Amnesia dust to the face - Who am I, where am I?

[Sierrien]

This wasn't the kind of place that a jedi would usually be found - at least that was true if someone else hadn't brainwashed them - yet tonight the patrons of this particular seedy cantina were in for a treat. Of course, it was highly likely that most or all of them wouldn't know that it was a jedi that was about to take the stage, or that she was only sixteen. To be fair she looked older than she was, and it was hard to tell a Jedi by their looks. Who could blame them for simply watching what they had come here to see?

The lights dimmed in most areas of the cantina, but grew brighter on the stage as the main attraction started. The live band started up a raunchy little number as Aluae stepped up on to the stage. She wasn't wearing her normal attire, much to the delight of everyone present, and none of them seemed to mind the vacant look in her eyes. Considering her somewhat revealing dancers outfit - the kind seen all throughout the Galaxy, really - it was no surprise that they all had missed it. There were better things to watch as she started to dance to the rhythm of the music being played for her.

As she danced, her mind remained cloudy and compliant to simply do what she had been told to do. And what she had been told to do was dance. She hadn't been a dancer for long, yet thanks to a certain Togrutan she seemed to have learned how to dance somewhere along the way. Bits and pieces of clothing were discarded as she danced; she had of course started with less skin showing than normal and would start with taking that off. It was the age old game, tease and tease some more without actually showing anything unless the patrons started dropping some serious credits. She took her cues from the music, and so far she was being cued to leave most of the outfit on, much to the chagrin of most of the men present. A few pulled out their wallets; perhaps it wouldn't stay that way for long.

 

[Gaja]

There was no other way to say it. It was a crazy and exciting time. Well in general as much as he got used to living this kind of life every now and again Guhoo stopped and thought about how ridiculous and crazy his life would seem to someone who was your average Joe, and had an 9-5, or 7-3, job. He was a guy who at one point in time, inside the Jedi Order, was thought to be next in line to become Grand Master. Life long force user, member of the Jedi Order since before he could walk really, comes from a known family of Corelian Jedi, prodigy when it comes to combat...

And the results followed, quickly advancing through the ranks as one of the pillars of the Order Guhoo Armstrong held the position of Battle Master once upon a time. During the war ten years ago he was the general to look out for, but he'd been brought in way to late to make any kind of difference, alone, and in the end it didn't matter because the end result was the same. His name though remained, and was remembered, as he was also the Supreme Commander of the Alliance armed forces at the very end of the war, as the former SC went missing.

But that was a long time ago, and the war tested veteran was that man no more. Now he was someone else, if he had to use those words. He didn't mean that he wasn't the same person but looking back it was a bit difficult to believe some of the things he'd done and seen. Not that he was much different these days really. Still one of the most powerful and dangerous force users around the man decided to come back and give the Jedi Order another try...

That didn't quite the way he imagined either.

Coming to Endor he saw his old friend Larik injured, after a massive fight had broken out over some allegations or another. He was glad he got to see some of the people, but the meeting was not a very long one. Rather they exchanged numbers and agreed to meet soon on a different planet. Until then they were to go in to hiding once again...

And that was how he found himself here. With nowhere else to be the man sought out no planet in particular, letting his intuition, of the force, lead him until the call came. It was time to see if the Jedi Order had a future or not, and if Guhoo would be part of it again. For the man that was once regarded as the single best duelist of the order had grown, and matured. He had ambitions and ideals of his own, and knew that a clash with the Sith Order was innevitable and that if the Jedi wished to avoid that his time as a Jedi would be quite short.

It wasn't that he sought out conflict, but this one there was no avoiding. The Empress was a monster, a being in a league of her own on many levels, and if victory was to be achieved there would have to be people who could take her on as well as the Darths on her Council. Guhoo Armstrong knew full well that he was one such man. Whether as a Jedi, or maybe a Rebel when it came time for this war to end one way or another he would find himself in it. He knew that, in his soul.

Theme​

Tonight however was not a night of such epic proportions or destiny. Tonight the man who sought a greater understanding of the force and growth like few others simply blended in. His outfit made him look like one of the many spacers who passed through the galaxy these days, maybe a smuggler, maybe a bounty hunter? No one could tell and that was why he dressed that way. Also it was damn comfy.

A black winter cap held his wild long hair in place and served as a bit of a disguise as the bearded fellow found another cantina to pass the time. One could meditate for hours upon hours but every now and then even he enjoyed just going out and spending time among people who weren't, the, force.

Obviously muscular despite the clothing he had on the man took a seat at the bar as the lights dimmed and a show of some kind got underway. While he waited on the bartender to get to him Guhoo didn't have much else to do but to take a look at what this show was, and as a young white haired girl walked out the howling and whistling started. Some cheered, other simply commented among their groups.

The Corellian did neither, simply looking on and noting that some things didn't change. Places like this always had young and attractive women, be they singers, be they dancers or be they waitresses. Had to draw the customers in somehow he supposed, though the thing that got him to like a certain place was usually the food...

Not exactly wise and profound in that regard Guhoo was a practical man, preferring to leave the people to their cheering and show but as the seconds ticked away he found himself looking away, and then back at the stage. It wasn't so much that he wanted to ogle at the pretty dancer, she was pretty though, it was this weird little feeling he got from her...

Vacant eyes in a manner that seemed mechanical almost were one thing, but there was also something else...

[OOC: You can all blame Raif for my choice in music for this one.]

 

[Sierrien]

It had been some time since the meeting on top of the derelict death star; lots had changed with the Order in that time regardless. Aluae had taken on a master finally, seemingly having attracted a few eyes just by being respectful during that meeting. It was kind of odd to think that someone being respectful at a meeting of Jedi would seem out of place, yet it had been the case. She had made a couple of new friends as well, even if one of them was a somewhat questionable master of indeterminate age who used crazy powerful abilities and had been a former Sith. Those were the best kinds of friends, right? When she had left that meeting, she had been a bit exhausted from trying to heal Larik Novan yet still in control of her mind. Somewhere between then and now, however, things had changed.

The rhythm of the music gave a subtle change as money was being placed on to the bar, and the mindless teenager's dancing changed accordingly. The sleeves she had been wearing had already come off; now in response to the tempo change the long boots she had been wearing were next. They were made to come off quickly, but that didn't mean they would. She had somehow become an expert at leading people on with her dancing, and that's just what she did. Her motions were smooth and practiced, and actually almost looked like some kind of training exercise that had been converted in to a dance. The practiced, fluid steps of a makashi user were subtly present within it as well as a few of the poses she might use in a fight. The hints were all around for someone with a practiced eye to see.

That came to an end for a few moments as she dropped to one knee, one long smooth leg stretched out so she could get ahold of a boot and then pull it off slowly. It was tossed away and she did a spin before pulling the other boot off in a similar fashion, though now she was sitting on the ground. It was almost a wonder how someone could do a dance like this while their eyes had such a vacant look in them; surely it should be taking some form of concentration to do this. Something was at play there, and there was even some flashes of motion over her face. Usually it was a fault in her smile, a few times her eyes would close for a few moments before opening as bits and fragments of images ran through her mind. Some kind of meeting, a group of youngsters her own age, and then some kind of glowing stick. They were disjointed, not making any sense to her, and they made her head hurt. At the moment, she just wanted them to go away.

Her slow removal of clothing was really working the crowd, which wasn't very surprising. Males were by and large pretty easy to lead on and entice, and therefore easy to get to empty their wallets on to the stage. They weren't even buying drinks with it, they were simply buying the removal of clothing. It was more than a little bit idiotic to pay money and get practically nothing in return, but that was the name of the business. And Aluae was playing it well. The tempo of the music changed again, and Aluae was back up on to her feet and dancing fluidly, her body and arms swirling through some complicated gestures that somehow ended with her outer shirt being off of her and in her hands, before being tossed to the side. Yet it was a dancing outfit - she actually had three shirts on, each showing slightly more flesh. All the more to tease the men with, and to make them empty their pockets. Such a blatant scam, but oh so very effective.

All the while, her mind was too preoccupied with nothing to keep her force sensitivity cloaked, and that might just be what he was sensing when he looked at her. It was still partially hidden, an automatic response she had trained in to her mind, but it was an improper job that left it detectable by those whose force senses were keen enough, and those who happened to be looking for it.