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A Piece Toward Completion (Nar Shaddaa)

Night brought certain peace to many. A quietness sought by some. A blanket within which to hide for others. Silence. Solitude. Opportunity. Nar Shaddaa nights brought all of these things and more. Much more. Those who sought, found. Those who desired, sought. Such was the way of the world. Of the galaxy. Of life.

Armed and armored warriors were a credit a dozen on the planet. His boots trod upon dampness. Dim light glinted dully off his old armor. Ahead walked another. Similarly clad and equally armed, it strode ahead. Its blank faceplate showed no visage. No emotion. It panned left and right at intersections and open areas. Checking the way. Finding threats if any. Behind walked another figure. It, too, wore the same armor as the others, but the similarity ended there. It was swathed in robes. A hood covered its head. From within the darkness cast by the shadows, another faceplate reflected the weak light. It held nothing in its hands compared to the others with their blasters. And yet, was more dangerous. Deadly. A thorn hidden among the undergrowth.

The alleys wound onwards, but no signs guided him. No pull showed him the way. No whispers. No voices. No keening. His work was yet undone. To begin again he needed a key. A part. A final piece. Only then could he proceed. He would find it on Nar Shaddaa where anything could be bought and sold. All that mattered was the price.

The currency didn't matter.
 
A few Bareesh goons strolled down the street: a Vodran, a Nikto, and a Klatooinian.

Klatooinian: "Did you hear? Another person fell into the Circus Horrificus yesterday mid-act."

Nikto: "What? Again? That's twice this week."

Klatooinian: "Yeah, and it was the Massiff act too. Ripped him to shreds."

Nikto: "Stang."

Vodran: "Can't believe people pay for that. Isn't that like animal cruelty or something? Should be illegal."

Klatooinian: "It is illegal, you liz brain."

Nikto: "What'd you call him?"

Klatooinian: "Er-"

Vodran: "Yeah, you mutt."

Nikto: "For Hutt's sake, cut it out."
 
In the night Jorco and some of his gangsters were out on business. Some unfortunate fella had robbed a store under their protection. In a lonely ally they had the suspect pinned against a wall. Three Rodians, including Jorco, and one human surrounded them. "Nee fabba wa, ka ne bollo" (You're in big trouble boy) Jorco said to the young man they were around.

"I can't understand that alien tongue of yours." The man hissed back, right after one of the gangsters punched him in the face for disrespecting their leader. Then as they fell to the ground Jorco knelt over them.

"Then this should be better then boy, yes?" He asked, now speaking in galactic basic, but his grammar wasn't the best. His Rodian accent very heavy in his words. Sounding kinda like he sucked in a little bit of helium. "Just listen here boy, you owe my client money. With money you stole, you'll pay back within three days. Or we break smart mouth jaw of yours. Sound fair, yes?" The man was in no position to argue. They were actually going easy on him by letting them be able to pay back who they stole from. Being lucky he was just a kid, otherwise they might have not been so "nice." They looked up at Jorco and nodded. "Ahh, very good. Remember this, you need money you can work for me." He figured since they were their he might as well advertise. He like to call it "Harsh Marketing" which could sound like an oxymoron since you want to be friendly when marketing.

After that little run in Jorco said that his gang could split now since work was over. The Rodian thought that perhaps he could visit a club or bar. To him the night was still young.
 
The streets of Na shadda where nothing new to the classy, yet of so sly Chiss woman, the constant smell of questionable odors in the dimly lit streets where but second nature to her, being more attuned to the dark helped. Like alwasy she wore her short cocktail dress, all black with some rather lacy under clothing. Behind it all a charming woman, but oh so deadly when need be.

In the distant a man wandered, seemly lost with not purpose, like aimless spirt with no goal in life, those where common in the streets of smuggler moon, more so then people though.

Down an ally way the heckling and chatter of what sounded like the typical rough voice of a Nikto and some other alien could be heard, idle chatter about the many rumors the circulated around the many information hubs that dotted the little Coruscant. So far nothing out of the ordinary, but that did not mean nothing interesting, well to some one in her line of work that is.

Not two far away commotion could be heard, a robbery going down, or a gang roughing up some poor sod, whatever the case it peaked the Chisses mind enough to warrant a look. peaking her head around the corner Vettus beady red eye observed what was going down, a Rodian and some other men roughing up a lone figure, what for was the main question, how could she profit from it being not far behind.

[member="Jorco Czeku"] l [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] l [member="Locke"]
 
After the young man hurried away and Jorco let his crew know that they could leave, he was hit with the feeling that someone was watching him. Looking down one end of the ally he only saw his crew leaving. When he looked the other way he was surprised to see a chiss women looking in the ally. He certainly didn't know who she was. Maybe she was just someone who'd try to get money out of him like a sucker? Or maybe she was a spy sticking her head around where it doesn't belong? But she's most likely someone just checking in on the commotion. He questioned al this in his head. To him it seemed like a gamble to look into it further. But he couldn't resits such a risk.

"Um, sorry if you saw any of that miss. I was just taking care of business, you understand this, yes?" The Rodian said to the Chiss women rather casually. By now he'd gotten a closer look at her, and saw that she was rather quite attractive. So by now he certainly hoped he didn't frighten her or anything.

[member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]
 
Vettu could tell something was on the Rodians mind as he approached, probably several different thoughts onto who this woman was and what was she doing, not that she would blame him, her kind was not the most comming out here, more so with the expensive looking dress in hand and dare say stylish look about her. His response though was rather causal and at the same time rather funny, like what he did was an everyday occurrence, "ha ha,, it is alright, I can understand that's how things are down here, I'm sure he did something silly to deserve it anyways".

That was not act, if you made a stupid choice and get into trouble that was your own fault, Vettu was not very sympathetic to those making problems even if they came out as the victim. Upon getting closer to the green skinned alien she noted how his large black eye ran up and down her body, a bit hard to see with no pupils, but Vettu could tell. "Oh, you see something you like mister"? she placed her hands on her hips, striking an idle but model like pose, awaiting his response.

[member="Jorco Czeku"]
 
Seeing that she noticed him checking her out some he tensed a little. Worried that he insulted her. But after she stepped more into view and posed, well, it certainly caught him off guard. "Kama jeky wa" (Wow your hot) He really hoped she didn't understand Rodian. "Um, my apologies miss. I kinda talked without thinking." He added after that. Trying he best to recover he'd speak again.

"My I have the honor of knowing the name of you, miss? I am Jorco." The Rodian asked, getting himself to act more politely. Once again he looked her over, taking in more of her rather, less then modest attire. "I would imagine your out clubbing, yes? Perhaps work at one." He said, kinda spit balling why she was out and dressed like how she was. Then he decided to be a little more flattering, he considered it one of his stronger areas. "You with simple club, no. Certainly more high class I'm sure." He commented, trying to me more subtle then he was just a moment ago.

[member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]
 
Vettu gave a slightly chuckle at the Rodians response to her looks, the fact he reverted to his native language, which she understood being a spy an all, making it even more humorous. "Hot you say, you’re a quite more forward then a lot of men I've met", then again, a lot of her former targets where more high class or proper individuals that required more seductive acts. "Oh, it's fine, but thank you for the compliment anyways". She responded with a pleasant tone, showing she was not offended by his speech, have experienced much worse in the past.

"As for my name, well you can call me Honi, it’s my middle name, you know being a Chiss and all", she responded with an amused smile, it was an ironic name in that it sounded like the word honey, making for fun times when out with 'friends'. "Hmm yes you could say that, I enjoy spending time out at a night club and have worked in a few myself", partially recreation and mission alike but she enjoyed her job enough that she considered it fun either way. "Hee hee, well I do like to spend time in high class places, but you tend to find more interesting individuals at the more regular bars". Her voice was sultry and sweet but also equally flirty with the Rodian own now subtle way of talking.
 
The Rodian almost went to slowly face palm himself after knowing she understood him. But didn't given her more positive and humored response. Visibly looking less tense now. "I guess I'm not as much of a gentlemen as I'd like. Especially with my blunt choice of words." Jorco momentarily thought of how he'd be if he was a more prestigious individual. "Honi" He repeated to himself. "That's quite I nice name you have." After that he listened intently to the Chisses words. Showing a genuine interest in what she had to say, and enjoying the tone of her voice.

"I guess I should be glad my assumption was correct, yes?" He replied, "Or both actually." The Rodian added with a slight chuckle afterwards. "Ahh, that I can agree with." Jorco said, referring to her statement about meeting interesting people in bars. "Fancy people can get too disconnected, putting on too many masks if you know what I mean." Essentially saying they always have a façade. Then the Rodian took a step forwards, looking slightly down at her. "So Miss Honi, if you don't mind me asking where you next destination is? Perhaps you could honor me with the roll of being your escort for the evening." He suggested, being more direct. Figuring it couldn't harm him much considering his behavior a moment ago.

[member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]
 
It was odd in a way. Humorous. Comical. Money made the galaxy go 'round. Not honor. Not honesty. Greed. Avarice. Desire. All things came from it. All things returned to it. A man didn't die for glory or pride. No soldier perished in defense of his homeland. Gluttony in one form or another brought such about. It was the great joke. The ultimate laugh. The humor was lost on him. The joke was not.

Up ahead his minion stopped, its blaster at the ready. His armor repaired from the fight on Teta. Pieces not easily fixed had been replaced. Surplus of old gear was easy to find. Acquire. An age where the new was rapidly replaced by the new meant that the new became old almost instantaneously. It was... advantageous in some ways.

The puppet checked the intersection of alleyways. Nothing moved. At least nothing threatening. Drunks, thugs, and the like mostly. Most shied away from the heavy firepower. The robes. The silence. He paused. As he stilled, so did the figures ahead and behind. A turn of the head. Eyes opened beneath blank visor. The robed figure cocked its head. It raised a limb and pointed, the direction not quite ahead. Not quite to the side.

His head turned, brown eyes seeking. Searching. Empty. Ahead stood a curved alley, the path littered with trash and debris. A figure hid in the shadows by a door. He could see him clearly in his visor. See the heat. Feel the soul. Sense him.

Wordlessly, the trio moved forward almost in unison. The target was found. The solution discovered. The purchase was already made. The price set. The currency didn't matter.

It never did.
 
A dirty city, and even dirtier streets Seto sighed out loud and even breathing in the air he could even taste a bit of dirt. Stepping forward Seto looked over the side of the rooftop where he was, peering down below Seto felt a bit out of place on this planet. Seto first removed and replaced his clothing with his more standard attire, button shirt and vest along with a bright yellow tie. Seto knew better than try to walk around with his black robes here, he wanted to remain incognito so returning back to Seto's older days of dress. But now, Seto's old tendencies died, and died hard years back so even now on a planet filled with vices Seto felt out of place.

Taking a step forward Seto dropped down, a few moments of free fall and with aide of the Force Seto landed softly. The alley was empty, of that Seto made sure, and he straighten his clothes and moved out of the dark alley. Seto breathed slowly, allowing his sense to stretch out with the Force but careful with how aggressive he reaches out. Gotta be more cautious Seto mused as he slowly walked down the street in front of him. The young Du Couteau Heir narrowed his eyes, though with nothing directly in front of him to focus, he still felt something off but he quickly stopped reaching out with the Force. Seto had found his target and his left hand brushed across his vest to feel the outline of his lightsaber hidden underneath his vest.

I'm an Inquisitor after all, so time I become a bit inquisitive A smile tugging the corners of Seto's lips with the thought. Sounds of people going about their business and violence along with greed or lust filled the air, a perfect place to disguise himself. Seto's eyes widen slightly as he began to take notice of the people moving around him. Seto needed to look like another young noble or rich youngster wanting to enjoy the vices that the planet had to offer. And Nar Shaddaa certainly is offering a lot today.

[member="Locke"] [member="Vettu'honi'oazi"] [member="Jorco Czeku"]
 
Vettu honestly did not mind the blunt nature of the Rodian, she kind of liked that approached every now and then, took guts to just walk up to a pretty woman like herself and just outright call her 'hot', his slightly suaver nature making things even more enjoyable still. "Blunt is fine, nice to talk with a very direct and to the point man, and thank you again", Vettu would also tell the man had general curiosity of her in more places than her usual 'customer'. Jorco as he called himself seeming to have some yearn to know more about the Chiss.

She walked a bit closer leaning up against the metal wall as their conversation kept going, "I completely agree, way too many fakers out there among the high class, would not hesitate to lie and cheat in the most disgusting of ways to achieve their goals". She had seemed such things many times over when working for nobles and business men alike, the way they screwed people over was just awful, and the charades they played felt so... evil.

Once again, the Rodian looked at her body, standing over the slightly shorter Chiss, Vettu pushing her arms together and thus making the woman's breast stand out a bit more. "Well Mr Jorco, I have yet to pick out a bar for which to spend the night in, perhaps as my escort you would have some nice locations in mind", pushing away from the wall she wrapped her blue hands around the Rodians left arm, hinting to him leading the way.

With: [member="Jorco Czeku"]
Others: [member="Seto Du Couteau"] l [member="Locke"]
 
After seeing what she did with her arms and breasts he looked away for a moment. If he had the pigmentation to blush he could be right now for taking the bait. The the Rodian looked her back in the eyes. He was sure she did that on purpose. "Well Honi, your in luck I guess. Before encountering you I did have some ideas of where to spend the night. Here, I can discuss it along the way, yes." Jorco said before wrapping his arm around hers and leading her out of the dingy ally.

"Now I did have a couple ideas. One which being a more wholesome bar that I visit regularly. The next was a club, much more modern, some nights having beautiful dancers. The last was a less then legal gambling den. But I'm sure it's no place for a women of your class." Just then he could imagine himself making it big at Canto Bight with her at his side. But figured that could just be a simple fantasy.

"So Miss Honi, those are just simply my suggestions. I'm sure you have some as well, yes." He said to her, giving off his suggestion, and wanting to hear hers if she had any. Walking with her down the street of the unruly city.

With: [member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]

[member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Locke"]
 
"Well I must be lucky, by all means let us walk and talk", with arms intertwined like a couple of sort the two aliens made their way down the dark streets of Na Shadda, Vettus breasts slightly pressed against the Rodians arm. "Well maybe the place where you are a regular sounds like fun, I am sure many of your acquaintances would be jealous that you got yourself such a beautiful woman all to yourself, also a change from the usual night club I go to".

"Buuuuut, a gambling den, hmmmm sounds like a fun time, make some extra money, perhaps catch a few cheats in the process and extort them out of their winnings, does that sound fun". She liked each idea just as much as the other, but was unable to really decide, unless. "Hey I have an idea, why not both? go to the gambling den first, rack in some wins, then visit the bar and put the cash to some use, would be like someone else paying for our stuff". A crafty and sly idea, typical for a spy, but oh so fun.

[member="Jorco Czeku"]
 
Jorco's expression lit up after she said that they should go to the gambling den. Not showing any hesitation to wanting to go. Mainly because of his compulsion towards it. "That's a great idea honi." After saying that he was beginning to understand how calling her that could be kinda fun. "Hopefully with you around I could win big, yes." He thought out loud. Picturing himself with her by his side. Perhaps his fantasy isn't too far fetched after all. "A beautiful Chiss such as yourself will surly bring some luck."

As they walked through the streets it was pretty quite. But they certainly weren't alone. Others doing their personal commute, a group of scoundrels shooting the two of them a glare as they passed a single death stick to one another. If there was one thing the Rodian loved about Nar Shaddaa, it was the life that it had. It always felt so true to him, unlike other large city planets that he'd known about.

After not that far of a walk they'd come across another ally. "Welp, we're here." At the end of the ally was an open door, next to it stood an individual leaning against the wall. Leading her down the ally, it came to him that this might be a bit odd. Her with a complete stranger leading her to a shaddy place. Of course he didn't know she was probably more then capable if something went down. When they got to the end the man at the end noticed Jorco approach and saw his invite.

"So Jorco, got a new girlfriend? I'm sure you're aware that this isn't the most romantic destination." The man said as they got to him by the door.

[member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]
 
Nar Shadda was not a good place to be. One might think, given her own rather unscrupulous behaviour that Benny would fit right in on Nar Shadda, revel in it even. This was not the case. It was fine if you had a crew. Folks to watch your back. For one unarmed diminutive Ryn? Not so great. It was like a clock started ticking the minute you stepped foot on the planet.

Tick-Tock

One strike closer to death. But you didn't get to see when your time was up. Oh no, there was no magical two hour rule. This was like some kind of nightmare cuckoo clock. Not at a pre-determined time but at some random hour that last tick would tock and out sprang not a friendly little bird but whatever Reaper your particular ideology favoured and that was the end of you.

Still, there were things you could get on Nar Shaddaa you couldn't get anywhere else. And they were cheaper. And willing to do business with anyone who had the credits, even if they were Ryn. Some places refused to do business with her kind. Which was a bit rude really, they'd not even met her yet. She was fantastic. In any case, the target of this visit had simply been convincing fake credentials for 'her' new ship. She loved that ship. Goddamn work of art. It even had it's own theatre. She'd never even been in a theatre much less owned one. The newly christened Khere was worth the risk.

Or at least that was what Benny assured herself as she ran full out from the five thugs pursuing her, likely set on her by the same slicer she'd got to do the work. At least she didn't make much of a target, as long as she stuck to crowds they wouldn't be able to get a clear shot. That was something. They were unfortunately also gaining. Adrenaline can only make up for having short legs for so long. She knew roughly where she was going, at least she knew the direction of the small port she'd landed in, but she wasn't familiar with this area at all, in desperation she skidded around a corner and down an alleyway, hoping to lose her pursuers. Between the attention she had to pay on her footing in the junk-filled streets and the sound of the city, she wasn't sure if they were still behind her. As she passed a doorway with a being huddled in it's shadow she threw a look over her shoulder.

Nope.

Hadn't lost them at all. Not even a little. If anything they were even closer. Well. Everyone knew looking at what you were running from just slowed you down, chest burning and arms and legs pumping she cast her eyes forward again. In time to see two extremely solid and armed looking individual and to catch a glimpse of another behind them.

"Gunoi!" She cursed as she dropped to the ground, sliding to a halt. Where these with her pursuers? Either way, nearly running full tilt into what looked like on the job muscle was not a smart life move.

@Locke @Seto Du Couteau
 
Vettu let out a slight giggle as yet another man was coaxed into saying the Honi line, though able to simply say her first name the Chiss needed to stay a little aloof and it was a fun little ironic statement for both parties involved. "Well, I have never really been a person to put all my trust in luck, but who knows, maybe my breasts will cause a gravitational sift in your favor during the dice rolls", that and maybe being able to distract the dealers and throw of other participants game.

The Chiss kept a close hold around Jorocs arm as they wandered down the dark streets of Na Shadda, thugs of all species, other woman dressed similarly to here, but probably in a 'different' profession, mainly Twi'leks from the look, as well as the odd mercenary here and there. Just your average day on smugglers moon, just the way Vettu liked it.

Soon the two had made their way down the short ally, being greeted by your run of the mill bouncer who seemed to know her new Rodian friend, making a snide comment, "Oh, do you get around much with the ladies Jorco baby, or is this man just jealous"?

[member="Jorco Czeku"]
 

D'vok hit the ground with a resounding thud. The two Twi'leks who passed as security went back into their establishment as D'vok picked himself up and dusted off his jacket.
"Great. There goes my night. Maybe some other place is open."
The spacer picked himself up off the floor and dragged himself across the streets. The locals shot him dirty looks, as if drunken hoods roaming the streets was irregular at night. He didn't care. He had grown up here, he was used to all the seedy alleys and shady dive bars, the pure filth of the city, and to be honest, he kinda enjoyed it. Better than all those prissy nobles on Naboo, or those sand people on Tatooine. Something about all the vice, the neon signs blaring overhead into a hazy amber sky was just... comforting to him. He turned the corner into an alley. He thought he remembered a gambling house near here. Either he would go home rich, or he wouldn't have a home by tomorrow. He wasn't the best gambler, but either way he knew he could at least get a couple more drinks. He got in line behind a Rodian and a Chiss girl.

Near: [member="Vettu'honi'oazi"], [member="Jorco Czeku"]
 
Once again, the Rodian would've blushed after she referred to her breasts. But Jorco listened to his bouncer friend and Honi's statement. Turning to her he spoke. "Both I'd say." Which he wasn't too incorrect by saying that. Given that, who wouldn't be envious. Also there have been times where he has brought girls with him to the den, but it rarely lasted much longer after that. Especially after they realized that the game wasn't going well for him so he couldn't at least by them drink afterwards.

After that the bouncer smirked and nodded his head to the way in. Then Jorco would lead Honi down the stairs, since it was in the basement of a different establishment. Inside there was a large open room. There was a small bar at the end with, over it was a projection screen with some sports game the some were betting on. Around there were tables of various shapes and sizes meant for different games. "Jorco, what a pleasant surprise." a friendly voice called out to him as the two of them entered. To the side there was a Besalisk male sitting at a table with one other individual.

"Hunss, it's good to see you." Jorco replied stepping over to their table.

"You come to play? From the looks of it, lady luck might be on your side today." The alien said, referring to the charming Chiss women with him. "Here, here, take a seat we were just starting. I'll draw you up. The bets 100 credits, nothing too much." Going around the table with Huni, Jorco pull out a seat for her.

"Here you are my dear." He said politely.

[member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]
@D'vok Windroamer
 
A voice called out. A rough sound in the dark. Mostly drowned out by the typical noise of the planet. Audible nonetheless. Silence was the answer. The dead couldn't speak. Not to him. Not to the living. At least, not to those with life.

The lead figure kept walking. Boots crunch-squelching with each step. The thug reached for a blaster, amateur hands darting for lackluster weaponry. Silence was the answer. Not necessarily stealth. Simply the conservation of resources.

Steel flickered in dim light before he could pull the pistol. A muffled groan and the muted sound of liquid upon damp ground could be faintly discerned. Another lost to greed. To desire. To credits. A price to be paid.

He could feel more. Inside. Faint, almost imperceptible. An afterimage compared to the light found on Teta. The flame that attempted to stop him. His work. His task. And yet, a light drew near. Not a flame. A spark. A glimmer in the dark. Not a threat. At least, not yet. It remained to be seen.

His eyes were closed. He sensed. Felt. Knew. A small glint. Ahead. Before. Now. He could feel it. Small, but present. Weak in the Force. Diminutive in stature. He was unsure. A curiosity. Perhaps an oddity.

The task at hand drew his attention. The first figure flicked crimson from the blade. Sheathed it. The third looked toward the door. Beyond. Immobile.

He felt it too. The pull. The call. Not of his work. Of something else. The piece needed. The final part of his puppet. A silent command and the first figure moved. The door was guarded. Locked. Barred. Hardly an obstacle. The third figure made a simple gesture. The slow pass of a hand.

The door slid open. Lock and key could not stop him. Would not stop him. Inside he felt the shadows. The not-lights.

Greed came at a price on Nar Shaddaa. The darkness that once aided now came to collect.

[member="Bengalo Chergari"]
 

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