Introducing Naya

You sigh as you sip your drink from the comfort of a small booth in the club you and your crew have made home base while on Nar Shaddaa. On a table in front of you was the lime green twi’lek you had noticed some time ago. This time, her movements were not as precise. Instead, there were hitches in her routine that likely had something to do with the fact that she was completely naked. Despite this, you are the only one actually interested in her.

As you watch the girl attempt to overcome the embarrassment and lack of dignity her current situation provides, your thoughts turn back to your last job.

The attack on the platform had gone well. Very well. So well, in fact, that you had barely met any resistance whatsoever when you and Tyttania stormed the warehouse. With a cargo full of Tibanna, and some extra you used to stock up your various weapons that needed it, you returned to Sabbo victoriously.

You sigh again as you turn your attention back to the Twi’lek dancer in front of you. Your eyes travel up her body until they reach her face. She looked extremely uncomfortable as she attempted to perform movements she had no doubt perfected.

“Stop” you command. The girl did so, mostly out of shock at the sudden command than any sense of ingrained loyalty. “Sit here” you command, patting a section of the bench next to you. The girl looked over her shoulder at another Twi’lek who was now glaring in her direction. “Don’t worry about him, he can’t say anything” you say, your eyes meeting that of the Twi’lek **** master who very much knew you are currently in great favour with Sabbo. It was interesting that the Hutt you are currently working for coincidentally owned the club you’d made your home base.

The dancer girl shyly stepped down off her table and pensively slipped herself onto the bench next to you, subconsciously covering herself with her arms almost immediately. Ironically enough, the girl’s nudity drew even less attention than when she’d been clothed as her dancing get-up had accentuated her features somewhat.

“What’s your name?” You ask in basic, hoping she spoke the language.

“Naya,” the girl replied, trying to make herself as small as possible.

“And how long have you been here?” You ask the girl, giving her a gentle smile even though she wasn’t looking at you.

“Two years,” she replied and here her French accent stood out. Given that, apparently, Twi’leks from Ryloth had French accents, you suspected she spoke her people’s own language.

“Would this be a more comfortable language to speak?” You ask the girl, slipping into Rylosian. Rylosian was a variant of the Twi'lek language that was entirely verbal, as opposed to their main language, Twi’leki which included gestures made with their Lekku. Knowing this, and that you had a Twi’lek crew member, you gave yourself knowledge of the language. Hopefully this won’t come back to bite you, considering Tanna is already suspicious of your powers.

Naya’s eyes lit up and her eyes snapped to yours. You could clearly see the delight shining behind them for what was likely the first time in a while.

“You speak Twi’leki?” She asked, her lekku wiggling in a pattern that could be loosely translated as ‘squeeee!’.

“I do indeed,” you reply, putting your arm around her shoulder. The girl subconsciously pressed herself into a little, almost forgetting her nudity for a moment.

“Is there something my **** can help you with?” Asked a male Twi’lek. You hadn’t noticed the **** master approach until he was standing at your booth but there he was. Naya pressed herself into you, hiding her nudity with your own body. You wrap an arm around her protectively in response.

“How much for the ****?” you ask, glaring the Twi’lek down. He was a pink skinned Twi’lek, like the one from Jabba’s palace in Return of the Jedi, and had his lekku over one shoulder.

The **** master gave you a toothy snarl, showing he had sharpened his teeth to fine points.

“For this piece of filter waste? Twelve peggats” The **** master spat.

“Have everything ready for when I am done here,” you say dismissively, turning your attention away from the **** master and taking a sip of your drink. The **** master glared at you for the disrespect but a quick nudge from your god powers had him turn and leave to facilitate the sale.

You look down at your new purchase and see Naya’s eyes looking up at you, shining with hope and looking like she was about to cry. You give her a gentle smile and wrap your other arm around her.

“I’m getting you out of here,” you tell her softly. Naya twisted herself around until she was pressing her full body into you, her knees on the bench and her head pressed into your shoulder as she began to sob, her lekku constantly moving in a pattern that translated as ‘thank you’.