Public After Hours on The Rock

[Brooke Waters]

Space was a big place, but the way hyperlanes worked? There were a few places that became famous, Corellia, Chandrilla, Coruscant, but then there were a few places that became infamous. Those tended to be old stations, reforged cruisers that were used as smuggler drop sites, bounty hunter transfers, and places to pick up the contraband.

Brooke Waters used to frequent this, just known as The Rock, often. Now with the Black Sun reaching back out into the galaxy, these infamous shadowports were opening their doors more often. And the Rock? It was a whole vibe for Brooke.

She stepped off the Nautilos and looked back to the ship. A blue and white BB unit followed her down the ramp, beeping happily. The station here was built into the rock, part organic, part built. Stepping down the hall, she had a drink waiting for her at “The Dive.”

Entering the bar, she looked around, casting a small spell around her to make her almost blend away into the background. The Sauvax behind the bar nodded and clicked its claws. He knew Brooke from her time as a bounty hunter.

“The same as usual?” Came the call, followed by a blonde from the nod.

“Who’s in?”

“Same old…” Sauvax, known as Seb, waved a claw around, gold trinkets glittering in the light. The sound of music, string instruments, trumpets, in a low-speed beat. Sung by another Sauvex, Seb’s molt-mate, and a Nautolan with blue skin and a raspy voice. Stepping off into a corner, Brooke sat down and surveyed the gathered, and coming and going.

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[TK Olraen]

On the andris spice spectrum, the pale powder TK was stirring into her cloudy drink was about as far from the 'harmless food flavoring' end as from the 'highly refined addictive drug' end. Somewhere in the middle, like far too much about her life.

She'd procured it from a safe professional supplier and tested its purity — she wasn't stupid. With a shaky breath of nerves and excitement, she took a sip and felt the first tingle. The little durasteel dispenser went away into her tidy shipsuit.

Something felt off. Not about the spice in her drink, but here in the bar. Like and unlike the White Current, just for a heartbeat. She looked around and saw nobody she could flag as Fallanassi (a far-flung but relatively small community). To calm her nerves she drank deep, then left her nook, drink in hand, to go throw darts. These were pulse darts that self-accelerated to thunk into the dartboard with definitive impact. She wasn't great at it, but enjoyed it.

Brooke Waters

 

[Spacer NPCs]

Looking up at the crab and the headtailed humanoid, then back down to his datapad, the Mon Calamari continued to work. His two webbed organic hands tapped on the datapad, logging the last week’s haul. One of the cybernetic arms that hooked into his nervous system moved, the human hand, the thumbs were really nice, moved the ale to his mouth.

Round eyes looked up as the blonde walked in. Surveyed her. Human. But not only. Blubreen? The implant behind his eye was surveying her, the way she walked, and breathed. It wasn’t just lungs. It was, but it was more too. Interesting.

There was a twitch in his fourth arm, the one that usually ran with the scalpel.

That was really a result of why the haul of the past week was what it was. Stomachs. Lungs. Spleens. Even a heart of a Mirialan. Yes, he may not have been seen as someone who would be working in black market organs, but that was what Nalu was.

Nalu worked to bring organs to the people who needed them. And the way they proved the need?

Credits. The other two arms were really good at lifting and carrying those. As well as shooting at people who tried to take them.

 

[Spacer NPCs]

Did the Herdship Cloud Jungle need to be refueled? Yes.

Did they leave Ithor with the amount of fuel they needed to get towards the Core for their humanitarian missions?

Also, yes.

But still, here the Cloud Jungle was, waiting for the refuel ships to leave The Rock and head out to the large herdship. All while the Witch moved from the larger ship, to the shuttle to the pilot ship and back to the Rock.

Red robes, and barefeet hit metal, causing her to shiver. Stepping into The Dive, she followed the music. Her true destination was Nar Shaddaa and then Denon. She stepped closer to the bar and ordered a quick drink.

“Vodka, rocks.” Simple order, but she was speaking to get herself noticed. There was a pirate crew that was going to get her into Nar Shaddaa. There was a need for some food-plants on that world. Just a bit of help for those who needed it.

 

[TK Olraen]

The drink was low and TK's blood was high. The andris kicked in nicely. She was winning at repulsor darts against a Gran stellar cartographer for friendly revnog-scale stakes.

Someone put the news on, ugly stuff about Hapes. She'd been there, running medic droids during the aftermath of a huge terrorist attack.

"Black Sun did it to make it look like the Alliance did it," the Gran opined. "It's obvious."

The Gran won after all. TK put the handful of darts into their docks for the next player and paid up. "Could be, but they were already winning. The Alliance pulled out minutes later — I was on Hapes that day. It's opaque. Someone's good illusion."

Brooke Waters

 

[Spacer NPCs]

He pirate captain known as Delphos was one of the frequenters of The Rock. Trading crew and goods with other crews was important and kept the pirate population moving. Some of his crew were ready to take their own ship, some he, frankly, couldn’t stand, and abandoned here fairly often. The fact that there wasn’t a ‘we hate Delphos’ club on The Rock was frankly shocking.

The massive Herglic heard the call for a Vodka Rocks. Stepping forward, his massive frame filled the area around the smaller air-breather. They were a witch, he knew they had powers he would never have. The lightsaber on his belt? A trophy, nothing more.

Sometimes more. A tool. A weapon. Not anything he made.

“Ship is the Hunter.” He stated, his voice bellowing even with a whisper before he walked away.

The Gran and the spacer though, that interested Delphos. “Black Sun maybe did. Tend to leave a mark, the Syndicate.” As the Herglic was currently flying their flag, he knew a few things. “And do you have problems with the Syndicate?” Part of him was ready for a fight.

Itching.

TK Olraen