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[Hacks]

Refugee Sector
Nar Shaddaa

Hacks walked the streets of the Vertical City. It was slowly becoming home, but she missed Denon, the energy there was altogether different, and the opportunities felt endless. Nar Shaddaa was a cesspit of greed and addiction, so she supposed she should fit in here. Her shoulders hung low and she walked with a heavy, drooping step. She shouldered through crowds of pedestrians with ease. There weren't many eking out a living in the Refugee Sector who would also cause trouble with a seven foot, four armed cyborg barging their way through the streets.

She spotted Count Zero up ahead, near the markets by her apartment. It was a club that slammed the latest in synthwave from Denon and was a second home to many slicers in the district, whether it was the young and charming Johnny Diamonds, the elusive, red-eyed Cypher, or Hacks. She was wounding her way towards there, intending to set up shop for a job later in the evening. Slice into Nakaioma Corporations logistics systems, reroute a freighter and rob them blind. Easy.

Hacks paused in her step when someone caught her eye. She turned and scanned them, facial recognition programming displayed over her retina. She didn't need the scan to know she's seen that face before, but never knew his name. He was in the senate chambers when the bounty hunters had attacked. She had seen him on the security cameras. A Jedi? she wondered, what the hell was the coincidence just weeks after her encounter with Cato. She had lived thirty one years of her life without meeting a single Jedi, and in one month she's now seen two in the flesh.

He looked in rough shape, and not like Cato who's home was Nar Shaddaa and understood the streets well. Ordinarily Hacks would have just ignored them and kept walking but Cato had done good by her, even if she had swindled him out of two antique phrik swords left by the dead Jedi The Dark Man. She grumbled annoyance. She was prone to double crossing friends and allies, but something else about Cato tugged at her. He was a good man, even if a little annoying when he decided to speak.

"Screw it," she bitterly mumbled under her breath and began a beeline towards the Jedi, the least she could do was ask if he needed any help. Then she was even with Cato.

Jax Thio

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Nar Shaada
Equipment: Traveling Clothes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Hacks


Jax wasn't afraid of Nar Shaada, far from it, the planet was filled with Bounty Hunters, Smugglers and all sorts of very nice people that Jax had associated himself over the years. In fact, the Lower levels of Coruscant where he lived can best be described as a mini-Nar Shadaa. This type of atmosphere where everyone is trying to size you up is the time social climate that Jax preferred it kept him alert. However, that was when he had was connected to the Force. Without that connection, Jax had to rely on his wits and his natural ability to get by and while it was enough, he really wished he had the Force with him again.

"Won't be long until I can get to the spaceport," he muttered. "I'm along the Silver boarder."

He was in a mini cantina with a couple of drunken people face down onto the table. In front of Jax was a small glass of Nova Blast that he just ordered. Jax wrapped his fingers around the shot glass and was about to drink before two men Bounty Hunters by the looks of it arrived demanding the bartender to provide them drinks. "Oi!" One of them said staring at Jax. "Who's this?"

Jax said nothing beginning to drink.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" The Bounty Hunter growled. "Or do I need to loosen your tongue with me knife?!"

 

[Hacks]

Hacks brushed past the cantinas wide, open windows and glanced to the Jedi seated inside. She followed in behind two other patrons entering when she heard one of the two suddenly shout, "Oi! Who's this?", gesturing to the Jedi who remained silent, "Hey, I'm talking to you! Or do I need to loosen your tongue with me knife?!"

Hacks felt a burning need to roll her eyes, she shouldered her way between them and shoved past. At seven foot, four arms and covered in chrome, Hacks was an indomitable sight around the Refugee Sector. She hiked a thumb behind her at the two in the doorway as she moved to sit herself opposite to Jax at his booth, "You usually deal with these type of chip-rot bozos?"

She could only imagine that the two behind her were seething, and in her mind it involved a lot of slobber and drooling, like rage-mad canines. They reminded her of the bottom feeders on Nar Shaddaa. The type that learned hard, life-ending lessons. Her plastic eyes met Jax's and she said, "You know it's never smart to not stand your ground against these type of idiots? I had to teach another Jedi that lesson once, idiot was begging to get stabbed by ignoring the disrespect."

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Nar Shaada
Equipment: Traveling Clothes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Hacks

Jax remained silent his back turned when he heard the two men taunting him. From the corner of his eye, he could see that they were wearing the typical Bounty Hunter amror. Cladded in durasteel, jetpack, flamethrower wrist. They could easily be mistaken for Mandalorians but Mandos weren't this...... brutish. "You should leave friend," the bartender whispered. "These Bounty Hunters tend to get antsy."

"Haven't finished my drink," Jax said as he heard another voice speak this time a female's voice. He raised an eyebrow when she called him a Jedi which caused the Bounty Hunter's to laugh.

"This little stick is a Jedi?!" One of the men said to the woman. "He's a Jedi and I'm the Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance!"

"I'm not a Jedi," Jax said finally deciding to turn around and face the group. "I'm just a simple man trying to make his way through the Galaxy."

"Sure you are!" One of the Bounty Hunters spat. "I don't like the look of you! You look like you were chewed up and chit out by an Anoatian Pit Beast!"

"I stated who I am," Jax said. "I can buy you all a round if you like and we can all be on our way."

 

[Hacks]

"This little stick is a Jedi?!" One of the goons said to Hacks, "He's a Jedi and I'm the Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance!" Hacks frowned, clicked her tongue and grimaced, "I hope that wasn't a joke because no ones laughing, bozo." Then Jax spoke up, "I'm not a Jedi, I'm just a simple man trying to make his way through the Galaxy."

"Sure you are!" One of the Bounty Hunters spat, "I don't like the look of you! You look like you were chewed up and chit out by an Anoatian Pit Beast!" Hacks was about to say something when Jax spoke first, "I stated who I am, I can buy you all a round if you like and we can all be on our way." Hacks spun in her seat to look at the hunters, incredulous as she held up a hand to halt the conversation, "Hold up morons, you just said you don't believe he's a Jedi, then when he says he's not a Jedi you don't believe him? Who thehell fried your brains?"

She looked to Jax, "Don't offer tweedledee and tweedledumb here drinks." She crossed her four arms across her chest, "Now I came here to ask you if you need help, repay a favour a Jedi did for me," she held up a hand, "And don't give me that you're only a simple man crap either, I've seen you with my own eyes in your weird robes you magic-cops from the Core love to wear."

She left out the part that she had only seen his face before because she was helping the group that had orchestrated the attack on the senate, or that she was friends with Koda Fett and aided him in his escape. It would do her no favours here and end her mission of paying back Cato's good karma.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Nar Shaada
Equipment: Traveling Clothes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Hacks


How did this woman know that Jax was a Jedi he will have to ask later but with the way she unleashed her four metal arms reminded Jax of General Grevious: The Legendary Jedi Killer. "Next thing I know; she'll be asking for my Lightsaber." Jax thought. "A fine addition to her collection."

"You think we're afraid of you?!" One of the Bounty Hunters raised his flamethrower. "Gonna tear you apart spider girl!"

"What a terrible insult," Jax grabbed his drink and hurled it at the man's arm. The glass shattered against the flamethrower throwing the Bounty Hunter's aim off.

Jax then used that opportunity to grab the chair and smashed it against the Bounty Hunter's head. Blood came pouring out from his forehead as he howled in pain while Jax whacked him across the jaw hearing a sickening crack. "Broken jaw....." Jax smirked while the other bounty hunter ran up to Jax attempting to tackle him.

"Fucking nerf herder!" He shouted.