The cantina Al Sabua Nitine (SAW-bwa NEE-teen) boasted the largest clientelle, the best entertainment, and the biggest bar and most seating in the city. The residents probably thought it a real classy joint, but to Kira'yya, it looked dingy and ugly compared to the simple but elegantly beautiful architecture of the palacial dance hall on Ryloth where she had trained.

She sat submissively by the back entrance, her ankle fettered to the wall to keep her from running away, wearing the traditional Twi'lek veil of sheer gauze, although they were black and more scanty than Kira would have liked. Her lekku hung freely and unadorned about her shoulders, occassionally moving sonorously as she murmured quiet reassurrances to herself.

The back door was open to an alleyway, and Kira easily heard the hiss of a lightsaber opening and its subsequent humming. Hope thrilled through her, and, glancing around to be sure none of the troupe was about, she stood in the doorway and looked out, seeing a furry alien with a lightsaber and a human, who appeared to be saluting the Jedi, at the far end of the alley.

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