“Good luck GateKeepers. Gatewarden out.”
The holocomm flickered off and K’tana’s shoulders sagged. It was going to be a long few days in the Port. Her hand pressed to her forehead and she pulled it down her face until her cheek sat disfigured. Pulling her head back, her face sprang back to normal as she stretched her neck.
“Hey you! With the face!” the Twi’lek snapped at the driver of the transport “I told you to stop here, you karking kakface!”
The Arconan’s outburst caused the driver to slam the vehicle to a halt and stammer a list of apologies from his lips, as his eyes scowled at the woman’s brusque attitude. When she exited the transport, his first instinct was to speed away but she managed to waltz over to the drivers seat and lean through the window. A sickeningly-sweet smile spread over her lips as she dropped a small credit chip into his lap, wink and give his cheek a squeeze. His eyes drifted downward as she swayed down the alley away from him.
“Moron,” the Priestess whispered to herself as she rolled her eyes. The chip had been completely empty, but the male was too entranced with her rear to notice the con until he was long gone.
Looking over her shoulder and straightening the tight quicksilver dress, K’tana flickered her lekku over her shoulder and leaned against the wall. The vibroshiv was tucked into her kneehigh boot, another in her garter belt and yet another tightly taped to the inside of her bra. The lightsaber was left on her bedroll, Liera would keep it hidden and safe in the forest.
Suddenly, the violet woman caught a whiff of something that made her head spin. She glared at the ground before grabbing the dagger from her belt, spun and whipped it past crimson hair of a bright pink woman.
“Whoa! Holy Sithspit.” The dark olive eyes of the much younger woman were wide in horror and slight amusement as she pulled the blade from the wall. A long lock of bright red hair fell to the alley.
“You move, or you start getting all...fumey.” The bright emerald eyes of the Twi’lek flickered with anger as she lifted her knee and slipped the blade out of its holster. “The next blade goes between your eyes.”
The little Zeltron gave the Twi’lek a bored look and quickly flipped the dagger back towards its owner. They stood there with slightly upturned smirks as the gears in each woman’s head began to turn towards who would make the next move and if it would be violent.
“Are you my contact?” K’tana had grown bored and figured the blunt approach was best. Her lekku twitched and caused her to shiver as she slipped the boot knife back to where it belonged.
“I dunno. Are you from Kal-drogo or whatever?” the Zeltron asked and K’tana realized that the woman in front of her wasn’t a woman at all. She was thirteen at the oldest and just had a look of hard life experience written across her face which made her appear older than she was, even if only for a few moments. Knowing what kind of experiences caused that look, the Twi’lek heaved a resigned sigh and nodded.
“You got a name kid?” she asked, grabbing her other vibroshiv and slipping it back into her garter belt.
“Yeah, and it’s none of your business.”
‘Angry little Frangface.’ The Twi’lek smirked at the back of the girl’s hair and followed her down the alley into a small back door, where she began to chuckle.
“What are you giggling at?” Frangface asked indignantly.
“I just thought...that…” K’tana looked down at the young girl and shook her head, not really wanting to say it to a child, but really having as little impulse control as she did, she couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing again. “You’re making me come in the back door!”
She lost any cool she had and burst into a fit of hard giggles as the girl, once again, stared wide eyed at her.
“It’s...always...a back...door!” she said between laughing and gasping for breath. The Zeltron shook her head and opened the door, her hand slid up her face into her hair as she walked in. K’tana followed, using a hand to hold her ribs as she heaved breaths.
Slowly regaining her composure, the Twi’lek and the Zeltron walked through a long, dimly lit hallway and up a set of stairs. They passed several more doors before little Frangface stopped in front of one and waved at the Arconan to open it. K’tana took a deep breath and drew a blank look across her face as she threw open the door and walked in like she owned the place.
A fairly large amount of men in muscle showing tops and women in scant outfits sat around a large table. Most held, or sat next to, large blasters. In the center of the table, with a woman on each arm, was a large Humanoid man with thick, grey tattoos covering his arms and face. He wore no shirt and in large block letters across his chest he had the words “Evil Boy”. Beneath it was a crude depiction of a young, cartoony male with a giant phallus.
The Assassin took in the other males around the table, most were twice her size and she smirked to herself as they oogled her. Each one had the number “27” tattooed somewhere on their bicep. She counted them as she strode further into the room, not looking directly at any, other than Evil Boy.
“Well, well!” Evil Boy ran his hand over his bald head giving a lustful once over the Twi’lek’s body. “Well! Eh’mah bruddas, we got ourselves ‘nother ‘workin’ girl.”
The large man’s baritone voice filled the room with cruel laughter and the rest of the men followed suite. Some of the women dropped their gaze as they faked quiet snickers. K’tana didn’t drop her placid gaze from the man, but giggled inside as she watched his eyes.
Placing her hands on the top of the table, the Twi’lek gracefully hopped up and crawled like a Tooka across the table and laid her hands over the hulking man’s shoulders as his two hookers stared at her in hate and shock.
“You think I’m a whore-wanna be sweetface?” she asked with a slow smile as she slid her fingers up the mans neck, focusing on something altogether different and waiting for his answer.
“Vat da kark else would’ju be doing in here acting like dis, while wearing dat kak?” Evil Boy and his posse burst into laughter, but it was very short lived. As soon as the man reached forward and took a hold of one of her lekku, as men so often did, she threw a quick and violent spike of electricity from her hand into the side of his neck.
The man let out a pathetically high pitched shriek as K’tana rolled across the table and laid her hands on the next biggest man with a large grin on her lips. The second her hand made contact he froze in place, didn’t even dare to breathe. Little did he know that she didn’t need to touch him and just liked doing it for dramatic effect. She moved so she was sitting on the edge of the table and then plopped into the man’s lap, kicked her feet up and let her fingers caress the man’s cheek.
She took a moment to admire the creature whose lap she’d commandeered. He was a giant of a Human, or Humanoid- they all looked the same to her with their monochromatic shades of pink skin and bodies covered in hair- this particular man was no exception. He was a hairy beast of a man with a very thick long braid of hair that lay over the chair in which he was pressed into. She peered into the man’s brown eyes. his pupils had grown to nearly the side of his iris in shock and, perhaps, something else.
She gave him a small pat on the face as she turned to face the rest of the men in the room, her back pressing against the bulk of the man seated beneath her. He squirmed in discomfort, causing her to jam a sharpened fingernail into the side of his neck and release a tiny fragment of current from her, zapping him gently into being an unmoving throne.
“Oh hai boys! I’m Kata’lek.” the Twi’leks lilting voice filled the room that had been silenced to a deadly calm as Evil Boy whimpered like a child in his chair, his muscles convulsing. “ Hey FrangFace! Can you hear me out there?!”
The little Zeltron came into the room with a puzzled look on her face that quickly dropped as she saw the gang leader twitching in his seat, a look of sheer fury in his eyes as he sat struggling to regain control of his muscles.
“What the-” the girl started, getting rapidly cut off by a dangerous look from the Twi’lek before the older woman spoke again.
“I came here because I was under the impression that you dumbasses needed my help. More specifically, you requested covert operatives.” Her pleasant grin spread back over her lips as she once again took in the room, giving her man-chair a good pat on the face ”Welp, I’m your saving grace.”
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“Keep an’eye on that sneaky pose or I swear I will shoot you in both knees before I bother killing you.” Evil Boy scowled at his main man Hi-Tek, the man who happily stayed the Twi’lek schutta’s man-chair for nearly an hour as the men and the woman discussed the situation with the Gaga-Gang and the role the 27’s would play in usurping the territory back. A slight smirk touched the large man's lips as he stood remembering, until Evil Boy growled at him, then the smile flicked and was gone.
“Of course homie, you know I’ll make sure she doesn’t cause you anymore trouble.” Hi-Tek, knowing Evil Boy’s temper saluted the man with two fist bumps to his chest. Evil Boy rubbed his bald head and lifted his chin with a smirk.
“Alright Boys, let’s karkin do dis, take dis kak to da next karking level!” Evil Boy fist bumped his chest twice and the group of men all followed suit with a rowdy “YEHYEH!” filling the air as the Twi’lek watched them from a beam connecting the rooftops above them. A smile played on her lips as she leaped to the next roof and followed behind them from above.
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The plan was to enter the Gaga-Gang’s territory, make demands, then shoot the bastards anyways. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen quite as expected. The second the 27’s hit the Gaga’s territory, shots were fired. The Twi’lek, still perched upon a roof and a smile on her lips, kept watching. She heard her name yelled.
“Koekie! Koekie Donder!” Evil boy yelled the name he’d given K’tana. Cookie Thunder. It was a derogatory term for her womanhood, but the moment the Twi’lek found out what it meant, she thought it was cute and decided to make it hers. She’d told the boys before leaving that they may all call her ‘Koekie’ if they so chose.
As she thought of it, it was a minor slight and they should be allowed to keep it. She’d come into their home, dominated their leader with electroshock therapy and flipped their “women are weak” sexism on its head. Their behavior earned them a little something, and if it was basically giving her a slang nickname, she figured:‘Why not? They judged me by what’s between my legs. Let them always and forever remember that I still beat them.”
Her emerald eyes locked onto Evil Boy and his two thuggish body guards. One had been hit in the shoulder, the slug had blown the ball from the socket and the man’s arm now hung limp as he seemed to clutch it to his body, trying to keep the arm from hindering his movement. The other guard had a vapid stare as he looked up to the sky. A large melted wound charred the man’s face. His eyes were blackened and oozing as coiling smoke poured from the hole in his forehead.
K’tana smirked as she heard Evil Boy screaming for her as several more of his men went down. She watched the Gaga-Gang as she hopped more rooftops and slid down a trellis behind the dug in and mostly hidden rival gang. Approaching from the left, she slipped behind the closest person, pulled her favorite blade from her stocking and quickly slipped her blade into the vertebrae of his exposed back. He dropped with a grunt.
She slipped through a window, down a hall and spotted her next target. He was about to spot her so she ran right at him, propelled herself of the wall and drove the blade into the man’s throat. Tugging it out, which caused a crimson fountain to spray her, the Twi’lek kept her quick speed and lowered position as she slid to a low window. Peeking out, she made note of where several more thugs stood, shooting at the 27’s.
She smashed the window with a good kick and leapt out, running as fast as she possibly could to her next opponent. She crossed the alley and, when she was within several feet, her hand came up and let loose a bolt of electricity into the man’s face. He fell with a shriek and a gasp as she continued running towards the next of the Gaga-Gang members.
She heard a loud whoop as Hi-Tek watched her connect a flying dagger punch to her next target’s cheek. The blade glanced the man’s cheekbone and she hadn’t put enough strength behind the blow to break it. Her arm veered wide as she twisted mid air to regain her balance as she landed next to him. At the next moment the man, in an adrenaline fueled rage, backhanded the Twi’lek causing her to sprawl backwards and skid across the dirt.
Her blade stuck in the side of his face, blood oozing from the deep gash that exposed the muscle and sinew in the man’s jaw. No teeth were showing as the flap of skin had begun to swell. His rage fueled by the blood pouring down his throat made his faster, but the blood loss would slow him down fast enough.
He reached up and pulled the blade from his partially severed jaw muscles, eyes burning with pain and hatred. His head spun as he leveled his gun at the Twi’lek’s face. She, still dazed from the blow, weaved slightly as she forced herself to sit up. Her green eyes locked onto his as she wiped blood from her mouth and waited for an end that didn’t come.
A slug was fired and the large man went cross eyed as his forehead exploded in a mist of mixed red and gray. Brain and skull fragments splattered K’tana as she slowly got a grasp of reality again. She felt sick, but had been through worse. She stood up, pushing down the wave of nausea and smiled down at the man’s corpse before looking back up into the brown eyes of Hi-Tek who stood tall, a large pistol in his hand.
“Damn Koekie! You got vuil gaboosted sussie!” his strange words and thick accent made the Twi’lek smirk, having no idea what he said as he helped her to her feet.
“You’re damn right I do,” the Priestess said, taking his words as a compliment. She figured if it was an insult, she would hear the spite in his voice, and were it a compliment, then it wouldn’t matter. The look of admiration he had plastered over his face made her sure he was complimenting her.
Hi-Tek was still laughing as he guided the Twi’lek back to Evil Boy. He was now leaning up against a building and his two homies lay dead on either side of him. K’tana looked at the man laying on the ground, his bald head covered in blood splatter and dust. He coughed up several flecks of blood and wiped them on the back of his right hand.
The Priestess followed his left arm down to his hand and saw that a blaster shot had hit him just below the first knuckle of his middle finger. This impact had disintegrated the cartilage of the finger and the heat of the shot had fused his other knuckles together, leaving a mutilated deformity where once use to be his hand.
The violet woman smiled at him and knelt down, her hand playing against the skin down that worked its way behind the low cut V-shape of her dress. She slipped her fingers below the hem and pulled out her last knife. She played with it across her fingers before laying it flat in the palm of her hand.
“How many are left?” her voice was soft and smooth, like velvet rubbed the right way.
“How da kak should I know Koekie? I been here for half the fight. Ya’ gat most of dem girl?” although he asked her, Evil Boy’s eyes turned to Hi-Tek. The big man nodded once and cracked a small smirk.
“Do you think they’ll talk now?” the Twi’lek looked at Hi-Tek, since Evil Boy was distracted by the pain of his injuries. Hi-Tek looked down at her and grinned, he nodded his head and held his hand out to her, helping her to stand up.
“They might. Dis may be dangerous Koekie.” even as he said this, a large smile spread across his lips. K’tana noticed his pupils dilate in excitement and she grinned up at the bigger man feeling the tension of getting back into the fight start to reignite within her. The big man picked her up and set her on his shoulders.
“Okay. Good. Let’s do this.” The Twi’lek said trying not to laugh. “What do I say?”
His chuckle caused her to bounce on his shoulders and she readjusted so not to fall off. He said something in their language, but she could barely comprehend how to make her tongue work around the strange accent that went with the words. Thankfully, Hi-Tek had a loud booming voice.
“Oi! Bendelede, kan praat . Ek het iets goed vir jou!” K’tana laughed at how obscene it sounded, but it seemed to have worked. As they trekked down the large alley, a large handful of men stood up, weapons in hand, but pointed at the ground.
“Start talking Koekie, they won’t stay like dis for long.” Hi-Tek stopped walking about ten-feet away from the closest rival gangster.
“Who leads you?” she spoke slowly and folded her hands on the top of Hi-Tek’s head, laying her chin on the bridge of her fingers. Several men cocked their heads and looked at each other.
These types of gangs were primarily patriarchal in nature and having a woman talk to them while being carried by a large man as though he were some kind of beast of burden, was nearly insulting to them.
An angry looking little man popped his head up. The Twi’lek was unhappy with the fact that almost every being she’d seen had been Human, or at least mostly so. Human males could be so predictably unpredictable. This fluffy haired, fat, short little grease ball of a man slipped from behind his barricade with a grotesque scowl on his face.
“And just who the hell are you suppose to be?!” his language was simplistic, accentless. His clothes were fine and flashy. The Arconan tapped Hi-Tek on the shoulder and the man helped her down to the ground. She gave the large man a smile and a wink as she spun on her heel towards the little man.
“You may call me Koekie.” she sneered at the look of contempt that splashed across his face as she said her pseudonym. She had a list of things she wanted to say to him, but instead waited to see if he’d call out his Second in command or if he’d throw a jibe about her name instead.
“Well then, Koekie, I am Alejandro. You can call me Dro. Everyone does.” the man's’ demeanor had quickly changed from just slimy to slimy and overly dramatic. He bowed with a flashy movement of his arm, as though he were wearing an invisible cape and were trying to flourish his bow with it.
K’tana took on a dangerous smile as she flipped the blade she’d laid in her palm earlier, up into her fingers. She toyed with it, twirling it across her fingertips and flipping it into the air and catching it by the tip.
“And your second? Where is he?” she looked the small man dead in the eyes as she slowly licked her lips.
She could almost hear his breath catch as he watched her. The not-so-subtle movements of her hips as she tensed muscles in her legs, and the way her chest moved with each breath. She watched him unknowingly wipe the side of his mouth as he remembered how to breathe.
“He... You... Uh,” he tried to stammer out an answer, but failed. Her emerald eyes flickered over to the closest man who was watching her intently, not with lust, but with caution. She smiled kindly and inclined her head to the younger man.
“Homie’s dead. Your big broer shot ‘is face off.” the man shrugged and decided it was safer to look at the ground then at the smirking woman’s face. He wasn’t sure why, but he was feeling distraught now that she‘d made eye contact with him. The smile on her face didn’t help, neither did Dro’s sudden fascination with the alien woman.
“So, you’re all alone Dro?” K’tana said with a sorrowful tone in her voice. Her hand came up and pulled her lekku from behind her shoulder. She toyed with the length and tip of it as she watched the short man’s eyes grow large and he stumbled towards her a few feet. She glanced around quickly to the other men, watching their positions and their body language.
“Would you let me work by your side Dro-doll?” she said in a husky whisper, a smirk playing at the corners of her cheeks as she rolled the left lekku between her fingers, and flipped the dagger about with her right hand.
Dro’s eyes snapped awake and immediately fell to Hi-Tek and to the 27 tattoo’d on the man’s giant bicep. His eyes glazed back over into his scowl as he held a single hand up towards his men.
“What do you want girl?” his voice was low and threatening, K’tana knew that one misstep with her wording and the man would have his boys shoot them down.
“Silly man,” she said in a lilting giggle “I want the 27’s and the Gaga Gang to work for... me.”
The man’s face scrunched up dramatically and his hand almost dropped when the blade in her hand whipped from her grasp. A metallic flash caught the remaining light in the darkening alley, slight gasps echoed down the narrow path and a purple blur sped after the knife.
She pulled the blade from the man’s throat a quick spurt of blood gushing up over his face as he landed on his back. Dro choked and gurgled as he tried to speak causing the wound in his neck to push blood from his wound while pulling more into his lungs.
K’tana had already spun and held the dagger at the throat of the younger man she’d spoken to earlier. Her green eyes went dark as she leaned into the boy’s ear.
“Would you serve under me, little man? Or shall I find a new leader of your group who will?” her voice was low, hardly over a whisper, and dangerous. Like velvet rubbed the wrong way. Her blade pressed against the main artery of the man’s neck as she kissed behind his ear.
“You’ll find there are perks to working with me.” She felt the boy shiver and smiled as he dropped his gun. She looked up to the remaining men, most stood in shock but some leveled their blasters at her head. K’tana grabbed the boy by the shoulder, spun him to face her and pressed the tip of the blade between his ribs.
“This is where one of your lungs reside,” she smiled blandly as she pushed a little harder, barely piercing the skin, drawing a drop of blood. The boy shuddered again as a tear slipped from the corner of his eye. “You will tell them to drop their guns to the ground and exit the alley. They will do it now, or they will die. You, however, will die first.”
The boy threw his arms up and began screaming that the rest of the Gaga-Gang throw down their weapons and yelled out the rest of the violet woman’s instruction. Having seen some of what she was capable of, the men dropped their guns. All but one. He took aim and fired.
K’tana sensed that something was wrong before the man pulled the trigger. Her head spun and she locked eyes with the man seconds before the world slowed down around her. Her body moved on instinct, pushing the boy towards the middle of the alley as she used the momentum to slam backwards into the wall. The super heated plasma flew by a second later, cutting a hole through the air where K’tana had once been standing.
The, now angry, Priestess rolled under the next couple of shots as she ran towards the man. K’tana knew she could aim perfectly at this distance and take him out with a good throw, but she wanted to feel this one die under her hand. His next few shots went wide as she serpentined towards him at top speed.
A large cement barrier stood between them and K’tana ran up its face, leapt off the back and slammed her blade into the man’s collarbone. She twisted until she heard a pleasing snap. The Twi’lek sliced the blade from left to right, ripping open the man’s flesh. Her other hand punched into the wound and she grabbed him by the broken bone, a sick smile on her face as the man screamed in pain and horror.
“Alrighty then sweethearts!” the bloody handed woman said, twisting the man’s broken bone in his chest, causing him to shriek again. “Let me karking rephrase what was said: You WILL put down your weapons and surrender to the 27’s! And you will do it right frakking now!”
“Be good to do as she says.” the thunderous voice from the entrance of the alley finally piped up. K’tana had nearly forgotten about Hi-Tek standing there watching her, waiting. His easy smile still played across his lips as her raging voice echoed around the buildings.
When the reverberation has stopped all that was heard after was the clatter of weapons hitting the ground. Men came from both the inside of the alley and from insides buildings. There were more than K’tana realized, but she hadn’t been overly concerned. She knew, one way or another, that she would win this.
Walking out behind the Gaga-Gang, all of whom had their hands up, K’tana walked looking for pretty rocks on the ground. Finding nothing shiny enough to catch her attention, she turned to Hi-Tek who’d stood quietly smirking through the ordeal.
“Will Evil Boy cause me problems?” she asked quietly, her eyes moving to find the bald man leaning up against a far building on the opposite side of the street. His wound had been crudely bandaged up and he seemed to be weaving back and forth, despite using the wall to support him.
Hi-Tek grinned and nodded his head as he walked towards the 27’s leader. The big man smiled at Evil Boy and moved to shake the other man’s good hand. Instead he pulled out his hand-cannon and shot Evil Boy point blank in the face. The charred, smoking hole that was Evil Boy’s face drooped and the bald man collapsed to the floor.
Hi-Tek turned around, the barrel of his weapon smoking as he held it over his shoulder, a smile on his face as he looked at K’tana.
“Well darlin’, he won’t be a problem now,” his jovial laugh filled the air as several of the 27’s stared, wide eyed at him.
The Twi’lek scowled at the man, unsure of whether her trust in a man who could so easily turn on his leader. Her green eyes flickered as she felt a well of distrust flit from her core and down her arm. She pointed at the mans face, blue light dancing across her fingertips.
“Why would you betray him so quickly for me?” her voice was level and cool as she asked him, their eyes locked and his easy smile still on his face.
“Koekie! You may be in charge while you are here, but when you go…” he chuckled and closed his eyes momentarily as he shook his head, “You will be wantin’ me in charge, no?”
Her hand dropped and she smirked at the man’s boldness. She shook her head, but her smile remained.
“Perhaps you overestimate your usefulness to me?”
“Doubt that.” he grinned as he rubbed the side of his neck and shrugged his shoulders. “‘Sides, ain’t no one gonna be as loyal as I, not after what I watched you do.”
She smiled at him and patted his cheek. Hi-Tek’s much larger hand gently removed her violet flesh from his face, but held her hand for a moment before she pulled away to look at the misfit group.
“I need you to translate something for me.” she looked over the group of drug dealers, smugglers and pimps with pride. “Pick me up.”
He lifted her up onto his shoulders and whispered into his ear. He translated her words so that those with the strange language knew what she said, then she repeated it in Basic.
“My name is Koekie and you all now belong to me. 27’s, you work with blood. You kill for me, you enforce for me and you die for me. Gaga Gang, you are now the 28’s. You work for me at night and work the streets during that time.You are my smugglers and my dealers. You keep my nights under control and keep those who want our turf under control. You will have the backup of those like me, with skills and abilities you do not possess. You work for me, but I will protect you so long as you are loyal. Let your leaders lives not be wasted. I killed them for you. Should you take up arms against me, you will die. However, you will not die like them. Your deaths will be slow and memorable. You will learn to fear my visits, just as they will thrill you.”
She waited as the large man translated then slipped from Hi-Tek’s shoulders as he bellowed a diaphragm powered “YEYE!”
It was echoed with force and the Twi’lek laughed as her new minions threw their fists into the air.
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“Hi-Tek, what do they think I am?” her green eyes flashed for a moment as she looked over the desk in which she sat.
“Differs. Some, think you use heksery. Other’s think you a Jedi.” he shrugged his shoulders. “Only Evil Boy and I knew where da help was to come from. Da crew wasn’t told details.”
The Twi’lek’s eyes suddenly darted towards the door and her fist came up with a flash of blue light jutting towards the door. The door exploded into shards and standing a few feet back, covered with pieces of wood, was Frangface. The little Zeltron stood in shock, her hands frozen, open palmed, a foot in front of her body.
“Karking frazlat you little rodent!” K’tana spat as she threw a pen at the girl before leaping over the table and grabbing the girl by the nose. “What did you hear?!”
“I heard you're an evil Jedi Witch and you cast horrible spells like frakking lightning bolts!” the girl exploded from the mouth, babbling as fast as she could, her dark green eyes darting between the Twi’lek and the hulking man. She awaited her death with wide eyes.
The Priestess, instead, burst out laughing and let go of the child’s nose. She leaned over and kissed the girls forehead, still chuckling to herself.
“You go ahead and tell the gang that if they ask, okay sweetface?” her lilting laughter filled the room as she shook her head.
“Who said I was going to tell anyone anything?!” the girl snapped back, unhappy with being talked down to. Her dark eyes went from Hi-Tek to the violet woman who now stood stiffly, her shoulders back. Cool detachment filled the older woman’s eyes as she smiled cruelly down at the Zeltron.
“You will tell whatever I want you to, to whomever I tell you to.” The Priestess lifted a finger in front of the girl’s eyes, sparks dancing across the digit. “Unless you want to be the next victim of my evil-witchy spells.”
The girl stood stiffly, her eyes showing anger and fear as she held her tongue. K’tana smiled down at the mouthy kid and gave the girl’s cheek a pat.
“I like you kiddo, I want to make you useful to me. So I’ll make you a deal…” shaking her lekku over her shoulder and waiting for the girl to nod her head, K’tana stifled a snicker. “You act as my messenger and my scandalmonger. You spread the rumors I tell you to. That way it will keep any to-be rival gangs on their toes if they’re too fearful to act against me. And that, pretty girl, keeps you safe. Whadd’ya say Frangface?”
“Only if you give me a better nickname.” the Zeltron girl said, glaring up at the Twi’lek. “I refuse to be called whatever-face.”
K’tana burst out laughing as she nodded her head and choked out that the girl could even choose it.
“I pick Koek.” the girl smiled, her lovely face lighting up as K’tana faced her, a look of intrigue lighting up her eyes. “Cookie and Cake. Sounds sick, right?”
The two brightly hues females shared a smirk as they walked over the pieces of the shattered door back into the new Gang Leader’s room.