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Bazzar on Nar Shaddaa! [WIDE OPEN]

Never go somewhere alone, never talk to strangers, and never make yourself a victim. Those were the rules you were taught growing up, to stay safe and to survive. Still, those rules always seem to be forgotten and then you’re on the late night holonews and the galactic police are looking for you. Nar Shaddaa was known to house some sinister gangs, crooked police and other things like gambling. Despite all of that, they had some of the best Cantinas. The lights were pretty cool as well.

Spencer had some time to herself, the Queen of Eshan and Council Member of the Fringe wandered happily down the streets of Nar Shaddaa without a care in the world. She had recently received notice from Ashin who was on another mission to the deep recesses of the Unknown Region fighting the good fight on the front. Spencer would eventually make her way out that way, but for now she was responsible for more things than she could think of. Today though was a day off. Ibaris was busy with training and school, the council had things in order and her house was clean.

Today the streets were covered with different little stalls, each selling little contraptions and every so often the stalls were set up with food. Spencer had heard rumors about the street food that came from Nar Shaddaa and the sweet enthusiast was here to find something delicious to eat and hopefully find some fun things to bring back to the Fringe Capital. Stopping at one of the stalls she peered at a revealing dress, she touched the thin fabric and blushed softly. Despite being married for nearly 6 years she was still as infatuated with her lover. She continued to focus on the different dresses and robes.

Today is going to be a good day.
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Hundreds of thousands of Red Raven droids were placed on Nar'Shadda. They were just about everywhere, patrolling the streets, on roof tops, it would seem one couldn't go two miles without running Into a ten man squad of droids. But as the people of Nar'Shadda knew the droids weren't really there to enforce any laws or keep order. Everything was business as usual on Nar'Shadda, they were there to remind people that if you fuck with any Red Raven property then you could stick your head between your legs and kiss your sorry ass goodbye.

A platoon of super clanker battle droids passed [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and each let off high pitched annoying tones of "Good evening ma'am." As they passed by her in their colum. Elsewhere on Nar'Shadda at the Golden Nautolan casino a very heavily defended red raven asset, Patricia was simply relaxing at the bar and enjoying life.
 
Nar Shadda

A place of crime, of Hutts, but more importantly, of memories. But I suppose you could say that about a lot of places when you were Josh DragonsFlame.The last time he'd been here, he had met the Sith Lord Karin Dorn, and in a surprising twist, struck up a friendship with the strange woman. Of course, nothing lasts forever, as she'd be struck down soon after. Not by Joshua, of course, who grieved for her, but by the Jedi.

How ruthlessly it had been done was a factor in his leaving the Order.

But Nar Shadda had not seen the man in a very long time. A self-imposed exile for a broken man who needed to fix himself and become right again. The old DragonsFlame needed to die... And a new one needed to take his place. It was a necessary evil, and one that he didn't regret.

A cloaked figure, in uncharacteristic black robes with a black hood covering his head, only revealing the bottom half of his face, walked through Nar Shadda, making sure to mask his Force Presence. The mask, as well as the black robes, were his way of keeping hidden. Nar Shadda was dangerous, but it did have good drinks. They didn't water it down like Tatooine did, and he couldn't go to Coruscant for a drink anymore.

When you had once held the fate of a governing body as well as the order you lived and died for on your shoulders, drinking became a welcome sensation. On his way there, he would peer through the market, wondering if he could find any proper parts for that HK droid he was working on... He didn't have all the parts he needed to try and build the blasted thing from scratch. Sure, he could have just had someone else do it, or bought an HK unit from a dealer... But he learned nothing if he didn't do it himself.
 
Yuroic had returned. He hadn't been on Nar Shaddaa for a long time, he now saw everything differently. He walked through the streets and saw the muck, the beggars and the weak. He sighed the rose tinted view of Nar Shaddaa had been shattered, he noticed rooftops covered in droids. He shook his head, he hated droids, he hated the lack of free will and the annoying voice.

He moved through the busy crowds as he walked aimlessly, he was allowing the Force to guide him, perhaps he should get his equipment back from his den. He shrugged as he wandered through the streets. He noticed the market stalls and could feel his stomach growl, he hadn't eaten in awhile, he knew where the best food stalls laid but that was a fair walk. Another loud growl decided his fate as he walked through the crowds. He accidently bumped to a lady looking at fairly revealing dress. He chose not to judge, it was pretty common place on this moon. He grabbed her arm and stopped her from falling.

"Apologises, I didn't see you there. I was preoccupied, I hope you can forgive me for accidently trying to knock you over." His deep voice carried from under his large hood, his face and identity hidden, for the most part he looked like a normal traveller except for the glint of a lightsaber and his connection to the Force.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Khristopher Helix"]@

Well that was weird...

Patricia just sat there in silence unsure of what to say if anything, it was probably just some drunk who had one to many. But just to be safe it was best to let him walk away with a message. Patricia pressed the security intercom and deactivated it, it was somehow at an open bar where any old joe could just reach out and grab it. Patricia would have to inform the contractor that it's presence there was highly strange and have it removed tomorrow morning. Back to dealing wit the weird guy however Patricia snapped her fingers and the security of the hotel/casino was in discrete action.

As the masked man walked out the door he would be greeted to the barrels of three shotguns pointed at his stupid mask, wielding said shotgun appendages were three Super Clankers that were very angry looking when they held a deadly weapon to one's face. Patricia got to her Browncoat data logger and sighed as she patched into the droids speaker box.

"Come here again and I'll paint my walls with your brains. Have a good night, run little rabbit, run." Patricia said and the droids promptly moved so the man could leave their establishment
 
Genu was walking around the Golden Nautolan and amusing himself with the view of the girl on the stage. He wasn't really doing anything, he wasn't tasked with anything serious as it was, being the new guy meant that when he did get jobs, they were usually guarding doors or prisoners. He wasn't stupid though, anytime he was out he always carried his pistol and sword with him. He was a Red Raven, and one of the few things he was certain about was that, once people knew what he was, he was a target for someone. It seemed that the bosses enjoyed pissing everyone in the galaxy off, and he honestly didn't care. He liked the attention it got him when people found out, either you got respect for it, or you got into a fight because of it, both options were fine with him.

the girl on the stage had just finished and the music had dropped to a dull roar. As he was turning to explore more of the casino, he saw [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] sitting at the bar with a rather aggressive looking guy in a mask talking to her. He seemed none too pleased with her and Genu tilted his head and frowned as he started to make his way to the two of them.

By the time he had navigated the crowds the masked man had left, leaving Patricia sitting at the bar. As he approached he her her words "Come here again and I'll paint my walls with your brains. Have a good night, run little rabbit, run." He smiled as he walked up, hoping she wouldn't jump down his throat for what happened

" You OK, boss?" He wasn't worried about her ability to handle herself, she was vice president for a reason, but that position came with the perks of not having to deal with low lives like that.
 
It wasn't that Jaster hated Nar Shaddaa, he just hated the people there. So in turn he guessed that he might have a little resentment for the place. What could he say though, his run in with the Reds were never on the best of terms, exspecily since he was though of shooting a member. It was cleared up after, of course, but they never did much like hi after that. So as his useral luck, Jaster drew the short straw and was sent to the planet for bussness.

The lot of them wouldn't mind shooting him and taking his money, but that's why he had guards. Jaster walked down the Bazzar, he vaguely remembered why he was sent, illegal spices of some sort, mercenaries for troops, medical personel. Ahh what did he care, the drinks were always laced with something to get you to keep coming back, and the women were other trying to kill you, or get your money. He had knowlage that the local cantina had some criminals.

Jaster just needed to wonder for a while before getting to any talking, droids and people on this planet always made the hair on his neck stand. Oh well, good thing he brough his own rum.
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Khristopher Helix"] [member="Genu Kudd"]

Patricia took a sip of her fruity blue cocktail and sighed as she held her chin in the palm of her hand. Blowing one of her long blonde strands of hair out of her eyes she took another bored sip and set her glass down. She was here on business sadly, well the business was concluded and before going home to her husband tomorrow she would sit around and have a few drinks and relax. But that was becoming impossible what with weird masked dudes making strange demands and touching security buttons that stupid ass contractors placed on an open bar. But her brooding was cut off by one of her many goons asking if she was ok. It was probably Xander's cowboy ass. The woman ran a annoyed hand over her face and looked over to see it was someone she had not met before. The tint five foot two woman smiled at him then nodded her head.

"I'm fine thank you, I haven't met you before. I'm Patricia, and no you don't need to call me by my tittle. It's nice to meet you, would you like to have a drink?" Patricia asked the man kindly then turned back to snap her fingers at the bartender to order the man some drinks.

The woman liked to get to know all of her co workers and metaphorical subjects, after all she wouldn't be a very good boss if she was stuck up like Chiasa and sat around wearing ten thousand credit dresses and going to black tie drug lord parties to make veiled Game of Thrones dialogue threats. So Patricia wore her normal fifty credit red dress and took another sip of her drink. The young beautiful woman gave another sweet lipped smile and continued to sit at the bar.

She was about to say something else until the man somehow patched into their intercom system as he was leaving and as he was surrounded by three super clankers all of which were pointing loaded weapons at him in a casino that had a heavily encrypted network that was the top notch in the galaxy. Whoever this man was he was either Jesus or magic, or both. Probably both.

"Oh just shoot him already." Patricia said as she rolled her eyes and sighed.

The three super clankers instead simply proceeded to throw heavy handed fists and kicks towards the man to get him the hell out of their casino.
 
Genu blinked, stunned at how very unlike any other crime boss she was. Most of them would have just sent him on his way or told him to stand guard, but she was offering drinks and conversation, he wasn't sure if that made her more dangerous or less. But he wasn't about to be rude to her so he smiled and nodded, " Thank you. My name is Genu Kudd." He said as he took the seat next to her. He had every intention of maknig sure that nothing happened to her, regardless of how casual the conversation got between them.

" Fruit juice is fine with me," He said to the bartender. Drinking wasn't something he enjoyed much anymore, it wasn't that he didn't like drinking, but it was more that the more one got drunk, the less capable they were in a fight. He smiled at [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] as he turned back to her, " It's completely my pleasure to meet you. If you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you," He motioned to the casino around them and back to her, " You know, become a boss. No offense." He knew looks could be deceiving, but she didn't even act remotely dangerous and he was curious as to how she had ended up as the second most powerful person in the Ravens
 
Spencer blinked as she was being apologized too. She picked up quickly on the Force connection with the hooded man and smiled softly. “Its okay” She was glad he was there and she could sense from her empathy that he was hungry. Her eyes had caught the droids and she felt uneasy about them. Still she wanted to check out why they were here. Spencer hadn’t been on Nar Shadaa since the Red Ravens had moved in, heck she didn’t even know who they were.

“Are you hungry? I’m curious to see what those droids are up too. Name’s Spencer let’s see what's going on?” Not waiting too long for an answer from [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] she followed the droids towards the Casino/Bar. There was something happening there, obviously the Force was shifting towards the negative side. Using the weird feelings Jedi and the Sith have for the Force Spencer continued to move towards the bar Casino. It was interesting, but with the droids focused obviously on the masked guy, Spencer and hopefully the other force user slipped into the place.

“Looks like a fun place.”

[member="Khristopher Helix"][member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Genu Kudd"]

Patricia proceeded to listen to her fellow co worker. The bartender placed down a glass of juice and Patricia giggled a bit at that, a sound that reminded people of a puppy wrestling it's way out of sock on life day. She took a sip of her drink then set it back down, the man certainly curious. Well it was basic information these days, so she decided to tell him the truth.

"Well I was a republic field agent under cover here at the Red Ravens before the rapture, basically fed information, kept our incompetent former leader in power, and killed a few uppity power hungry ravens here or there. So I was our former leader's body guard and executive assistant. But I grew to love my fellow ravens and then the rapture happened and well most that I worked with at the republic just vanished, gone." she said then took a drink of her cocktail feeling her mouth get dry.

"I was on my own and cut off so I just joined for real and left the republic, I was promoted to chief of staff then when our former leader, betrayed us..." she said letting just the slightest sign of vulnerability play on her features before they were quickly covered up again.

"After he betrayed us, I was promoted to Vice President and here I am today." Patricia said with a smile on her face making sure to get her mind of Cryax and the innocent slicers she has killed

"What about you, what brings you here?" she said with care and genuine interest.
 
He nodded as she spoke, field agent, that explains a lot. He looked at her in a whole new light once he knew that. she was probably trained on every firearm on the market and could probably outfit the sergeant at arms that Genu had recently lost to. However her story of how she ended up where she was at was one that was familiar in many regards, sometimes you get in so deep that you end up staying where you are at because it wasn't just something you did any longer, it was your life. Betrayal was a dangerous game, but one that was to be expected within a criminal organization, that was one of the hazards of the job he supposed.

He filed that information away and would make sure not to ask about it. He took a sip of his fruit juice and thought about hoe he would answer her question, do I even really know why i'm here? He thought before he finally spoke, remembering that she was waiting for an answer." I spent most of my life fighting for other people, trapped in a cycle where everyone got paid but me. I don't want to be just a pawn any longer. I want the power and respect that I've fought for my whole life, if I have to start at the bottom here and work my way up then so be it. It may take me forever to climb the ladder , but at least there's a ladder to climb." He left out all of the personal problems that had driven him here, just like she had, there was no need to rehash any old wounds today. Nor did he feel it was important to tell her that he didn't care about being the boss, he just wanted the comfort to choose his life on his terms, the rest of the galaxy could get spaced if they didn't like it. She only needed to know that he would work his tail off to cement a place withing the Ravens, and earn enough trust to be able to sleep a full night without worrying about being murdered when he slept.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 
He could sense that this woman was strongly connected to the Force, and although he had a Master if he could learn anything from this woman then that would be a pluse, he adjusted his cloak when he realised his lightsaber was on display and followed her through the streets of Nar Shaddaa. He guessed that she was not a native or had visited the moon in a while because the droids had become common place by the time he had left his home. He thought on what the Red Ravens had brought to Nar Shaddaa, it had seemed to thrive under their new leaders but then again only criminals could make this moon thrive. He kept his hood covering his face as he spoke to Spencer.

"I'm Yuroic Xeraic, the droids are Red Ravens. They have been patrolling the streets, keeping people in line, well as in line as this place gets. It's still full of crime just a bit less of the more serious ones and no protesting about the new leaders here." He walked beside her as they waited outside the casino, he turned to her, "I wouldn't recommend that, I mean that the Red Ravens are friendly to their friends but dangerous to anyone else, I use to keep several of there non important members during my time here." He swallowed. "I mean that guy probably swaggered in thinking he was a big bad guy and now look, gunna be killed." He pointed.

He knew his words would mean very little but he was always one to protest and be quite serious, however if he was a few drinks later it would be a different story. "But if you go in so will I." He finally said as he used his assassin skills to sneak past the distracted guards.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Khristopher Helix"]
 
[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Jaster was near the end of his flask, though still sober. A patrol of droids rushed past him and his men, Jaster didn't like the look of it. Must be some protesters or ruffians messing with a Raven. Best not to help those who wish to die. Jaster didn't mind sticking his neck out for people, but not for those that would get his head off.

He approached a cantina, seems that's where the droids were heading as their was a low thug on the floor starring up at the droids. Best to just ignor it, he looked up at the bars sign, seemed interesting enough. Jaster caught a quick glimps of a man in a dark hood, it couldn't have been. Jaster was getting old, but he recognized the kid from Tatooine. He probably should keep his distance till he could get his guards positioned to help him out a bind if he wound up in it. Two full squads of Mandalorian Marines readied themselfs, got past the droids and sat down around the cantina. Jaster found himself a nice seat at the bar next to some people talking about stuff he didn't need to concern himself with.

He waved the bartender over, "I'll get a bottle of Mandalorian Ale, none of that laced crap ither, and trust me I'll know."
 
“No harm no foul. It would be silly of them to start problems with the Fringe. I’m part of the High Council.” Spencer didn’t want to mention more than that. She barely knew the man she was with and knowing the enemies Ashin and she had made over the years, it just wasn’t safe. Following in suit with the quiet walking and such, Spencer and her pal finally made it into the Casino. Everything was like the holovids that they showed of Nar Shadaa. A smile spread across her face as she was instantly distracted.

Though the excitement quickly wore off as she remembered the whole reason they had followed the droids here. “So these Red Ravens, they’re like the new gang running the place? Guess you can never escape organized crime. I’ve never heard of them before now - they must have just come recently into power or something. I really gotta get out more.” Still looking around, she remembered the rapture - the beginning of it all she nearly exploded from all the distortion of the force. It was a good thing she was capable of going into a deep meditation preserving her mind and body till everything had passed. Though, they were lost years, but she survived.

“There’s a bar over there, lets get a couple of drinks and check out the place. I want to know more about these Red Ravens.” Spencer quickly moved towards the bar and slid a couple of credits over ordering herself something along with whatever Yuroic decided to order. “If you can, tell me everything you know about this place and this gang that runs the moon. I’m curious.” Finally getting a good look at the droids whole she sipped her cocktail, she made note that they were known to be apart of the arsenal of the ACA. Curious indeed. Hearing someone order Mando Ale, Spencer looked down sadly at her Corellian whiskey and sighed. "That's the good stuff." Nodding towards the man that ordered it.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Genu Kudd"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
 
Raziel casually browsed a fashion store over the road from where [member="Spencer Jacobs"] had been a few moments before. There was no real need for the Spymaster himself to be out here in the field, but damned if he was going to accept a desk job. He’d grown up on Nal Hutta, and then Nar Shaddaa. Despite some painful memories he still basked in the atmosphere. He loved the vertical streets of the moon, enjoyed the smell, the noise, the lights. This had been his streets and he still came here regularly.

“Do you keep these in an extra small, or in a deep shade of ochre?” he asked to the small rodian behind the counter, as he ran his hand down the length of a shirt. The creature visibly blanched.

“[Would you like to see if I have one in the back?]” he asked. Raziel nodded and followed the shop owner. A few moments later he returned with a small parcel and left a few credit chits on the counter for appearances.

Garbed in typical civilian wear for the region, Raziel headed out into the bustling street. After a few metres he brushed up against a bothan, and the package was suddenly gone from his hands.

The Spymaster made a beeline for a side street. It was either his demeanour, or his presence in the Force, but no one ever jostled him, despite how thick the crowd was. Then he was brought to a halt, a pained expression flashing across his face. He knew that feeling, it was a kind of emotional feedback. There was another powerful empath here.

Raziel held his ground, quickly closing off his mind and scanning his surroundings. There, just further up the promenade. It was…Spencer Jacobs? The assassin had a near eidetic memory, and was frequently briefed on the command structures of both allied and enemy forces. They’d used several Spydors to observe recent Fringe gatherings, despite their tentative alliance. He imagined they reciprocated, of course, the game didn’t stop for something as trivial as a political alliance.

There was still a significant bounty on the woman’s head. If she was here, there must have been Fringe bodyguards, perhaps even Varanin herself nearby. Yet, as the Spymaster followed from a distance, there was no discernible pattern to the movements of the crowd. His keen eyes didn’t pick out anyone else trailing the Master. Was she here to negotiate an alliance with the criminals who now ran the world?

Raziel followed at a distance, careful to mask his presence and act casually. He paused to consider whether to follow into the casino.
 
[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

The bartender plopped the bottle in front of him as he was ready to reach for it he heard a women speak, looking over he noticed she nodded at him. Jaster realized she was confirming his choice of drink and decided, best to share. Leaving a sizable tip he reached for a second and third glass, sliding it over to his new found drinking partners. Jaster always did enjoy company to his drinking outings.

"I'm already buzzed, don't mind if you two can help me finish the bottle would you?" Jaster spoke normaly, forgetting to let the tong slide to sound a little buzzed.

Jaster got his useral tingly sensation from under his skin, working around nothing but force users and one finds out who's a force user. Jaster already knew the young man was a force user so it didn't bother him.

Setting the glasses down in a gesture of offering. "Don't worry, I'll do my best to not but." He grinned.
 
He looked at the woman as she mentioned being part of a Fringe council, due to his self imposed exile from the Jedi Order and living in this hovel of a planet he was unknown of the greater war between factions, he was part of the Rebel Alliance and the Red Ravens he knew due to their ownership of the moon.

"The Fringe? Not heard of them. The Smuggler's Moon needs organised crime to survive, it's the life and blood of this planet. The Red Ravens, I can't tell you much beyond common knowledge, they seem to be doing good for the moon's economy and there was little resistant to the new regime." He paused as he saw the Mandalorian, he shook his head slightly as he figured out that the saying, 'Small galaxy afterall' was a bit too accurate for his liking. He removed his hood to reveal his young face and short black hair.

He nodded to the Mandalorian as he ordered the strongest drink the bar had, neat. If he was going to have fun, he was GOING to have fun. He drinked the alcohol slowly, enjoying the taste and the strength of the drink. "So are you a Jedi, Sith or somewhere in between? I use to be a Jedi but I use to argue with their ideology of the Sith too much so I left, living somewhere in between the Force."

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
 

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