“Father, you have been to Nar Shaddaa before, what can we expect?” the young woman says to her much larger and rounder father. He was seated at a table enjoying a meal and casually feeding scraps to his tuk’ata pet, Boo-boo.
“It is a cess-pit pretending to be a city run by animals pretending to be civilized. If not for the Hutts wealth I would have the eye sore obliterated. The stench alone has my bones aching,” Darth Xevious says in taut reply.
His daughter looked around at the other guests enjoying their meals in the large galley. She says, “I have never seen so many… aliens. They come in so many interesting varieties.”
“Vermin take many shapes to survive,” her father replies.
“Of course, father,” she says nuzzling the pet with affection. “Still I am looking forward to seeing it all, thank you for allowing us to accompany you.”
“Of course, my little cherub, it would do well for you to see just how the Empire operates and just how dangerous our enemies really are,” he says with a fatherly smile.