<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/9ea13d30b837d1ce82925f57441b2016.jpg)</div>The figure addressed as the Yellow King paused as the Force Users all reached out with their senses, almost as if palpably realizing that there was something odd in the air, something classically wierd about them all.  But as more came into view and identified themselves as Jedi and Force Users openly there was a slight trembling chuckle and a rasping cough to cover it.  In a manner similar to the way Toydarians and Hutts seemed to realize that Jedi were playing games around them, the saffron silhouette seemed bemused in its posture.<br/><br/><em>"Are you offering to sell yourselves as my crew in exchange for passage from this place?  Are you sure you wish to do that?  You know next to nothing about me, nothing of my trade and intentions.  I could simply space you after taking flight from Coruscant, after all...  You are far too trusting of a being such as I.  I could be more dangerous to you than the forces of the Galactic Empire.  Mayhaps, I could even be a Dark Jedi...  Maybe even one of the fabled Sith Lords of yore...  You truly are MAD and desperate if you seek to truck with the ilks of myself and my droid."</em><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/943e88a21908eefc7cbb4f0c705fee7b.jpg)</div>As the King in Yellow mockingly questioned the motley would-be crew, there was a hiss and a loud growl from within the darkness of the upper gangplank.  Strolling down from the shadowed interior came a rough looking Tooka, blue and grey in hue, mean of temperment, and full of vinegar and astrofuel in its beady darkened eyes.<br/><br/>The noises however seemed to entice the little Tooka kittens in Teslo's hands and within the comtono nest carried by Rex.  Mewing in recognition of another Tooka, the little furballs started to squirm and plod out of the safety offered by the nest and Zabrak's shielding hands, making their way slowly to the cruel-eyed Tooka.<br/><br/><em>"Ahhh... my Queen stirs and seeks adoration from her subjects.  She prowls and hunts, it seems...  What juicy little morsels approach her to offer themselves up as her next meal..."</em>