[hr][hr][center][h1]Naat Reath[/h1][/center]
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[i]A better idea would not to deal with a Hutt.[/i]

Naat’s comprehension of other languages outside of Galactic Basic may have been rusty at best but she didn’t need to be fluent to get the gist of the conversation. Hutt’s were cunning devious manipulators at best and Naat had no interest in owing any favors to an overgrown slug with a power complex even if they were “independent”— especially considering what had happened the last time she had trusted a Hutt. 

Under her first master, Echuu Shen-Jon, Naat had seen firsthand what the effects of allowing a Hutt to intervene in your mission resulted in. The terminology that the less “virtuous” side of society called it was pretty apt— favors for favors; and that was exactly what happened. Jabba the Hutt had played the Jedi like fools and convinced them that the only way they were going to get timely information would be through his aid. It was only an ironic coincidence that benefited Jabba that his rival he wanted removed from power had aligned with the Separatists and their agenda. Naat still felt strongly about the issue despite it being one of the more brief moments of her early career as a Jedi Commander. But in the present she knew it was rather illogical to be picky given their current situation and the dangers that were stalking them not too far behind. 

But she still [i]wanted[/i] to find an alternative— preferably one without strings attached. There [i]had[/i] to be an option on Coruscant, a planet filled to the brim with opportunity and a vast sea of options no matter what walk of life you were from or what sector you lived in. She let a light sigh as she looked to answer Charuri’s comment.

“I don’t trust anything remotely involving a Hutt.” She stated, honestly. “There are too many strings attached— strings of favors, manipulation of information. If she knows we are Jedi she will betray us just to get extra credits in her account.”

She wasn’t sure if Charuri agreed with her if it was potentially possible in the window they had, but they had to [i]try[/i]. Indebting and trusting a Hutt was [i]suicide[/i].

“If we could get a quick change of clothes, get settled on any number of the transport ships leaving on the current date, and keep moving without manipulative aid it would result better for us. Though, there is the other optionable fact— if you can get me behind the console of a ship, I can pilot it.”

Naat took another breath out of nervousness.

“Anything is better than indebting ourselves to a Hutt.”