Private A Chance Encounter

[Mercy]

NAR SHADDAA
Isobel Serraris

Mercy wandered out of the bar she had been drinking in after the impromptu meeting with Lysander von Ascania , Naamino Zuukamano and Fatine von Ascania . Nobody died, which usually meant that the meeting with Mercy had gone well. She loved Nar Shaddaa. The chaos on the streets, the sheer madness, it appealed to her baser nature. The sounds themselves were intrinsically familiar to her as well.

The screams, the blaster shots in the distance, the shattering of glass, the music and the laughter.

She passed an alleyway.

Then paused, because the sound out of that one wasn't as familiar to her. It had a certain... heroic tone to it. As if someone was playing hero, which certainly was not something that Mercy was used to on Nar Shaddaa. Part of her wanted to just move on. The night had been long- first with the music and heavy drinking, then with the negotiations and the shit stirring, but Mercy couldn't really help herself.

It was that shit stirring capacity that made her interested and curious.

So instead she walked back and moved into the alley. A suicidal inclination for anyone that wasn't Mercy in a place like this. Dark, damp, with enough shadows you couldn't see clearly from the street-side.

But Mercy held no fear, she was the largest creature in the room at any time of day and just her sheer size usually made people think twice.

"Now, what do we have here..."

 

[Isobel Serraris]

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER​

Location — Nar Shaddaa
Objective — Survive the city-planet . . .
Tags — Mercy
Paraphernalia — Lightsabers

She missed Naboo. She missed the people, the smell of flowers and her family's guarlaras, even the fashion that often was the topic of the daily gossip. This was everything but that, the lights were bright and blinded her as Isobel wandered endlessly throughout the foul streets. To think people took joy in the shadowy nature of this planet, or to build their enterprise here! There was not one civilised thing to be found in both its people and environment. And yet her oldest brother had insisted it would do her good to see more of this galaxy--and she would have agreed, were it not for him abandoning her to go to some club or 'business meeting'! But anger was not the way of the Jedi, so with a lot of deep breaths and happy thoughts, she managed to dismiss it, for now.

The young Padawan kept on walking, praying to Shiraya that something would lead her back to the 'worse Serraris'. He could not be far from where she had lost sight of him, and surely his loud voice could not be drowned out by many a noise. She pulled the hood of her cloak further over her curly hair, its shadows concealing half of her sun-kissed face. A fragile shield against the lurking eyes of both criminals and the Huttese. One that was shattered as soon as it appeared with the arrival of a shadowy figure--A tall... woman standing at the end of the alleyway. Isobel's hand drew toward her lightsaber veiled by her cloak, not quite removing it from its clip, but keeping it at the ready.

"No one, only someone searching for her brother in this maze." Isobel kept her tone light and innocent, attempting to communicate that she was not an enemy--even that must be the last thought on this stranger's mind. Her Nabooan accent shimmered through brighter than a lightsaber lit up a dark room. "You would not happen to know where the nearest bar is..?"

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