A Smuggler Walks into a Bar...

[Spar Malric]

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[member="Eliza Raxis"]​

Location:​

Coruscant​

Lower Levels​

Shady Cantina​

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Spar had always been a frequent visitor to the lower levels of Coruscant. It was his element, the criminal underworld. Here, you could do business without fear of law enforcement. It was full of criminals and dirtbags, and this is where his contact is unsurprisingly located.

As Spar landed his ship on the platform, he contemplated the situation. He had found a job with a girl he had just met, knowing only that he would get 50 percent of any profit that was made. Who knew what this profit would even be.

Spar stepped out of the ship into the musty smog of Coruscant. As he walked on the platform towards the bar, he noticed a rodian passed out, slumped against the building. Nice place, he thought.

As Spar stepped into the cantina, he took note of every creature inside and whether or not they posed a threat.

There were various groups of all different kinds of aliens. Twi'leks, wookies, a trandoshan.

Taking note of the crowd, Spar sat in a booth in the corner. Just like always.

His contacts should be arriving soon...

 

[RC 212]

[member="Spar Malric"]

Location: Coruscant, headed toward the meet point.

Coruscant wasn't Ellies preferred choice of scenery. given that the One Sith ruled the planet with an iron grip and were in the midst of civil war the place was crawling with a sickly feeling. As soon as she had come on world she'd felt it, the palpable feeling of death and despair agonizing her soul.

It was creepy, and the lower levels were even creepier. The complete absence of law was much worse than even Nar shaada. The only thing to top it off was the lepers and homeless wretches wandering the street in gangs, robbing the odd passer-by. Ellie had hidden the datachips in her coat in a secret compartment.

One sawed off shotgun was out, loaded with scattershot and hanging from her hand towards the deck as she walked. A taxis speeder had taken her down to sublevel Alpha 1233, one of the lowest darkest parts of the city world.

The Cantina in question came into view, guarded by two tough looking Rodians with scars across their chest and faces.

"Hold it girl." One spoke, butchered basic assailing her ears.

"I'm not a girl. I'm Captain Raxis, friend of the club."

"Who are you here to see?"

Ellies finger slipped inside the trigger guard, resting lightly.

"One Captain Malric, associate of Borgon."

"Hmmmmm. Let me check."

He tapped his ear, and then nodded after several minutes.

"You're clear kid, just don't go blowing folks away," The Rodian replied, swinging his sonic rifle onto his shoulder.

"Or we'll have to blow you away."

Ellie blinked once, and held her composure. showing weakness was a sin among scum.

The door opened and she walked through, entering the spice filled, booze reeking cantina...

 

[Spar Malric]

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[member="Eliza Raxis"]​

As he sat in the bar, Spar observed everything. People were gambling. Others were arguing. Some were smoking. All were criminals. In a place like Coruscant, you had to embrace the underworld. Otherwise, it would chew you up and spit you out.

Spar breathed in the smell of smoke, spice and alcohol. The cluster of stenches assaulted his nostrils and made his throat burn.

In some strange way, Spar enjoyed this scene. Here, he was at home. This was his element.

Then, the door opened. The music playing in the background stopped and many people turned to see who was entering. Through the smog, he could make out the form of a girl.

Spar stood up and made a waving motion with his hand, showing that everything was fine and everyone should go about their business.

"She's with me."

The music returned and though some people stared at the lone girl walking into such a seedy place, most returned to their drinking and gambling...

 

[RC 212]

[member="Spar Malric"]

Ellie stepped through the haze, shotgun still bouncing off her leg as she moved. Spar was farther back, but she caught his wave and gave a cool nod. The spacers eyes were on the alert, flickering this way and that, scanning posture, temperament and a host of other variables. Situational awareness was key in her line of work.

"I see you made it ok." She commented, giving him her signature smirk.

"So did you find your guy?"

 

[Spar Malric]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

Spar held out his hand for a friendly shake before taking his seat. His man should be coming soon. As Spar took his seat, he took a sip of the Corellian whiskey which was in a glass in front of him. It was mixed so as to dilute the alcohol content and was probably watered down in the first place.

"My guy should be arriving shortly. Just one problem.."

As soon as he said that, a droid rolled in, it was an assassin droid, similar in appearance to a protocol droid. It was designed to look like one, but had various weapons hidden within its structure.

Spar continued his sentence, "He's a droid."

Spar knew how assassin droids were perceived. One way or another, they always snapped and killed someone that didn't deserve it. But this was his best chance for this job.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Spar Malric"]

Ellie nodded, reciprocating the shake and setting the Sawed-Off on the table with a clank. Next she shrugged of her pack, throwing it under the table with abandon. The contents jiggled and clanked. There was a lot of gear in there, extra ammo, shaped charges, food bars, water, all the normal stuff an exploring spacer would need.

"Droid's are fine by me."

The droid clanked over, and Ellie smiled, not that the tin can could really perceive emotion any ways. She flicked her wrist, letting the chip slide forwards and handed it off to Malric. This was his guy, he could make the trade.

Then she turned and headed towards the bar. Once there she procured a tankard of local beer and came back, taking a seat.

"So how we all doing?"