<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Star_wars_gungan_by_wellingtondiaz-d3gfh7p.jpg)</div><strong>Zeeko Brigs</strong><br/><br/>Inside the ship, Zeeko ran a few final checks on his aquarium.  There were little naboo fish and creatures swimming and scuttling among the green vines with golden leaves.  It was a pretty little slice of home, but the treasure of it was the vines, with the young golden pods that would eventually mature into booma balls.  He lacked the mechanical skills—especially with hard-tech—to meaningfully check over the mechanics fo the tank, but this form of dangerous agriculture was his home cities livelihood, and he could see just by looking—not to mention from the instruments—that the vines would thrive under these conditions.  Fully geared up for adventure, hunting, or war, the young gungan made his way back out of Star Fury.<br/><br/>Speaking of hunting...<br/><br/>Zeeko smiled softly as he strode casually up behind Minuet.  He'd not realized what a Xenophile he was 'til he'd gone to study among the  Naboo.  Here on Corsucant he'd learned exactly how attractive—and pleasurable—aliens could be.  There was something special about Minuet, though.  Maybe it was the fact that they were friends, with a shared interest in seeing the galaxy.  Maybe it was that she was making him work hard to win a place in her bed.  Maybe it was just her.<br/><br/>Zeeko walked casually up behind Minuet as she showed her typically grouchy exterior, made a little extra prickly by proximity to Jedi.  It really was adorable—all the more so because she was perfectly capable of backing it up if she chose too.<br/><br/>Zeeka wrapped an arm around Minuet's tiny waist and caressed her side gently.  If it were a little less public, he would have gone for her pert little breast—or a little higher in hopes that a tickle would cheer her up.  He knew he could get a response from her.  Even if she was too stubborn to admit it, he'd felt her nipple stiffen at his touch before.<br/><br/>They'd worked out the rules of their flirtation long ago.  As long as he didn't touch her anywhere bellow the belt, she didn't pull her blaster on them or discontinue their association.