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[Modi Orrax]

Nar Shaddaa, a place where the galaxies most wretched come to conglomerate. A place where thousands come to hide. A place where, for some, they come to enjoy a short stay at one of the many casinos or visit the creatures of night that call it home. Nar Shaddaa... Modi always heard about Nar Shaddaaa from all the other kids in the Orphanage, how it was always this great place full of adventure and how its been a pivotal point in many times throughout galactic history. And now he was here. To dive right in to the wretched hive of scum and villany for himself and learn what really goes on on Nar Shaddaa...

"What do you mean only 50 Credits!? Do you know how many goons I had to dodge just to get the part for you!?"

Modi's voice rang out as he stood in the dark corner of the alley behind the Vibrant Rose, a rather divey bar by comparison to many in the floating islands of Nar Shaddaa.

"Look kid, its all I can do, the piece is hot. you stole from the Suns, what do you expect hmm? They find out I have the parts needed for their bike well its my neck on the chopping block."

The Iridonian spoke to the young man, his hands turning over the turbo. he gave a soft huff of a laugh.

"Tell you what, I can do 75, thats the most I can do."

"Fine. pass it on."

The Iridonian let out another laugh and pocketed the turbo, with one hand extended outwards he offered the young man a sack of credits. They jingled nicely as Modi snatched them up. Before the Iridonian could speak, Modi had already turned to leave, flashing a rude gesture as he did so.

"Comm me next time you got work, I've got to get myself out of this shit hole."

With his new haul 'scored' Modi made his way around the front of the dive bar and found a spot at the bar itself. He dropped a couple of the credits he had just earned and muttered.

"Corellian old fashioned... in a clean glass."​

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[Marion Coeur]

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Marion sat at the orher end of the bar in a stunning one piece dress of white. She drank from a martini glass, sipping the liquor softly with her moist and firm lips. She looked over at the Young Man who had entered and through down credits, ordering s glass. Taking another drink, ahe moved closer, and said,

“You have good taste, one can tell a lot about a person by what drink they order indeed.”

She smiled as she held a martini.

“I suppose mine reveals I am traditional, and boring.”

She said this with a slight chuckle.

“Or maybe it means I need someyhing steady in this crazy galaxy..”

Her eyes drifted for a moment as she thought about something before coming back.

“My name is Marion.”

She took another sip and watched the Man. She was good at reading people, he seemed to have the air of someone desperate for a change.

 

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Marion sat at the orher end of the bar in a stunning one piece dress of white. She drank from a martini glass, sipping the liquor softly with her moist and firm lips. She looked over at the Young Man who had entered and through down credits, ordering s glass. Taking another drink, ahe moved closer, and said,

“You have good taste, one can tell a lot about a person by what drink they order indeed.”

She smiled as she held a martini.

“I suppose mine reveals I am traditional, and boring.”

She said this with a slight chuckle.

“Or maybe it means I need someyhing steady in this crazy galaxy..”

Her eyes drifted for a moment as she thought about something before coming back.

“My name is Marion.”

She took another sip and watched the Man. She was good at reading people, he seemed to have the air of someone desperate for a change.

Modi had kept his gaze on the sphere of seemingly crystal clear ice floating in the center of his glass in a sea of amber. With one hand clutched around it he would take a long pull from it. Bittersweet, but smooth, the taste of the casket the whiskey was brewed in coming in at the end. He gave an approving nod before he would look over at the woman in the white dress.

"I've heard that a time or two before, tell me. What does my drink of choice say about me? Besides my good taste that is."​

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There was a hint of skepticism in the mans voice, he swirled the amber drink looking towards her. The Dive bar played a strange set of music, a bit different than the usual scenes playing more fast paced and lively songs. A live band played within the Bar. A red lipped singer would showcase her vocal prowess over the sounds of a smooth jazz feel. Modi's eyes would track the woman in white for a moment before drifting off to the singer, then back to his drink. He took another pull from it before looking at her with a slow upwards nod.

"Name's Modi, pleasure." ​

 

[Marion Coeur]

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Marion took another sip and listened to the man who revealed his name.

“I would say it speaks to you want a new start, and are bitter that something is holding you back.”

The Lady persed her lips and then covered them with her freshly painted fingers that had a larimar blue shine.

“Sorry, I made that up. Corellia is a shipyard as you probably know and so I figured ships and new start.”

She brushed her brunette hair aside out of her eyes, and heard the band began to play. She loved the Jazz style notes and the solo singer who everyone pretended to pay no attention to. She often felt like these Bar Singers, dressed in finery and invisible, trying to make her voice be heard by those who fixated on their troubles.

“Forgive me, I am projecting. Nar Shaddaa isn’t exacrly where ai expected myself to end up.”

 

[Modi Orrax]

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Marion took another sip and listened to the man who revealed his name.

“I would say it speaks to you want a new start, and are bitter that something is holding you back.”

The Lady persed her lips and then covered them with her freshly painted fingers that had a larimar blue shine.

“Sorry, I made that up. Corellia is a shipyard as you probably know and so I figured ships and new start.”

She brushed her brunette hair aside out of her eyes, and heard the band began to play. She loved the Jazz style notes and the solo singer who everyone pretended to pay no attention to. She often felt like these Bar Singers, dressed in finery and invisible, trying to make her voice be heard by those who fixated on their troubles.

“Forgive me, I am projecting. Nar Shaddaa isn’t exacrly where ai expected myself to end up.”

Modi laughed a bit, hefting up his glass towards her, a small amount of the amber liquid splashing out of it. He took another pull before setting the glass back down half full from its original point. He turned to face her a bit more evenly. His blue eyes reflected much of the neon that would glow about the place, and his new angle revealed much of the stubble that was growing on his cheeks and chin.

"You and me both, Growing up I heard this is where alot of stuff happened, stuff that made people into something."

He huffed again, leaning one arm on the bartop.

"We'll see, astute though. I am actually from Corellia, was found in Coronet City. Grew up running around the Streets. You?"​

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[Marion Coeur]

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Marion nodded as he spoke of Nar Shaddaa, ahe had been told the same.

“People make Nar seem like Coruscant, when it is more akin to Mos Eisley in a metropolitan shroud.”

She downer the cocktail and went to order another. This Corellian was keen on sharing, when her profession was about concealing.

“I grew up on Manaan, an ocean planet where I watched the waves everyday from my bedroom. I miss the sea..”

She sighed, her eyes trembling a little as she tapped the counter for another drink.

 

[Modi Orrax]

Marion Coeur

Modi watched her for a moment, the young man leaning fully on the bar. He tilted his head after a moment.

"I got to see the golden beaches pretty often. Was never allowed in because it was too expensive but. I got close enough to smell the ocean."

After a moment he finished his drink, watching the clear sphere roll around in the glass. He raised a brow up to her, studying her facial features and her dress for a moment before speaking up.

"This place is pretty Divey, you look to be a bit more... Of money to be here. Looking for something?"​

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[Marion Coeur]

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Marion recieved another martini which she played with the skewered olive, she turned to Modi,

“I am a tad over dressed. The truth is I do not care for the hith society soirees. I like the beat of clubs and the lights, distracts me from..”

Her big eyes rolled for a moment and then back to him.

“..the mundane.”

He was rather cleaver, reading through her masks. She had to be careful, her assignment was too important.

“I have a contact I need to meet, will you exuse me a moment. Don’t go away.”

Stepping outside the Bar a cloaked figure walked up and held a device to her, she took it and put it in her purse, and returned inside.

“There.. where were we?”

 

[Modi Orrax]

Marion Coeur

He watched her leave for a moment, his eyes tracking her as she left. He huffed to himself for a moment before looked back to the barkeep, dropping another credit chit on the bar before taking his fresh drink. When the woman returned he was sipping his drink studying her once more

"The mundane?"

the man motioned towards the world around him, and himself included.

"Must be pretty important, if you have to meet your person like that."​

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[Marion Coeur]

Modi was proving more perceptive than she had anticipated. She gave a slight laugh as she brushed her hair aside,

“Maybe mundane isn’t the word. My line of work for most would be thrilling, and to a degree it is. However, even the most exciting life can become dull. Take for instance a gourmet meal.. have it occassionally and you savor the flavor. Now take that same meal, eat it three times a day and you will be begging for diner food indeed.”

She made a big wide smile, and her eyes fluttered from right to left.

The remark about her Contact was noted and she chose to be blatantly honest.

“Yes, he is my Handler. I have a job that requires well, less than Lady like skills.”

She felt her blaster pistol in her bosom, it tightly pressed under a flap of cloth at her cleavage line.

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[Modi Orrax]

Marion Coeur

Modi tilted his head towards her in thought. A series of thoughts crossed his mind, curious as they were one stuck out, her word choice, specifically the word handler. Modi may have grown up a street rat by all definitions of the word, hustling parts or stealing them, or even working in the legit shop here and there. Yet even in all of that, you pick up things, you listen long enough people forget you're even there and become a bit more loose lipped.

"So a job that requires less than lady like skills, you have a handler."

He gave himself a soft huff of a laugh.

"If you tell me what your job is are you going to have to kill me then?"

He was only half joking, as his words left him he was shifting in his chair, maybe to some it looked like casual stirring, or maybe to others it looked like he was preparing to run should he need to. A fight in a bar is one thing. A fight with someone actually trained is a whole different beast.​

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[Marion Coeur]

Marion smiled as Modi seemed to become uneasy and repeat the word, “Handler.” Normally she would have concealed her operations. But the reason she was here warranted some truth.

“I have not been entirely honest. I am going to a party, and there is someone there that requires ‘special attention.’ I need someone there to give me cover and if need be get their ‘hands dirty.’ If you come with me, and we succeed on this op you will be handsomely rewarded. If not, you can have another glass of Corellian on me and I will be gone, out of your life.”

She studied him, looking for a tick or sign of what he might do. It was a big ask, though the compensation if they survived would be worth more than he’d ever get selling parts.

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[Modi Orrax]

Marion Coeur

A job? She was offering him a job. Typically people hired him to scrounge parts or boost speeders. The occasional legitimate job here and there would come through but, this job. It had trouble written all over it. Trouble... What kind of trouble. Admittedly part of the man was curious, almost chomping at the bit. He continued to stir, his icy blue eyes now completely focused on the woman infront of him.

"What kind of dirty work?"​

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[Marion Coeur]

Marion took the blaster pistol out of her bosom wns placed it on the counter.

“The kind where this will be needed.”

Her big cow eyes focused on him, he seemed amenable to the idea, but he was well within reason to question the OP.

“I am going to level with you, the chance of us being killed is high. The target is an Imperial Officer. I need to mention that. If you have a love for Empire, then I suggest you not throw in with me. However, if we succeed you will receive 160,000 credits.”

The amount was percise, as was the plan, but dealing Modi in was a risk. If he said no, then she may have to burn the op, and let this Officer, The Butcher of Tython slip through her fingers again and wait for another chance.

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[Modi Orrax]

The second the words left her lips Modi nearly fell out of his chair. His body stiffening greatly at the amount stated was more than he had ever thought about having. Hell he could damn near buy a ship of his own with those credits. Perhaps escape somewhere. Then. The realization of her previous words hit him like a shuttle coming out of hyperspace. High likelihood of death.

"You are aware I am not much of a fighter right? I mean, yeah I've fought in bar's but. I've never killed anyone. Hell I've never even shot my own gun."

The young mans voice began to grow a bit in volume before he would notice a few turning their heads in their general direction. He hushed back down once more, focusing on her and covering the blaster with his hand.

"Why me? You barely know my name, unless you've been watching me for a while now. In which if you had, thats a little weird lady."

Marion Coeur​

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[Marion Coeur]

Marion was amused when he doubled over hearing the reward. It was a sizable sum, though as Moei recomposed himself she sensed from his face that he recalled the failure rate was high, which meant death.

“I do not need a great fighter, what I need is someone who had the will to survive.”

Her bug eyes looked at him.

“I chose you because this can be your big chance. To change your fortunes, and do something important.”

She then sighed as she reached for pistol underneath his hand, their fingers touching.

“The catch always is chance. A chance it could go south and we will both end up dead. The only consolation I can give is you are not taking the risk alone.”

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When she reached for the pistol, a part of the young man acted. His hand clamped down slightly, as if he didn't want her to pull the gun away. His eyes were steadied on hers. Focused. Though as they were his breathing was heavy and labored as if he was going to pass out from the sheer amount of adrenaline pushing through his body.

"Say we do this... I do this... What happens to me after? Am I suddenly a spy for the Republic? Or can I take my reward and go?"

His words were slow, and steady, yet even as they were. There was a hesitance behind them, almost a panic. But it was quickly overshadowed by... Perhaps pride?

"I am not a soldier, but a survivor? I've crawled myself out of slums worse than this before. That, I can promise you."​

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[Marion Coeur]

She let his hand test on hers, her cheeks pinking to indicate a rush of blood to them.

“You can do as you wish, take the reward and go wherever you want. My People..”

She was careful not to mention if it was The Republic or not.

“My People do not create debrs as the Hutts and Syndicates do. The op is a one off, we succeed and you are free to go.”

She smiled as their hands remained on top of each other, she smiled, her great eyes on him.

“You don’t have to take it, the danger is great..”

She said this lowering her mask a bit, she actually cared and wa not going to sell him on heroics. The choice was to be clear cut, no funny business.

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[Modi Orrax]

The mans chest continued to rise and fall slowly. In the moment every sound grew more clear, every sight became sharper. More clear. Stealing and dodging a gang is easy enough. Pretending to be one of them long enough to get alone time with a bike was easy enough. But this. He took in another sharp breath before he lifted his hand.

"What's the time table. Does this need to be done tonight. Is there a dress code for this party? I only have this outfit..."​

She let his hand test on hers, her cheeks pinking to indicate a rush of blood to them.

“You can do as you wish, take the reward and go wherever you want. My People..”

She was careful not to mention if it was The Republic or not.

“My People do not create debrs as the Hutts and Syndicates do. The op is a one off, we succeed and you are free to go.”

She smiled as their hands remained on top of each other, she smiled, her great eyes on him.

“You don’t have to take it, the danger is great..”

She said this lowering her mask a bit, she actually cared and wa not going to sell him on heroics. The choice was to be clear cut, no funny business.

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Marion smiled her cheeks around her mouth wrinkling.

“The Op is tonight. We will provide you approperate attire.”

She took out a comlink out of her purse. She said off measurments as she eyed him.

“You don’t have to be an ace shot. Just keep yourself alive and if you can, keep me alive too.”

She said this as she kept her hand on his.

“One more thing, how would you prefer your remains to be tended to if we should fail?”

This was macabre part of her job, there was a chance they would get gunned down or worse.

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