Re: Miracles of the Gutretee and fixing the Alabak's Gold
Talking with Tera had eased Lyla's dark mood, and she'd enjoyed a long boozy lunch chatting with her friend, rather than a longer, more embarrassing exercise in simply boozing with strangers. Oh, she still wanted to party, but now she could save it for the night where it belonged, and not let these few hours of peace and freedom pass by in a beery blur. After a while, she left Tera to her research and slipped away to explore Neskroff.
Moving beyond the dull, well-defended spaceport and Rebel base areas, Lyla found a flourishing city. It had all been settled by refugees and political exiles of the Empire, so they were pretty open-minded too, though mostly human. They all operated mining, refining, processing, and manufacturing industries that turned minerals into starfighters – most of the Rebel fleet, she'd learned. And in support of all that, it had a very good service trade as well. Great. Lyla needed some pampering, something to erase the icky feeling of the torture chair, to have people work for her comfort and pleasure, not her discomfort and humiliation.
So Lyla whiled away the afternoon at a spa overlooking Neskroff Mesa and the endless dancing rainbows. She enjoyed a luxurious bath with bacta bubbles and eukamint oil that washed away the sand, crystal grit, and blaster grease of the last few days, leaving her bright orange and clean again. She had a manicure and pedicure, smoothing out work-worn nails. She'd told herself she didn't care for this nonsense, but it was part of the service, and had to admit to herself she like feeling like the glamorous, beautiful dancer, not the scruffy nerfherder. And she got an awful lot on credit for being a hero. She even got a massage from a handsome masseur, who eased the kinks and aches from her weary limbs, and stroked her tails from top to tip. After sharing her tale of how she'd saved Isis from obliteration and the people from imprisonment or flight, she'd earned her happy ending...
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Evening in the cantina, Lyla was radiant and golden, well oiled, and in a much better mood than when she'd started the day. She even had a clean shirt and cargo pants, tight and figure hugging. She was outlining plans for the expedition to the Alabak's Gold and the friendly Gutretee tribe. '...We're gonna need exact coordinates from that patrol, we can't afford to wander. The whole ecology is crystal: plants, animals, people. We can't forage or hunt food, so we have to rely on supplies... The crystal mountains refract light downwards, so it gets hot in the valleys. Remember Tatooine? We'll also need sunshade goggles against glare... We also won't have communications with Neskroff, so we can't get lost...' Lyla realised they'd probably have to take a landspeeder or speeder bikes – but then she lost all interest in the expedition. She wanted to walk, to survive, and to be alone. Simply driving out with all her friends just killed the appeal, took away the challenge.
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