Nar Shaddaa – 11pm
The cold streets of Nar Shaddaa housed some of the most ruthless scum that ever walked the galaxy streets. Adele really was never a fan of showing up here, she had spent a good amount of time working the underground and making a name for herself the past couple of weeks. To them she was a new face, someone still looking to prove themselves. Leaning against one of the clubs that was frequented by some of the most prolific members of the syndicates that used Nar Shaddaa as their home, Adele looked through her small datapad.
The names of some of the bigger Hutts were listed, the one she was looking for wasn’t here. He resided on a station called “The Wheel”. Shaking her head, she wondered if the people naming it just weren’t all that creative. Eyes lifted from the list as she watched a group wander into the club, they were who she was looking to meet with. Fingers continued to dance along her tablet until she pulled up the invitation.
It would look too desperate if she wandered in right away, also she was waiting on her partner. Adele put the datapad back into her jacket pocket, a pair of aviators slipped out and moved over her face. They were special glasses with hidden tricks along with a camera. That camera would be able to take quick snips of the meeting also record quietly. Looking down at her watch, she sighed and kicked her foot back against the wall. Frowning, she mumbled under her breath – you’re usually never late.
If everything worked out, they would be getting the job of moving some Spice for the Hutt inside. She knew some of the basic details of the run from asking around and getting leads towards it. A hand rested on her chin and she knew they were going to need to pick up some crew members, looking towards the club, she figured some could be hidden inside.
[member="Simona Campos"] [member="Velero Faren"]
The cold streets of Nar Shaddaa housed some of the most ruthless scum that ever walked the galaxy streets. Adele really was never a fan of showing up here, she had spent a good amount of time working the underground and making a name for herself the past couple of weeks. To them she was a new face, someone still looking to prove themselves. Leaning against one of the clubs that was frequented by some of the most prolific members of the syndicates that used Nar Shaddaa as their home, Adele looked through her small datapad.
The names of some of the bigger Hutts were listed, the one she was looking for wasn’t here. He resided on a station called “The Wheel”. Shaking her head, she wondered if the people naming it just weren’t all that creative. Eyes lifted from the list as she watched a group wander into the club, they were who she was looking to meet with. Fingers continued to dance along her tablet until she pulled up the invitation.
It would look too desperate if she wandered in right away, also she was waiting on her partner. Adele put the datapad back into her jacket pocket, a pair of aviators slipped out and moved over her face. They were special glasses with hidden tricks along with a camera. That camera would be able to take quick snips of the meeting also record quietly. Looking down at her watch, she sighed and kicked her foot back against the wall. Frowning, she mumbled under her breath – you’re usually never late.
If everything worked out, they would be getting the job of moving some Spice for the Hutt inside. She knew some of the basic details of the run from asking around and getting leads towards it. A hand rested on her chin and she knew they were going to need to pick up some crew members, looking towards the club, she figured some could be hidden inside.
[member="Simona Campos"] [member="Velero Faren"]