feel as strongly about the slavers as you say you do. Am i correct?" He didn't even wait to hear her response, pulling himself over the railing instead of using the stairwell, smiling as the wind caught his face for a few seconds before he started to slow his decent, looking to land without a broken leg tonight. His body hesitated though as he did land, not instantly going off to start the party and deal with this new group. Instead he glanced over his shoulder for a few seconds to see if he would spot the red haired form of a girl that he could tell wanted to clean up a practice that had scarred her inside.

Whether he saw her or not, his eyes would focus back on the warehouse he stood on now, making his way over to a roof based window he could climb through and drop onto a catwalk if he was lucky. It was common to have that kind of set up, made getting snipers and guardsmen to the roof much easier, but this group was too much of a novice t think that far ahead with its protection. It was this one mistake that made his approach almost child's play in the simplicity of it and that fact made him happy as his hands got to work on loosening the securs on the window. It would be very simple for him to do, all he needed was complete focus on it and hopefully no interruptions, almost completely forgetting about Joza as he worked on the window.

 

[Joza Perl]

“You’re a smart man, [member="Solan Charr"].” She called out to him as he left, a Cheshire grin spreading across her face. That was all she had to say on that matter. Feth no was she going to sit here and let him do all the work, especially when she took the trouble to come all the way to the smuggler’s moon. Skootching towards the edge of the building, Joza watched as Solan worked carefully on loosening the bolts from the window. A part of her wanted to watch him at work, but that part did not win out after he would disappear into the building.

Securing the hood over her head, Joza wrapped a part of her head scarf around the lower half of her face and quickly slipped down the side of the building, descending as noiselessly as possible. Upon reaching the ground, she hugged the side of the warehouse and traced her way towards the back. As she went, she kept her hand pressed against the side of the structure, concentrating on feeling any life forms within. Nearing the back wall, her senses flared with several pulsations of life. None seemed to be Force sensitive, so that was good. Reaching down to the black cloth she’d garbed herself in, Joza pulled the robe over her head and deposited it in a corner of the alley.

Beneath the conservative dress was a tight, shimmering top of gold fabric paired with equally tight and flashy shorts. Ruffling her hair a bit, Joza knocked on the door and put on her best “scared and alone” face. After a long minute, a series of heavy steps could be heard from beyond the concrete, and the door opened.

A gruff looking man stared down at the Zeltron, brows raised in utter surprise.

“E-excuse me, Sir…I was on my way to Cl-club Nexus and I got lost and I was u-um, r..robbed!” Choking back a fake sob, Joza looked up at the man with pleading, watery eyes. That would explain the lack of purse or jewelry, and would likely buy her way into the den of wolves. Stupid wolves, she hoped.

Squinting down at her, the goon glared for a few moments before a wicked smile snaked onto his face. Closing the door a little, he stuck his head back to the interior of the building and growled something to an unseen party. Turning back to Joza, he faced her with his best sympathetic look. “Well, you poor thing. Don’t you worry miss, come inside for a moment and calm down. I’ll help get you home…” The man’s voice trailed as he ushered Joza inside quickly, the door banging shut behind them.

“Th-thank you!” Joza stuttered, looking as grateful as possible without making herself sick. Inside, she would find the interior rather drab and dull. A few crates had been set up as a makeshift table and chairs in the corner, several hands of cards spread across the larger crate. Squinting, Joza noted that it looked as if their card game had been interrupted by something. As if on cue, two more grunts appeared from behind a curtain after moving the merchandise the first thug had told them to move.

Alright…three on one shouldn’t be too bad.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan wasn't sure if [member="Joza Perl"] was cunning, or just plain stupid... hopefully the first as he saw her enter the main door with one man at her side and two others appearing from behind a curtain that had been strung up. His eyes stared for a few seconds before rubbing them out of sheer... confusion? He wasn't sure what her plan was, if it was to get in with the 'mercendise' or to simply fight them when they least suspected it but he was ready to move as his hands plucked from his clothing two daggers that he kept on his person. They were only two of a fifteen but the small thing vibrodaggers were more than enough to take down his enemies if accurately aimed.

Something told him to wait though, so he did, his eyes staring at the red haired woman as she now moved towards the two newcomers in such a way that even caused solan to stare for a moment. Had she been wearing that the whole time? Interesting that she was using her own appeal to get closer to the enemy, its not a new tactic but it was one that he was more than slightly surprised by considering what he had thought he had learned about her.

But his mind was wandering and slowly he moved with the shadows, his body climbing from crate to crate while the three men looked at Joza like they had scored big time. It sickened him and he knew that she was probably thinking the same thing right about now as the blades in his hand flipped position to be more easily thrown. He would wait though, this was Joza's stage and he had to admit that he was curious about her own abilities and fighting skills. She had seen an inch of what he could do, now he would see a foot of what she was capable of.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza offered the men a shy smile as they made no move to hide their wandering gaze. Part of her honestly liked the attention, but a larger part of her was disgusted. Not even bothering to look in Solan’s direction, she felt his presence as he shifted his way through the beams above them. The interior of the warehouse was smaller than expected, but there were a few other blocked off areas where there may have been more goons.

“Why don’t you come over here for a moment miss, we can get you something to calm down…” The man who had answered the door placed his hand at the small of her back, ushering her behind the curtain and Joza followed without resistance. It was a good thing that Zeltrons were known for being gullible, as there were a few people she knew who would roll their eyes as her “innocent” performance. Once behind the curtain, she was greeted by the sight of a scantily clad purple twi’lek woman—cuffed, gagged and caged. Startled by the lengths that the men had gone through, Joza had little time to think about that as she was roughly pushed against the wall.

In an instant, she could feel the man’s face near her own, breath hot against her neck as his hands took liberties with whatever they felt like. Grimaced, she stretched her neck and tilted her head away from him as if trying to get away from his presence. “Don’t be scared, girlie. I’ll take good care of you, just like I did with her…” The ensuing laugh was all Joza needed to hear before she swiftly and decisively kneed him between the legs.

The goon’s eyes went wide and he crumpled in pain. “You schutta!” He seemed to recover enough to lash out and slug the Zeltron dead in the face. The force of the strike sent her stumbling back, also conjuring thoughts of her getting a durasteel nose considering how often it was broken. He stalked forward towards the woman, fury blazing in his eyes as the bound twi’lek let out a muffled scream against her gag. Covering her bleeding nose with her hand, Joza matched the rage in his eyes and struck out towards him with a kick to the chest. It didn’t seem to injure the grunt, but it did send him back from her as she grabbed a spare set of chain-linked cuffs from the wall.

Lunging atop the man, she straddled him and wrapped the chains around his neck. Gasping for breath, the goon’s hands clawed at the ground while simultaneously trying to throw the Zeltron off of him, though his strength was draining with every missed breath.

Hearing the commotion, the two other goons rushed beyond the curtained area, unaware of [member="Solan Charr"]’s presence.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Joza Perl"]

Solan's eyes watched Joza with a shake of his head. That girl was reckless and certainly needed to be a bit more careful... but he knew his words would probably go in one ear and right out the other. So as the sound erupted from behind the curtain, Solan chose then to drop down.

You know, some people would shit their pants upon seeing someone who they did not know, appearing out of virtually no where right infront of them, and brandishing fairly large dagger's whose purpose was one thing... And then there were this kind of people. The Kind that had this bravado and grand view of their less than stellar abilities. Sometimes people really needed to learn who was their betters and who was not.

The first strike came from his right as the fist was thrown at him, Solan's own body turning with it and bringing one of the daggers up as he stabs right through the hand, watcing two fingers fall from the fact it had been a fist at first. The the second strike came and this one actually hit him as he felt his face turn with it. He could feel his jaw in more pain than he was happy with and similarily his other hand came up and pushed right through the man's for arm, driving the dagger through and then turning its direction before plunging the blade which had gone through into the arm of the other thug. Of course this invited a chorus of pain but he was not quite done as he twisted the hand to his right with the knife in it till both were on the ground and trying to pull their arms apart from eachother.

Solan wasn't done though as his hands touched the boots of the men, leaving it there for a second before exhaling and watching their clothing catch fire from the bottom, slowly progressing upwards. Solan would only watch for a few seconds before turning and disappearing behind the curtain. While Joza would hear their voices at first, Solan would place a barrier so to speak in the minds of those who had been captured by the slavers already, blocking them from the sounds of pain that would no doubt erupt soon. But Joza he would ask. "Do you want to hear them Red?"

He would wait for her to kill the man and answer before doing so for her or not. Either way though he would see her nose and shake his head. "Red... come here, i need to heal that for you. That was reckless..." He was a bit concerned that she might have tried that alone, that if those others had made it back and that if she had tried to fight her way through all eight, she would have ended up like the poor women in the cages nearby. He hated seeing people throw their lives away hoping to save others when there were better ways of doing it. His own injury bothered him at that, something had been distracting him, the kills were not clean and he had been marked. That was unusual for him and he was curious as to why.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza didn’t let her vice like grip from the chains slacken one bit until the man had slumped to the ground. Even as he clawed at his neck, the ground, anything and tried to either throw her off of him or beg for mercy, she didn’t budge. Not even when she felt the fear and panic roll from him, until his thoughts faded into nothingness. Releasing the chain, she glanced over to Solan, the smell of cooked and singed flesh along with her own blood tickling her broken nose. She wrinkled her face in disgust but was not too bothered by it, seeing as how this wasn’t the first time she’d been around to see someone roasted alive.

“It doesn’t matter.” Even surprising herself, she seemed impartial to their deaths. Perhaps, because they deserved it? Moving back towards her own victim, she patted down the side of his pants before she found a set of keys. “It was. But it got the job done.” Usually she was more covert and conservative, but something in her and urged the Zeltron to make this gritty. Maybe she really hadn’t gotten what had happened to her out of her system yet.

She would make no move away from Solan if he attempted to heal her, figuring that it would be best to get her nose healed as quickly and properly as possible. The longer it remained broken, the harder it would be to fix and the greater the chance of scarring or crooked bones. “We need to get her out of here. Do you know somewhere safe we can take her?” Joza’s gaze flickered towards he twi’lek woman, who at this point was cowering in the corner of her cage, absolutely terrified. Green eyes cast a sympathetic glance toward the enslaved woman. Certainly no way to live.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Joza Perl"]

He sighed as she shrugged off the danger of what she had done. Se was reckless and now he understood why she was not really with the jedi anymore, actions like that would have gotten her allies killed if they had tried to hold back or if they had waited till the group was in a larger place. It was a dangerous matter for the woman to have put herself in this situation but he just sighed as he probably knew his words wouldn't change much. "One second Red... let me get to work..." His eyes focusing on the broken nose now.

It wasn't the worst injury in the world, and even as he would heal it, she would find it sore for a while because he was not the most proficient healer by far.

"You know Red, I know that you probably won't heed my words, but you should not do that. Your life is far more valuable alive than it is dead. Especially to those that do care about you and i know there must be someone in this galaxy that does that." His eyes focused on rightening the cartilage as he had done a million times with his own bones because of the way they are. "There are safer ways of getting jobs done, had I not been there originally and you tried this. You would have been in that cage with the other one. Even I would have had trouble fighting all eight together and in the open, not to mention the others had weapons on them. Just think before you act next time Red, not that i would hate having to heal ya again, but it is a bit of a strain."

Once done, his hands moved now from her face before looking at the girl in the cage. Slowly he shifted languages, speaking to the girl in her native tongue. "I have a friend that can bring you to Naboo or any planet in the region if you want. If not there is a community that protects those in it best they can, i can get you in there and explain things to its overseer." Sure, the latter option was a district full of vigilantes but they were kept on a tight leash and he trusted them to be able to protect those that needed it without taking advantage of them. He quickly struck out with his saber as it ignited in his hand, cutting open the cage. Once done it retreated once more, being deposited on his belt before he removed the cloak around his body and stepped forward, pulling it around her shoulders with a small smile. "This should hide your appearance. Ok?" He was lucky she was the only one it seemed they had captured, it made things so much simpler.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza remained still as Solan healed her, knowing that even a little movement from her might skew the healing. Fighting back a scoff at his words, she arched both brows. “Reckless? That wasn’t as reckless as it could have been. That was conditional. Had I been at this alone, I would have been more cloak and dagger like you. I distracted them, and gave you an opening.” She pulled away from him, brushing a hand against her nose and winced. It had been set, but it still hurt.

“Believe me, I haven’t lost my head quite yet. I’m quite a bit more capable than I lead people to believe. No one usually expects an exotic dancer to choke them in a warehouse or put a knife through their chest, but here we are.” Glancing down at the man she’d strangled, she noticed the deep imprints of the chain around his neck and flexed her cybernetic limb. “Thank you for fixing my nose.” As the lightsaber sliced through the twi’lek’s cage, Joza coughed and held up the set of keys she pilfered from the body. “Who is being reckless now?” She joked, shaking her head before focusing on the captive woman.

The twi’lek shook in her bindings, wary of her rescuers. After Solan unlocked the cage, Joza stepped forward and undid the gag first before unlocking the shackles. They fell to the ground with a solid clank, and the twi’lek rubbed at her wrists before looking nervously between the two. “Th-thank you, both…but I don’t have any family left…I’m not sure where to go.” She bit back tears, seemingly overwhelmed with the sudden choice in freedom. Joza sympathized with the confused feelings rolling from the other woman, and released a wave of pheromones to calm her. Now that she had a choice, she wanted the aftermath of the twi’lek’s rescue to be…kinder than that of her own.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Joza Perl"]

Solan just smiled as she argued with him about being able to take down everyone on her own. Maybe she could, maybe she could not, far too late to find out for sure. There was one thing he knew though, even if he had tried to do it while there was a hostage, he would have been injured heavily. He was lucky enough the two that attacked him didn't do so with blades or blasters, otherwise he would have suffered far worse than a simple bruise on his face and blood in his mouth.

Either way though he just nodded to Joza and focused on the girl as she thanked them, solan's head would shake though almost immediately. "No need to thank me, not until you are safe for sure, so lets get you somewhere where you will be safe." His body moved to make sure the other two were ash by that point, the last of the embers that had nce been them smoldering. It was good enough and with his cloak she would be able to hide the sight of the dead without worry.

With that though he returned his head back into the curtained areas looking at the two before running a hand through his hair. "So, we should probably get you somewhere safe miss. Hate to hang around here anymore. Joza, do you mind getting her out of here while i make sure that this place can't be used again. Ive already checked to make sure that there is no one ellse living in the building so its time to dispose of this cesspool." He would wait for her to nod or bring the Twilik out of the building, fire already starting to spark up in his hands as he had the two palms crossed behind his back.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza nodded, easily acquiescing to his request. This was about the twi’lek after all, and not herself. “Come, let’s get you out of this dreary place.” Her voice dropped into a soothing drawl as she grasped the other woman’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Upon leading the freed captive from the warehouse, she turned over her shoulder to give Solan one last nod before disappearing out the door and onto the streets of Nar Shaddaa.

“I…um, what’s going to happen to me now Miss…?” The twi’lek trailed, realizing that she didn’t know the Zeltron’s name. “Joza.” She quickly filled in before clearing her throat. “And it’s like Solan said, we’d be glad to help you onto any planet. Or you can join the community he mentioned.”

“Ah…I’m Amirah, by the way.” The twi’lek smiled, albeit nervously. The rescue had been unexpected and she was having trouble absorbing all that had happened. “Beautiful name.” Joza responded, giving the woman a gentle smile. “Are you hungry, Amriah?” The pair had walked several blocks from the warehouse, safe from any blaze that Solan would conjure up. When the purple twi’lek nodded, Joza grinned and slowed to a stop at one of the many stalls that lined the streets. They had wandered into a busier urban center, which would be good if anyone had been trailing them.

After ordering the nervous twi’lek some soup and paying for it with the credits she had stashed in her chest, Joza extended her presence out towards Solan so he’d be able to find them, hoping that he’d be done cleaning up their mess by now.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Joza Perl"]

Once they were gone, he double checked with the force. Searching out any forms of life that might appear or any that might disappear in that instant. It was but a few seconds but in the end he was sure that there was not another sentient living soul within the warehouse with him. THat was all he needed for him to hold out his two hands before him, fingers positioned in the same way he always did with the beginning of two flames hovering before them.

SNAP

In a second the two flames flared to life and burst out towards the curtain nearby, to the crates, to the body, to anything and everything that was flamible around him. They crawled like snakes, catching every surface they could on fire and Solan watched as he fueled the flames.. Walking all too slowly as his hand pushed aside the flaming remnants of the curtain, watching as the warehouse's gas mains started to burst and fire erupted throughout the entire building. It was a slow controlled process careful to make sure the flames would not get too far out of control until he was gone and the fire controllers were on the scene. But the destruction would be complete and absolute. He made sure it reached to every inch of the warehouse, blowing gas mains, destroying the contents of the crates, eliminating everything.

It was like second nature, this practice of Cleansing and his hands wiped the blood that was still on them clean, using a rag he had lifted from the criminal's table. The crimson color staining it before he destroyed the evidence with a quick swip of his hand and watched the fabric turn to ash. He had left the warehouse by that point, had left the scene and stood there in a crowd that watched on as the building blazed. His influence still causing everything to be incinerated and being turned to ash itself, falling apart and reducing itself to nothing. That was when he had deemed it time to leave, his hands placed into the pockets of his trousers while he walked towards Joza.

Certain enough, he found the woman helping the twilik, feeding her and smiling as his body came to sit down with the two. "Well, mess is all cleaned up for sure Red. How's our friend doing."

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza and Amirah found a place to sit while they waited for Solan to return. Amirah sipped at her soup, staring at the Nar Shaddaa streets with wide eyes. It was evident that the girl’s mind was racing, unable to process any single emotion at this point in time. Joza recalled what that had been like, and so watched the twi’lek carefully for any signs of panic.

When Solan made their way back to them, Joza smiled faintly and gave him a nod. Even though they were a bit of distance away, smoke could be seen drifting above the horizon where the warehouse had gone up in flames. “Not bad. Still adjusting.” Putting her elbow on the table, she rested her head in her hands while facing Solan. “So, now what? I’ve got a hotel room nearby where she’s welcome to stay, but I won’t be on Nar Shaddaa forever.”

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Joza Perl"]

"Well, like i said i have contacts that could get her off world or protect her on it, so its more a matter of her chosing. If she does want to leave te planet, i can give her a few thousand credits so that she can get herself set up and working on what ever planet she chooses." His eyes looked towards the side for a few seconds, watching fire controllers zip towards the warehouse. "There is also my shadow legion i have on the planets i frequent, so they can keep an eye on her two like they are for a few of the others ive liberated." His eyes turned back onto Joza as she looked at him with her head in her hand, making him smile alittle.

"Which brings me to my next question though, after we help her to a relative safe place, shall we see if we can find some more who are probably held in the other operations on the planet? Or is this where we are to split Red?" He was watching her for a few more seconds before he found himself looking at the twilik, extending his empathy to her to help syphon off any negative emotions. He hated when people were saddened or scared, especially those that were taken and forced into what could have been the destruction of their lives. He wasn't going to be happy himself until a certain hutt had his blade in it's throat.

 

[Joza Perl]

“Hmm….” Joza looked upwards in thought before leveling her gaze back onto the purple skinned woman. “Amirah, what is it that you do?” A bit startled by the question, the twi’lek looked up at the Zeltron with wide eyes before stammering out an answer. “I-I, well…I’m a dancer. I have been for years…” Her confusion was evident when she noticed the slow grin spread across Joza’s face.

“Ah, no worries. It just so happens that I run a dance studio and am looking for trained dancers. If you’d like, I can give you a job as well as room and board. It’s not much, but I like to think that I pay well. And of course, we have security to ensure that our girls are protected.” Joza didn’t think she’d be making a sales pitch, but figured it was worth a shot. Her studio was small and out of the way of most trafficking circuits, and was also under Sanctum protection seeing as how it was on Lianna.

“R-really? You’d do that? That would be great!” Amirah seemed to cheer up at once, partially from the offer and partially from Solan working his empathy magic on her. Joza’s eyes slid over to Solan and she gave him a wry smile. Being a natural empath via her race, she was able to sense what he was doing. Not that she didn’t approve, in fact he was absolutely helping the situation by making her feel safe. “It’s settled, then. I’m leaving tomorrow, so you can stay with me in my hotel room if you’d like.” Turning to face Solan now, she addressed him. “As for our friends that remain…perhaps I should get Miss Amirah to Lianna first, then we can set up another date?” She gave him a cursory wink, teasing of course, but in a better mood.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Joza Perl"]

He watched the two dancers talk with a smile of his own, head leaning on his hand as he smiled with his eyes moving between them as each talked. He enjoyed seeing the twilik excited and happy, something that he rarely got to see from people these days as he could not give them such offers so easily. He had already expanded the population boundries of his home to such degrees that he couldn't help but worry that any more influx might just devolve into new slums and that was the last thing he needed. He wanted the people of this galaxy to feel safe and together, held protected but for every person he helps, ten more seem to be taken under the collar.

His mind had been distant for a few seconds before he noticed she was talking to him now, only catching the latter half of her statement with a raised brow. For a second he said nothing, his face seemed to darken a bit as he sat there and thought on the very last word with his eyes falling to the table and then off in the distance they had come from, though looking past the smoke towards something else. For once he didn't quite seem under stable thought, calm control as his empathy started to syphon off others around him to erase a growing pit in his stomach.

"Err ya... sure Red." He looked back at her for a few seconds before trying to put a smile back on his face. "Just give a message to the government of Kesh, im sure they will get it to me." His body was moving before he really said anything more, letting her to be with the Twilik. He did do one last thing though, one last motion aimed to the woman who they had just saved. It was a low bow, lower than would be normal. "Do stay safe miss." Without another word he looked to Joza and nodded a farewell to her, making to turn and leave.

 

[Joza Perl]

Unexpectedly, Solan’s mood seemed to darken at her teasing. Tilting her head to the side, Joza tried to get a direct read on what he was feeling before he answered. Had she overstepped a boundary? She hoped not. Nevertheless, he seemed to straighten out, at least a bit. “Alright then, I’ll send word to Kesh once I get this lady settled in. If you need to contact me at all, I can be found through the Coalition channels.”

Much like Solan, Joza’s mood fluctuated depending on the feelings of those around her. It was a trait that all Zeltrons shared, hence why they devoted much of their lives to the pursuit of pleasure and happiness. Negative feelings were something she was never really taught to deal with in a healthy way. Figuring that the twi’lek was probably exhausted, Joza rose to escort her back to the hotel. At Solan’s bow, the purple woman blushed a little and smiled. “I will. And thank you both, so much for your help…” She seemed at a loss for words, and returned his bow with a curtsey of her own.

Shaking her head softly, a smile crept up Joza’s face as she reached for Amirah’s arm. “Take care, Solan.” She nodded back at him, concern flashing in her eyes briefly before she turned to leave.

[member="Solan Charr"]

[Exit]