“So Ms. Amersu, what do you want to drink.” “Do you have any 4 pre em Danthomirian spiced brandy. ” Amersu asked. “Indeed. Please have some.”At least I can have one drink. It could possibly be my last, at least under this name, Poy’Amersu thought. For she was not who she said she was. Her real name was Aayla Secura, and she was once a Jedi general in the clone wars. But that was a long time ago. After barely escaping with her life, she had been on the run from the newly formed empire. If only there was a way to somehow mask my appearance, she thought. She did not have the credits for reconstructive surgery, and no other easy option existed. No force techniques she was trained in did work on clones, as their minds were too strong. If she was seen by any and they recognized her, her clothing was not going to fool them for long. She drank, always watching the crowd.
She did not notice the two off duty clones in the booth across the room, and they proceeded to call in a strike team against her. The fight was short but brutal, ending in the deaths of all the clones and the unfortunate sod who ran the bar. “Blast. Another day ruined. And another long time spent finding smugglers to get me off planet,” she said. She kept running until the clones were lost, stealing new clothing along the way.
Eventually she came across the house of one she trusted and owed her many favors. A twi’lek smuggler named Bib’Dura. Opening the door and revealing herself to be a friend, she was let in. “Some situation you have gotten yourself into Aayla,” he said.”Can you help,” she responded. “Pay me twelve thousand credits and I can, and I suspect you might like what I have to say.” “Tell me,” Aayla said. “There is a fattening farm on Ryloth looking for new clients, and you could be among them. It is a place far away from civilization, and businessmen regularly browse looking for desirable wives. If that fails, you can become an employee. It could be the end of all your problems. The clone soldiers will certainly not recognize you.” “It would be nice to feel sexy for once and not be dealing with the crap I do ” Aayla said “Indeed. I can see you filling out nicely. And as we all know, a well rounded man needs a suitable wife. As for the credits,” Bib’Dura said. “Here they are” Aayla said, enthusiastically handing over twelve thousand credits in untraceable cash. “It will take some time to fabricate a new ID for you. Until then you are free to eat as you please at my expense.” “Thanks,” Aayla said, already fantasizing about eating as much food as possible and not her new life as a pampered woman.
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