And Two for Tea (Baba Yaga)

[Rhyn Fosh]

Kaz walked the through the milling crowds on what was the biggest, and really the only spaceport on Yanibar. A treacherous world that caught the short stick for everything. Winters too cold, summers too hot, existence here sucked more then a two credit schutta looking for more spice. But Kaz admired the people here that had eked their meager existence and even begun to prosper.

Kaz had originally come to the almost barren rock at the arse end of the galaxy looking for the Zeison Sha practitioners. He believed that even just a small amount of training from them could grant him better understanding of the force and his purpose within the galaxy, not to mention that it'd better equip him for hunting prey.

He sauntered into the dimly lit Cantina, the cool air a shocking contrast to the dry arid heat outside. He hadn't had luck in finding the practitioners, though that didn't surprise him, they had no love for Jedi, and though he had received Jedi training he himself was not technically a Jedi though convincing them of that would be difficult.

Kaz walked to the bar and ordered some kind of world brewed swill of grain alcohol. The concoction was thick as gruel and mostly protein based, it was almost a meal combine with beer. After the first few drinks it started to go down easier and lost its foul taste, for the most part. He took his rink and sat at an open table. He had an inclination through the Force that now was the when and here was the where, the why would follow shortly.

[Poludnica]

Theme

An elegant, tightly gathered crimson bun pivoted first to the left, then back towards the right as the dainty woman considered her options, her brows frowning in deep thought. She was intimately familiar with many sleazy bars and dark holes, and knew which ones to avoid. Having spent innumerable months as a mercenary , Anushka had a good nose for picking out the shady places. And instincts told her this murky cantina was a terrible, little place. That damn tea...

For a long moment, she seriously considered just turning back.... But while returning to Raltir, nibbling on stuffed birds and sipping on good drinks sounded near heavenly, the girl remembered her current state of credits, or rather, lack thereof and second guessed herself. The original intention was to find the contact, get the needed information and crawl into bed upon returning to a cheap little hotel. Had Ana known she’d be forced to wait in such place, surrounded by force users no less, the former Jedi would have taken that stupid Hapan up on her offer to help. Sadly, it was too late to go back right now.

The human walked toward the bar with counter so sticky it could serve as the best glue. She wasn't brave enough to order anything to eat and just took the strongest alcohol that could be found on this arid rock. Anushka disliked sun, disliked heat but above all hated backwater yokels. An unpleasant memory of Tatooine resurfaced and Ana winced.

Quickly, she scooped her drink and sat down at a nearest free table, ready to forget herself in a nice dosage of booze when a strange feeling of growing discomfort her stopped her. Anushka blinked, hazel eyes seeking the disturbance, a flicker in the Force that pulled at her senses....There it was...First thing Ana noticed was a colorful curtain of hair, certainly not natural for a Mirialan. It reminded her of a paradise bird from some jungle planet.

Hm... Other force users were not uncommon, certainly not here but in majority of cases it meant troubles. Especially for a thief like her. Ana pushed a strand of fiery, dyed hair from her cheek and returned to the drink, pretending not to notice anything, though from time to time her honey streaked eyes would dart toward the green-skinned male.

[Rhyn Fosh]

The why walked through the door, Kaz could sense it in the force, the it being her, her being a fiery red headed human, or near human, female. He watched her surreptitiously as she went and ordered a strong drink from the bar.

Kaz watched her small figure, hips swaying in a way the was undeniably feminine, as she approached a table that was unoccupied. he cast his glance aside as she scanned the room hiding his eyes from hers, but the brush of the Force told him two things, she was a force user herself, and she was searching for something.

Kaz stood up and downed the rest of his granulated alcohol and headed to the bar, watching her out of the side of his eye as he placed an order for another drink. After receiving his drink he through caution to the wind and instead of heading to his former table he headed to hers.

The Force had led him here, and his master had instructed him to listen when the Force pulled him in directions. The Force was pulling him very strongly towards her, he could feel that he was here for this purpose, even though he didn't know what that purpose was. He now had the where, when, and the who, soon would be the why.

"Exscuse me," Kaz said gazing down at the lithe figure seated in front of him, "Do you mind if I sit here?" He proceeded to seat himself without waiting for her response and winked across the table at her. "You need me, yes?"

[Poludnica]

The fact he moved didn't escape her. With a corner of her eye, Anushka followed the male, catching herself on thinking how gracefully he walked. Well trained, for sure. A Jedi? Part of the local weirdos Force users? She didn't sense anything dark about him. The Force around him was dim, just like hers. No, not a Jedi, at least not one that steps the path of light. Her muscles coiled and hazel eyes narrowed when the Mirialan sat down, without even waiting for an answer but Ana didn't try to stop him. Only smiled impishly, putting down the drink. ”That has to be the worst pick up line I heard in a while.” The thief intoned sharply. Fishing into her pocket, Ana produced a small, silvery compact which she clicked open and retrieved a slender cigarette from.

Anushka had to admit that as unexpected and possibly dangerous the Mirialan's presence could be, it was certainly proving to be an entertaining distraction; perhaps the night would not be as dull as she had anticipated without the contact showing up.

Clicking at her lighter with elegant fingertips, the red haired human held the flame up to the cigarette and drew delicately at the tip, coaxing the soothing smoke into her lungs, leaving crimson marks of a lipstick on it. Closing her eyes, Anushka exhaled slowly, taking the cig daintily between her digits. Tendrils of smoke slipped past slightly parted rosy lips to curl lazily upwards, towards the softly glowing light overhead.

She delicately held open her designer, stolen of course, cigarette case, offering one of the pale stalks to the male. ”But you are handsome enough to deserve a chance.”” Ana told him coolly, looking at nice, chiseled features. The man could be her age, maybe younger a bit, maybe older. The thief spread her senses and tried to telepathically reach to his mind, reading intentions. It was the only skill in terms of Force using she could boast to be better than in most knights of her age.

The why walked through the door, Kaz could sense it in the force, the it being her, her being a fiery red headed human, or near human, female. He watched her surreptitiously as she went and ordered a strong drink from the bar.

”Why do I need you?”

[Rhyn Fosh]

Kaz smiled at the small woman's comment. Cantina's were known for desperate people looking to use liquor for loosening up lips and legs. However that was not his intent this trip. Though her lithe frame did strike his fancy, maybe there would be some added fun with this, though he didn't put much in that. The force had never led him to a booty call, there was something bigger at stake.

He watched as she pulled a slender, glistening case from her bag, and then proceeded to offer him one of the fancy cigarettes within. Kaz waived it aside nonchalantly, he didn't smoke but there was something appealing in the way the smoke drifted in twisting, almost hypnotic spiral from her soft lips.

Her appraisal of Kaz's feature brought some color to his ears as she studied him. He felt her reaching out to him through the force probing his defenses and reading his intentions. His blushed increased slightly more as he knew he didn't have time to put any kind of mental barriers up, and with how softly the touch came to him he knew that she would have cast aside any defenses he had anyways.

Her question, seemed expectant, as though Kaz held her answer and he was confused momentarily. The Force told him it was here and now, and her, but she didn't offer up the why yet. "I was hoping you could tell me that. I know I am meant to meet you, and that you need me, but I do not know anything else." Kaz gazed across the table at her, trying to catch her vibrant eyes with his own dark ones.

[Poludnica]

The woman leaned back, taking the case away with a gentle, elegant shrug. The cigarettes vanished as quickly as they appeared, like in a parlour trick. She met the man's gaze, slightly surprised. He had little defenses but also nothing to hide. As hilarious as it sounded in such cantina, his intentions seemed to be pure and honest. There was a lingering attraction, but nothing that would raise the red flags. Anushka relaxed, leaning slightly forward. He had a nice smile.

In a dim, almost intimate light it was hard to notice anything, though for a moment Ana thought a tone to his skin changed. Or maybe it was a ruse of capricious lanterns. Huh...”Now, who would tell you such thing?” Anushka asked curiously. She didn't believe there was anyone with ties to her past, not on this forsaken rock. Unless...Her eyes flickered to the side, no one else could be called force sensitive in this sleazy bar, maybe that was what had drown the Mirialan? He had an air of stern control about him, one a Jedi could have and yet his aura was not touching the light.

”Please don't tell me the Force showed you this way, it can be a real b*tch.” Anushka said with a faint, sad smile. Her old master would constantly do it. Listen to the Force, it will guide you.” Like hell it did...If that had been the case, the stupid Torguta wouldn't have ended up drinking himself to death in some filthy, Coruscant slum.

With a small gesture Ana dropped ash on the floor. Force only knew this was one of the best things this cantina had seen recently. She leaned back in a chair, making it haphazardly balance on two legs and puffed few circles of smoke into the air above. They swirled there for a moment before being swallowed by the thick, hot air.

”So what do you expect me to tell you?” She said, stretching lazily like a spoiled feline.