Don't Get in My Way

[Vilaz Munin]

Nar Shaddaa

The planet that has, arguably, the most crime activity in all of the Galaxy. Smugglers and other scum of the like could be seen at every corner of any street with goods being delivered to their client. Here, on Nar Shaddaa, criminals ran freely doing illegal things that were frowned upon and outlawed by governing factions such as the Galactic Republic and the Techno Union. Of course, the Techno Union currently has a sovereign rule on the Smugglers' Moon, but no law enforcement made a daring attempt to stop all illegal activity here on this vile moon. Not yet, at least.

But what were two Mandalorians doing on such a vile place with criminals and scum roaming the streets with nor worries? They could have been looking for an employer to hire them as their personal Bounty Hunters and Mercernaries, but they were independent Bounty Hunters that cooperated with each other and shared their winnings equally. There were others in their team, but this was only gathering information on a bounty that they were chasing after.

The Rattlesnake landed on one of the docking pads of Nar Shaddaa and in it were two Mandalorian Bounty Hunters. Vilaz was armored from head to toe with his personal Beskar'gm, but he wasn't quite sure about Arrbi. He only brought his armor, two refurnished WESTAR 34 pistols, a Fett-Kal knife, and two flashbangs. Their job was simple: drag whoever they felt like interrogating and see if they were a liable source. If not, then they'd spare that victim or terminate them and move on to the next one.

"Nothing but scum around us, vod," he said to his fellow brother-in-arm.

[member=Arrbi Betna]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"You see scum, I see opportunity," Betna said over their encrypted comms.

He also wore his armor, beaten and scuffed with age and use. On his hip rode his .44 and he let a slugthrower shotgun sit in its scabbard on his back. He carries hus usual assortment on gear, the only one that stood out being the beskad on his belt, the on Ijaat had made for him not long ago.

"Everyone here is a possible well of information, everyone has ties to everything. Never know where that may lead us," he said as he lead the way out of the ship and onto the tarmac.

"That said, the chances of that information being pertinent to our task raises the closer we get to a cantina."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Fair enough," was all he could reply to Arrbi and followed his lead to wherever they were going to. They were two men of the same rank within the Clans when it came to a time of war, but Vilaz always gave seniority to the Clan Leader of Betna. Vilaz always felt that Arrbi had much more experience than he did which he respected and acknowledge.

He turned his head to know his surroundings and could see people glancing at them which would stop when they saw Vilaz looking at them from underneath his buy'ce. Lucky for them that he wasn't going to drag one of them and beat them for what he needed.

They were meters away from the nearest cantina and said to his fellow Mandalorian, "Who are we gonna make crap their pants today, vod?" It was nothing personal, just business.

[member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"Hopefully no one," Betna said with a shrug as he pushed open the door to the cantina. Normally, the entryway opened on its own, but the large 'out of order, push to open' sign said otherwise. From the aged look of the flimsy, it had been out of order for a while.

The inside of the bar was about as decent as could be expected. Dingy flooring, dark corners, mystery stains on the ragged booth seats, and the usual clientele that frequented the place. As he stepped in, a sketchy looking pair of Rodians decided to go around the two Mandalorians rather than push their luck shouldering through two heavily armed and armored men. Betna tilted his head at the barkeeper, an aging male twi'lek with perhaps twenty kilos too much on his frame.

"I'll ask a few questions to the barman, see if we can't get something useful. Mind watching my back? Some places don't like folks being nosy. May have trouble if I touch a nerve."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Arriving at the cantina both men making their way to the bartended after manually opening the door that was out of order. Inside one's imagination of how a cantina located in Hutt Space would come to life and reality. All kinds of species scattered within the pub, everything from the floor to the ceiling looked ghetto, and violence would sometimes erupt from two patrons about some nonsensical things that no one cared about. And a good amount of violence would occur if the two Rodians that passed him and his fellow Mandalorian shouldered them which would lead the two offenders to their fate.

"Sure thing," he replied to Arrbi and walked away from him to mix himself in background while keeping an eye on the Chief of Clan Betna. The Field Marshal was sure no one would dare on their life to assault a Mandalorian like Arrbi, but in these types of neighborhoods people were odd, weird, and unexpected. It was, after all, a sandbox for criminals of all kinds.

[member="Arrbi Betna"]