2008-10-03 - Tatooine Heat (II)

This gigantic hanger area comprises a series of loading stages and repair bays, scattered rather haphazardly inside the enormous dome. Many of them are sealed away by pillars and walls of plastoid, securing the privacy (and secrecy) of the goings-on there, and a bank of blast doors prevent easy passage into and out of them. Droids and engineers form an ever present stream of activity from one bay to the next; while crewmen and captains perhaps linger in the alcoves and offices attached to each.
One entire side of the hanger is open to the desert; the massive window providing room enough for several ships at once to queue for departure, though is it noticeable that rarely are there too many such ships in plain view. A command station looks down upon the hanger floor from a booth carved into the wall, and now and again the sound of a muffled speaker echoes instructions to the staging platforms. As such, it is not hard to imagine a quick take-off taking place in such a badly organised place; with or without permission from the command booth.
"Ho ho ho."
"HO HO HO HO HO!"
From the shadow of the Entrance Tunnel comes the laughing. Following the laughs slides Yoruba into the light from the setting suns of Tatooine.
A blue-skinned woman emerges from the same tunnel not long after, running for a bit to catch up to the Hutt. The Chiss says, "Excuse me, sir! Sorry to bother you, but would you know where I can find Yoruba the Hutt?"
The Hutt gives Teela a thorough visual inspection. After licking his lips, he says in Huttese, "even if I was not, I would say yes for a female as delicious looking as you. Ho ho ho. Come to the spaceport. My translator droid is waiting for us."
Teela is obviously not completely familiar with the language, but she catches enough words to get the gist of what was said and nods. "Alright."
The Hutt slides into the spaceport. A droid shuffles forward and bows to its master and then to Teela. Yoruba says in Huttese, "you have come to audition?"
The droid translates into Basic. "Master Yoruba bids you welcome and asks if you are here to audition?"
The dancer's blazing eyes widen and she ahs silently. "Oh, of course! Yes, I am here to audition." She gestures at her vessel, the Azure Majesty, with a thumb. "I have my dancing outfits with me. Shall I retrieve them?"
"Ho ho ho." Yoruba chuckles and replies in Huttese. "Yes, by all means retrieve your outfits. I will watch you change into each one of them here in front of me."
The droid translates. "My master says you should retrieve your outfits and requests that you change into them with him present."
Teela raises an eyebrow. "Out here in the spaceport?" Nevertheless, she pops back up to the shuttle and returns carrying a case. She opens it to show Yoruba. Within are several outfits ranging from something akin to a ballroom gown to one traditional metal bikini.
Yoruba gazes into the case and nods. "Ho ho ho. Yes, out here in the open. If you take the job, you will be performing in less in front of many more. Ho ho ho."
The droid translates. "My master affirms that he wishes you to change costumes here in the open. He must know if you are able to perform in such conditions."
Teela looks somewhat awkward. "Perhaps there has been a misunderstanding. I am not an exhibitionist." She closes the lid of the case.
"Ho ho ho." Yoruba chuckles and replies in Huttese. "I have ten thousand credits that say you are. Take off your clothes and dance for me here and I will reward you with ten thousand credits and a permanent place in my harem where you will be treated to untold delights!"
The droid translates into basic. "My master offers ten thousand credits and permanent employment if you will undress and perform here."
That's a lot of credits! It's evident on the woman's face that she's definitely never been offered this much to undress before. She regains her composure and shakes her head. "I'm sorry. I'm not looking for permanent employment here. I will perform for you, clothed, albeit minimally, but I am not seeking a place in your harem. I have work on other worlds as well."
Yoruba immediately loses interest. Sliding away, he dismisses Teela with a wave. "I don't think you're worth ten thousand credits anyway. Go back where you came from and take those <Huttese vulgarity> eyes with you."
The droid translates, "ah... my master thanks you for auditioning and wishes a safe journey home."
Teela bows to Yoruba as he moves away. "Good day. It was a pleasure meeting you, Yoruba." Smiling at having avoided degrading herself, the dancer heads back up to her ship.
Category:October 2008 RP Logs