The Admiralty
Nar Shaddaa
[member="Sena Lassiter"]
The future is dead. Ya don’t realize it, until you finally straddle along the boulevards of Nar Shaddaa. It’s a con, the planet I mean, a long con of the few people that truly make the bucks in the cesspit I call my home. Future’s dead because the only people that truly make a living outta here are the ones taking it from the others.
So for the weak? The dumb? Simply dem people that ain’t interested in getting there over the backs of others? They are fethed, trust me, I know. I have been one of ‘em, not the weak or the dumb - just a guy who never really enjoyed fekking with other people to get what he wanted.
Sure, maybe a robbery ‘ere and there. Sometimes some assault and I might have caused that traffic incident in ‘27. Doesn’t mean nothing, I tell ya. But shet changes ya start to finally realize just how much of a ploy the whole world is in here. That’s what it was, like I already said, a long con of the ring leaders and underbosses. Money flowed in a current, a never changing constant from the extreme depths of the stragglers to finally reach one man, and one man only.
Popo. Sure, there were others, leaches that took their own cuts, but in the grand scheme of things? Even Jimmy hadn’t been the boss of more than a few districts on his own, nah… Popo. The self-proclaimed King and Ruler of Nar Shaddaa.
Anyway. I am rambling here. Sitting on the opposite side of the Cage, one of the slightly more profitable and trendy businesses of the upper downside of ‘Shaddaa. Think… movie club mixed with the occasional brothelry, classy whores though, always paid more.
Don’t think I am planning on taking it over, because I am sitting here though. I am just passing through, watching the action, looking at dem people moving from here to there, flow of the crowd ya know? Gotta plan in advance, ya never know what might happen.
Took a lighter and lit my cigarette, would be a while before I’d take my leave.