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Dai Dai is almost seduced by a particularly pretty Twi'lek, who need only bat her eyelashes at him once to cast her dark spell. He is saved from the curse of love (;)) by a Gungan, and while the alien looks rough around the edges, Dai Dai decides that that is exactly what this place would attract. 

Dai Dai questions the aliens' motivations, but ultimately, lacking master V'raars powerful guidance, decides to ignore caution and trust the Gungan based on nothing more than the fact that he finds Gungans to be friendly people, if a bit strange. He senses the presence of a force user nearby, however the cantina is simply too busy to be penetrated by normal Zabrak eyes -- and so, he follows the Gungan into a room.

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Dai Dai looked around in amazement; while him and master V’raar had attended many diplomatical parties and celebrations over the years, and even a few cantina’s here and there when the need for information was high, they had never been to a place quite as shabby as this. Indeed, calling this a “place” was about as far as one could get. It was dilapidated, that was for sure, but it called itself a cantina and served drinks and food, then Dai Dai wasn’t going to argue. In fact, he was more than happy to glance around a few times at the more interesting characters; his eyes even lingering on a particularly attractive Twi’lek, who dragged her fingers over his shoulder, staring at him seductively, before laughing and continuing on her path towards the exit. Had Dai Dai stayed on Iridonia with his parents, and entered the same lifestyle as them, he might’ve gotten used to these things, but as a Jedi padawan – and one sworn to celibacy and a life of upholding justice and order – it was hard to see these things as anything other than… strange.

At the same time, the simple touch of a stranger – a particularly attractive one, yes – was enough to make Dai Dai’s heart race, being an inexperienced young man who spent most of his days looking at a charming green alien lecture him about the force. Yoda was wise, but well, this Twi’lek was hot, and it was hard to argue with that. It was almost enough to make Dai Dai temporarily forget that his temple was burning. Almost.

The sudden thud of a finger against his chest alerted Dai Dai that he was, in fact, not running through a meadow with a strange Twi’lek, but standing in a decrepit cantina, home to nothing more than scum and villainy, likely breathing in at least thirty different kinds of disease just from the cigarra alone. This place was, indeed, a place.. and nothing more.

Dai Dai’s eyes looked down at the Gungan’s finger, before looking back at the alien – a dangerous looking one, to be sure. Were master V’raar here… well, perhaps he’d have told Dai Dai to steer clear of this particular one. Lacking his insight and intuition when it came to strangers, Dai Dai was left without guidance, and without guidance, it was hard to discern what this alien wanted. Was he friend, or foe? Dai Dai felt the force push and throb inside of his head – like a strong headache, temporarily, heavily focused and yet so uncontrolled, like a burning fire. But understand it he could not. 

He spoke slowly, uncertain, “nowhere else to go.” His one eyebrow furrowed, as if he was looking at the man questioningly. The question repeated itself in his mind; friend…? Or foe…? When the Gungan told him to follow him, a sudden presence in the Force alerted Dai Dai. He turned his head, ignoring the Gungan briefly, peering through the masses to see who – or what – had entered the room. The more time passed from when the clones assaulted, the lower the chances were of there being a fellow jedi – in all fairness, Dai Dai was afraid of Anakin himself following him more than anything. Rarely had Dai Dai felt such a strong presence in the force, not even in his master, nor in any of his fellow padawan. Dai Dai was not exactly a skilled user of the ability to sense other’s emotions, but in the moment that Anakin killed master V’raar, it didn’t take much to feel the raw… power, anger, all of it. 

But through the masses, it was hard to see anything. There were no jedi – and more importantly, no Anakin. Not as far as Dai Dai could see. So he turned back to the Gungan, and nodded. “Lead the way,” he said. Something in him told him to trust the alien – for now, since he had always liked Gungans – and he followed the Gungan into the private room. It was strange that the man had a private room prepped despite not being in it, but Dai Dai hadn’t the presence of mind – nor the emotional state, to be quite frank – to question this. 

As he entered the private room, he glanced around, checking the room out just to make sure he wasn’t walking into a private party for the clone troopers’ high command. That, however, did not seem to be the case.