Allure

Tatooine

TW: Rape/Non-Con

The warmth from the suns radiated on your skin. It had been a while since you'd seen sunlight since Starkiller was always in a state of darkness. The concept of days and nights seemed to be gaining familiarity as you breathed in the warm air. 

You'd managed an emergency landing of sorts not too far from what looked like a village. Needless to say, you were not a pilot. You quickened your steps towards the village as the transport caught fire. 

Hopefully a burning First Order transport wouldn't be too conspicuous. 

You made your way to some sort of rations bartering stand as the first step on your quest for answers. The only reason you had decided on Tatooine was because of the rumors that a Kenobi had once been here. It wasn't much to go on, but it was the only location that you had.

"Excuse me, do you have any information on the name Kenobi?" you politely asked the creature selling rations. The creature looked at you with its snake eyes. It was nothing like you'd ever seen before. And you were very well versed in the species of this galaxy.

"Kenobi? No, no. I don't know a Kenobi," the creature slithered, looking you up and down. You didn't know why but it irked you in your core.

"Oh, well thanks anyways," you replied thinking it was best to keep your distance from this creature.

"Now, that you mention it," the creature began as you turned back around, "I believe there is somebody in the Cantina that knows of this Kenobi you speak of. It's just right around the corner," it suggested.

"Thank you so much. You don't know what this means to me." And with that, you were off.

The Cantina. The Cantina ended up being some sort of bar/club thing. It was beautiful and lively, nothing like you've ever experienced before. You were used to the usual depression that fell over the First Order. But this, this was a cultural explosion.

The lighting was a dim bluish color and the music carried a lot of bass. You felt like you were walking into a dream of sorts. You made your way over to the bar in hopes to find this someone and maybe even get a drink.

Since the suns were almost down, the night life was beginning to buzz as creatures of all kinds slowly began flowing in. You took one of the empty seats and began looking over your options, all of which seemed fizzy.

"Can I buy you a drink?" an unfamiliar voice asked. You turned to see a very handsome gentleman taking the seat next to you. You took a moment to look him up and down before deciding that you were intrigued. 

"I guess I'll take you up on that offer. The name's [Y/N]," you replied with excitement filling your stomach. You'd never really flirted before, but you'd always loved the idea of it.

"Ashema, but you can call me Ash," his deep voice answered. Ash was something out of a dream. He was light skinned with dark hair to match. His hair was clean cut but had a line going through it. On his lobes he wore two diamond studded earrings and had black lined tattoo on both his arms.

"Two Bloody Rancors please," he told the bartender, returning his gaze back to you.

"So, what brings you to Tatooine?" he lead the conversation off with,"You're clearly not from here," he nodded to your clearly First Order manufactured clothing.

"Looking for answers," you replied taking a sip of your drink. Wow, this was alcoholic. Not that you would really know considering the First Order outlawed alcohol years ago. They were really a buzzkill the more you thought on it.