Walk unseen. Be like a shadow. No one knows you, no one sees you. Asena must have repeated this mantra again and again, over a hundred times. On Nar Shaddaa, too much attention could get you killed, as could asking too many questions. She had to be smart about this, and prove to her master she was ready to progress as a Jedi. She had to prove herself as his padawan. That apparently meant keeping her head down and staying out of trouble. If she could traverse the cutthroat streets here, she could do it anywhere. But that meant keeping her saber firmly out of sight. Yamato had strictly forbidden her from using it, citing the recent tensions towards Jedi everywhere. If there was any sort of trouble, she had to use other methods as a solution. Apparently, not every problem could be solved with a lightsaber - who knew?
Still, the young nautolan groaned. It had been hours now and (honestly) Asena was losing track of time. She’d walked from one sector of the city to another, taking twists and turns just as her new master had mentioned. Sneaking off had seemed like a great idea at the time; she'd run down some leads and return to Yamato before he even knew a thing. She'd prove herself without even being asked.
That was the original plan, but how quickly things fall apart. There was no glitz and glamor here, she had basically made herself into a glorified errand girl.
Boring…Oh well. She better wrap this up quickly. Knowing her master, he'd be worried sick. One last location left and then she'd call it quits. Shocker, it was another seedy establishment. Nar Shaddaa, you’re getting a little too predictable.
Asena then stopped. Her progress paused. By what? She wasn’t certain; it felt like a tremor had just passed through her. It felt cold and oddly electrifying. What was that? And where was it coming from?
Subtly, she peaked about herself, natural curiosity getting the better of her. Perhaps she should try to track it? She’d never felt such sensation…No! Can’t afford to get distracted. Need to prove myself to Master Yamato.
Casting her hood further up and over, Asena hastened inside the club. Music reverberated all about her, with bodies colliding left and right. Lithe as she was, the nautolan slipped through without issue. The ground floor was of no interest to her; all the information brokers were upstairs, in the designated V.I.P areas.
In and out, that’s all she had to do and nothing was going to stop her. Not even the hulking Nikto bouncer baring her way. “Invitation only. Scram, ya brat.”
Huffing slightly, Asena motioned the guy to lean down, playing innocent as best she could. “Look, can you just pass on a message for me - pleeeeease?”
Thank the Force for her cyan blue eyes because, with a grumble, the Nikto did just that. He leaned down to her, expecting something simple and nothing else. Asena wasted no time in playing her favorite trump card; the good old Jedi mind trick. “I have an invitation. I can go right on up.”
She couldn’t help but grin when the bouncer parroted the words right back. With the music thumping and the strobing of lights, their little exchange was otherwise unnoticed. Or so Asena had thought…
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