It's Just Business

[Nisha Decrilla]

HYPERSPACE
EN ROUTE TO NABOO

Naboo was a truly beautiful planet, rolling hills, crystal clear waters and cities with architecture that took your breath away. She had sent Parla on a hunt for new premises and judging by the data slate in her hand, her search had proved promising. The clientele here would be of a higher level and that required a different approach in the running of the club.

Idea's were rolling through her mind. She could have private rooms for those who wished to discuss sensitive matters. Waitresses to serve tables as well as a bar, and maybe, just maybe, she'd squeeze a dejarik table or two in for the few who liked to gamble.

She looked up from the images in front of her, having reached her apprentices quarters. Sh apped gently on the door. She had been vague when she'd swept the girl from Templestone, she'd simply told her that there was an opportunity for her to learn something new.

And to pack clothes that blended in.

She waited to the count of three, before letting herself in to the guest quarters. "We should be approaching Naboo within the hour." she told the girl with a smile "Time for us to run through the details."

[member="Grimoire"]

 

[Shorarri]

Hyperspace

S.S. Broken Bow end route to Naboo

Shorarri had been hunting tirelessly for the men who had taken his people. During his short time away from Kashyyyk Shorarri had visited many strange worlds, but he never felt any wiser. Every world he visited seemed so different from his own. Every culture a new experience and the more he saw the less he knew. He began to wonder if he'd ever find his old tribe and across the galaxy he saw things that began to shake his faith in the goodness of others. Aristocrats clad in Wookiee cloaks, gangsters killing others for a cheap thrill. He was even invited into the home of a noble once only to discover the man had planned on skinning him for a rug. He needed a vacation and so he bought a ticket to paradise.

The S.S. Broken Bow was not a pretty ship. It was all angles and the paint had long since faded. Scorch marks and dents coated it's hull. The interior was even worse. The quarters were cramped, with twenty people often forced to stay in a room meant for two. Trash and rubbish littered the ship. The place stank of poodoo as the restrooms were inoperable and people went where ever they could find the most privacy. Disease was rampant and some even began to die. The corridors were dimly lit as power was kept to a minimal. The cargo hold was the only place one could have a little space to sit. But that would end as people with poorly made makeshift beds began to return to there "quarters" and sprawled out in the open to sleep. This was first class and currently where Shorarri slept.

"Grorh rowor wror!" Shorarri was currently playing a game of pazaak for a meager amount of credits and it was not looking good.

"Look pal I won fair and square!" A small Duros argued.

"GRARGH WROAR HOOROO!"

"Whoa let's not bring anyone's mother into this. Settle down okay. I don't need the creds anyways,"
The Duros began to reach for his waist as if to put his deck away then withdrew a blaster, spilling his cards everywhere.

"WROAR!!!" Shorarri flipped the table and the Duros tumbled backwards with it. He let loose a shot harmlessly into the ceiling. Then Shorarri stepped over the table and cold clocked the sentient. He'd be out for the rest of the trip. The Wookiee gathered the Duros deck and slipped them in his satchel. He was sure to win next time, now that he had new cards.

[member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Grimoire was glad she could return the dress of her simple Sith dark purple robes and black cloak. A tap on her door and the voice of her master caused her to stand from her resting recline. Grimoire turned from her slumbering to pass her golden eyes upon Anaya. Pushing from the bed she rose like a pale spectre.

"Naboo?" Grimoire said as her eyes narrowed. "What business do we have with Naboo, master?"

This mission was becoming stranger and stranger. She had received a summons during her operations on Templestone by her master, but, the details of her necessary appearance were vague at best. Cryptic as always. "to learn something new..." The words bounced around in the black matter of Grimoire's brain. Learn something new indeed.