07-08-2018, 05:52 PM
Tak'iali nods nobly. The girl is a Prime, that much she could tell by her Trail. A new one, fresh from the fountain. She seems scared, lonely, isolated, as many Primes are when they are first abducted. Tak'iali is nervous, though she refuses to show it. She is scared of Primes, with their fantastical powers and their immortality. She wonders what her father, the crime boss Jorax the Hutt would do.
Tak'iali smiles warmly down at the girl, but her eyes glint with evil intentions.
"Yes, the Omniverse is very strange. That's why we stick together," she say kindly. She lifts her petticoat just an inch or two, showing her gastropod poking out where her ankles should be. "The uh," Tak'iali fumbles over the word; 'Slug' is something of a racial slur to her. "Slug-people, we stick together. We have a lot of enemies here in this world. They would kill us if they could," she warns.
"Do you have someplace to stay?"
Tak'iali smiles warmly down at the girl, but her eyes glint with evil intentions.
"Yes, the Omniverse is very strange. That's why we stick together," she say kindly. She lifts her petticoat just an inch or two, showing her gastropod poking out where her ankles should be. "The uh," Tak'iali fumbles over the word; 'Slug' is something of a racial slur to her. "Slug-people, we stick together. We have a lot of enemies here in this world. They would kill us if they could," she warns.
"Do you have someplace to stay?"