THE UNDEFEATED
Nar Shaddaa, it was home to many of the people the kind of people he would need. However, there were many powerful gangs on Nar Shaddaa. However he decided to search after those disenfranchised such as himself, that lead him to a meeting with the Lirak Cartel, or what was left of it from what he had heard.
The Matador was an oddity, a mass of Beskar plate with a leather navy cloak clinging to his form. But, there were many oddities on Nar Shaddaa, many species he had never even seen before. Various lifeforms he had never even laid eyes on before, coming in all shapes and sizes. Ithorians, zabraks. His eyes were waylaid, drawn from the task at hand by the various sites. The informant had instructed him to meet in the third alleyway on Tellimor street. It happened to be a marketplace, busy with life. The alleyways were far apart, this marketplace stretched miles across the surface of the station.
Green and Purple assaulted his vision, flashing neon lights and loud salesmen attacked his eyes. It was, frustrating. But was little different than the battle field, a mess of sound and feeling around him. It didn't bother him, much.
Nar Shaddaa reminded him of concept drawings he had seen of massive space stations, much of which even in this day and age had never came to fruition. His dreams weren't going to be like that.
The Matador arrived at his destination, a dark alley way with various men in dirty mesh outfits, some wearing Durasteel. But mostly cheap Plasteel mesh.
He walked past a few, skulking frail men acting as if they were bouncers or bullies. One of the two, neither of which he seemed convinced of. They knew he was coming and let him pass. They gave him something you might call dagger eyes, peering at his towering height and well equipped weaponry with a mixture of jealously and fear.
Ahead of him, was a large open area with high rises all round. The fact they chose somewhere perfect for an ambush did not bode well in his mind, perhaps these were not the right people to reach out to. Their leader was a man wearing a brown overcoat on top of a heavy Durasteel suit of armour, complete with a gas max. What some would call a real character.
"Aye man, you looking to meet?"
"Yes. You are a representative of the Lirak Cartel?"
@Ar'ekk
The Matador was an oddity, a mass of Beskar plate with a leather navy cloak clinging to his form. But, there were many oddities on Nar Shaddaa, many species he had never even seen before. Various lifeforms he had never even laid eyes on before, coming in all shapes and sizes. Ithorians, zabraks. His eyes were waylaid, drawn from the task at hand by the various sites. The informant had instructed him to meet in the third alleyway on Tellimor street. It happened to be a marketplace, busy with life. The alleyways were far apart, this marketplace stretched miles across the surface of the station.
Green and Purple assaulted his vision, flashing neon lights and loud salesmen attacked his eyes. It was, frustrating. But was little different than the battle field, a mess of sound and feeling around him. It didn't bother him, much.
Nar Shaddaa reminded him of concept drawings he had seen of massive space stations, much of which even in this day and age had never came to fruition. His dreams weren't going to be like that.
The Matador arrived at his destination, a dark alley way with various men in dirty mesh outfits, some wearing Durasteel. But mostly cheap Plasteel mesh.
He walked past a few, skulking frail men acting as if they were bouncers or bullies. One of the two, neither of which he seemed convinced of. They knew he was coming and let him pass. They gave him something you might call dagger eyes, peering at his towering height and well equipped weaponry with a mixture of jealously and fear.
Ahead of him, was a large open area with high rises all round. The fact they chose somewhere perfect for an ambush did not bode well in his mind, perhaps these were not the right people to reach out to. Their leader was a man wearing a brown overcoat on top of a heavy Durasteel suit of armour, complete with a gas max. What some would call a real character.
"Aye man, you looking to meet?"
"Yes. You are a representative of the Lirak Cartel?"
@Ar'ekk