"A dragon! I saw a Krayt Dragon!"
"What? What is it now, Mother?"
An old human woman was raving like a lunatic next to a tall, muscular blonde-haired man in front of a small shack next to a random cantina in Mos Espa. One of the main Starports on Tatooine.
"It was as big as a mountain and just as brown! It swam right over the dunes!"
"Krayt dragons now, huh? Please, Mother. If you keep up this bantha poodoo, everyone's gonna think you're crazy. And I've got better things to do than listen to your fantasies!"
"You'll see! It was a Krayt Dragon! It'll kill us all and then you'll believe me!"
Their voices were drowned out in the sea of other people. However, Jedi have sensitive ears… Assuming that they actually have 'ears' in the first place.
Daesha had pointy purple nubs and her Master, Jedi Knight Kikha Cyrondax just had long blue tendrils that reached down in front of her chest. The two of them were wearing 'discreet' brown cloaks, with hoods over their heads and even the tunics were hidden completely. At most, their black and brown boots were still visible as they walked down the dusty, crowded street.
"A Krayt Dragon… Do you think she really saw one, Master?"
"She believes she did." The Nautolan woman looked over with her big solid-black eyes and sighed, "However, Force Sensitives without training often have visions they can't control or understand."
"She's a Force Sensitive?"
"It's not that uncommon. The Jedi cannot find every child with potential in the entire Galaxy. Oftentimes, they go unnoticed until they're too old to be accepted."
"Like me." Daesha smiled wryly as she looked up at the much taller woman.
"Not many Jedi are willing to go against the rules and traditions. But I've never regretted my decision that day. The Force guided me to you and now, it has guided us back here once again. Perhaps there is another child in this city who needs our aid?"
"Yeah." The purple Twi'lek nodded and looked around at the busy marketplace they were walking past. There were Tuskens with their scary masks and pointy sticks on their backs. Some Rodian Bounty Hunters, with their relatively bug-like inhuman features. Tall and strong Twi'lek men with green or brown skin, looking like bodyguards for a human woman in a fancy blue dress. Most people were just dressed in simply brown, gray or black clothes that didn't really stand out in any way. Dried, cracked skin was a common feature for most races. There were no other Nautolans than her Master, because they really couldn't survive on Tatooine for very long.
"Maybe we should go to a cantina to look for news and have a meal?" Daesha asked the frowning woman, "At least, we shouldn't stay outside under the suns…"
"Perhaps you're right." Kikha chuckled and stopped looking over at that little human boy, following her Padawan to a relatively 'quaint' tavern. The moment they entered inside, they could hear the loud, blaring live music coming from across the room. On the stage were a few half-naked Twi'lek girls who were dancing erotically…
"Umm, maybe we should pick a different cantina?"
"Daesha, you need to learn to tune out such distractions." The blue girl shook her head and wiggled her tentacles in front of her chest as she walked over to the bar, sitting down on an empty stool. The 'little girl' followed closely behind and sat to her Master's right. Trying to ignore the green Rodian woman to her right, who was making out with a handsome blue-skinned Chiss man with solid red eyes. She moved closer to Kikha to avoid being touched by those nasty groping blue hands or that woman's exposed back.
"You two want to sit somewhere else." Kikha spoke towards the horny 'couple' and they both got up out of their seats, still making out with each other, but heading towards the bathroom door…
"Ew." Daesha gagged, "Umm, sorry Master."
"You're a Padawan now, not a Youngling. Don't be afraid to use the Force when necessary to avoid conflicts or 'solve' them more efficiently and effectively."
"Yes, Master."
"Excuse me, we would like two glasses of water, please."
"Ah, the Tatooine Special, hahaha~! Comin right up!" The Devaronian bartender had reddish-brown skin, yellowed teeth, a bald head with two big black horns sticking up out of his skull. There were also pointed ears, a particularly large nose and orange irises.
"Ah, a Nautolan! Don't see many of your kind around here! You come here for business or pleasure?"
"We're here in search of knowledge!"
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