An Assortment of aquatic life playfully and symbiotically fluttered by the wort bauble that made up a section of the guest quarters nestled in the bowels of Otoh Gunga. It was there a Sith Warlord would disguise himself as a Scientist with a singular purpose; to unlock the mysteries of the extract which was found on Naboo in abundance. He had been in the City, researching the Gungan way of life for nearly three days now and was impressed by the inconceivable bustle which lurked beneath the waves.
The morning sun glittered down through the surface and kissed the face of the Pau'an causing him to sneer. Typically dark in the deep, his comfort was ruined by its rays. With a fluidity and grace that could be found in the inhabitants of Naboo, the being known as Quejo flipped his hood over his cranium and tugged its edge down until it rested over his eyes. He had a long day ahead of him so he couldn't allow himself to become enthralled by the array of unique fauna just outside his transparent dwelling. With a sigh of discontent he spun on his heels and made for the door. As he waved his hand the membrane creased and opened up to the vastness of the underwater city. Corridors snaked out in front of him as he made a hard left, seeing a sign written in various languages, the most recognizable to him was Galactic Basic and it would direct him towards the city center.
As he approached the primitive research center, the skin on his neck developed a tickle that often times meant a Force Sensitive was nearby. With piqued interest he allowed the Force to ripple from his core like a ravenous seeker hound.
In a matter of seconds, his eyes shifted across the marketplace where Gungan banter and the smell of fish being sold on the streets were as strong as his senses. His fixed gaze landed on a balcony where he could see red eyes and a silhouette.
"Intriguing." Thought the Pau'an as he looked away, fully realizing that he was being stalked. He hated many things throughout the Galaxy but being hunted was somewhere near the top of his list.
Carrying on as normal, as if he were unnoticed, he went about his business and refrained from showing his hand too early. He would go on to spend the next few painstaking hours within the research center before making a triumphant return into the sightline of the floating red orbs.
"I knew it, still there," He thought as he avoided making eye contact and hoped to lure out the being that watched from a afar. Quejo walked over to the marketplace and pretended to peruse the goods, casually getting closer and closer to the balcony. His seemingly nonchalant attitude masked his hardened and relentless true self as his hands slipped into his robes and tinkered with the Lightsaber Hilts attached to his hips.
"Your move," He continued as he leaned down as if to take a long hard look at one of the items on the cart before him.
"Yousa buy, sir?" Questioned an eager Gungan salesman. While the inquiry was innocent on the surface, unbeknownst to him, it would strike a nerve with the Sith as the foolish native triggered not one but two of his pet peeves. He not only rushed but interrupted an important thought process.
Allowing only his eyes to shift upward, Quejo delivered a burning stare and oozed a sense of fear which made the annoying specimen gulp and croak a response.
"Mesa sorry sir, taken yousa time."
Quejo flashed a sarcastic smirk and looked back to the balcony but the silhouette was gone.
"Let the games begin." The Pau'an spoke, leaving the Gungan puzzled.
