While back on Tatoonie at the Oola Hotel owned by Gardulla the Elder, a small greenish-brown alien, carried a small cane at his side to support his 70-centimeter frame, ease his way into the very crowd hotel restaurant, with every riff-raft doing their business and the majority belong to the Besideii Kajidic, which Gardulla was the boss.
He spotted a friend and fellow senator from Rodia, with several Radian bounty hunters with him. Walking right up to the table to say with wonder “Ah, Senator Onaconda Farr, what brings you to Tatoonie?”
The blue bug like alien, with large wide black eyes and spoked from his tiny bug mouth “The racers of course! But tell me, why is the Jedi Grand Master and head of the Jedi High Council, being in an everment like this? Mum . . . Yoda!”
“Whyyyyy . . . the racers of course” Yoda said with a jest, knowing both of them B.S., each other and the real reason had to do with the sex tapes floating throughout the republic.
“Mummm . . . alone, how is Anakin Skywalker, is doing? Heard he still taking the lost of my adopted niece to heart” Ona replied to the small wise alien in a nice way, why he is really here.
“Fine, the general is out on a mission at the moment, yet said he would meet up with me, later” Yoda replied to the Radian that he fully understands “How is Ruwee Naberrie doing after the lost of his daughter? Hadn’t seen he much, due for the war?”
“My old friend is doing well, and you know, to adjust in time to everything. Yet his daughter Sola, worries me dearly. Like she is wondering about everywhere, searching her soul for her sister spirit.”
Yoda didn’t move his head, yet his large eyes scanned the room to acknowledge the Radian saying of seeing Sola Naberrie, dressed in a skimpy outfit and waiting on tables, serving drinks and spices to the customers “I see about the wondering spirit!”
Yoda quickly took a seat, with the Radian’s and called Sola over, loudly and firms “Waitress comes here now and serve me!” Sola came to be shock of seeing the Jedi Gand Master, sitting with her uncle, who she knew about being here, but not him “Yes, what will be your poison, Sir?”
“I desire a private room to be served with a lap dance” Yoda with a smile tossing a bag full of republic credits un took the wooden table “and I desire you!”
“I, I . . . IIIIIIIIIIII” Sola was lost for words of him saying with a laugh now as she looked toward to Uncle Ona for advice, to nod his head slightly to take the bag and go to inform the Jedi in what she knows “IIIIII . . . guesses so?”
“What the problem here” Sola boss, came over to see, why she not working “back to work, Whore!”
Yoda held Far, arm to hold him back and not slay this brute of an alien “She is working and I just pay for a room and a lap dance.”
The ugly alien with deep scars across his face, picked up Yoda, bag to see it was full of republic clients “We don’t take republic clients here in the frontier, this is Hutt turf and their credits are only use!”
Yoda’s wave his small three-finger hand to use his powerful Jedi mind control “I will take this, because now I have more credits then before.”
The brute mumbles out loud “I will take this, because now I have more credits then before . . . Whore, why is you still standing here and take the little man to the backrooms.”
Wed Jun 30 16:00:18 2010