Nar Shaddaa Lights

[Aela Talith]

Nar Shaddaa
Goto Spaceport

No explosions this time.

Not today.

Nar Shaddaa was a world that had always moved at it's own standard. Governments had tried to range it, organizations, countless cults and hundreds of gangs, but they never really understood what this world was about. It had been dubbed the Smuggler Moon millenia ago, a haven for criminals of all sorts. No one really had a chance of changing this place, of making it work in any other way. Kyrie knew that, anyone who had lived here for more than a month knew that. Nar Shaddaa was it's own kind of place, unlike any other in the galaxy.

It wasn't the Works on Coruscant, it wasn't the undercity on Empress Teta, it certainly wasn't Mos Eisly on Tatooine. No, Nar Shaddaa was it's own kind of rat hole.

Kyrie appreciated it for that, appreciated it for what it was. Chaos reigned these streets one way or another. Some would argue that wasn't true, that there was an order to this place, that the big stepped on the small and that was the way of things, but he knew the truth. Here on Nar Shaddaa even the oppressed mattered, even the lowliest refugee could change the course of history, they just had to know how.

That was why he was smiling as he wandered through the Goto Spaceport, a place named after some long forgotten crimelord.

Kyrie didn't know his history too well, but that hardly mattered for today. He wasn't here to learn history, just to make it. His smile spread slightly as he reached the security door, the guard having wondered away for a death stick or two while his boss was changing shifts. Kyrie peeled open the unprotected door, slipping through the small gap with a chuckle.

 

[Varius]

Nar shadda... A very peaceful day... well eaceful as it can be on a place like this one... which meant that maybe just MAYBE there will be less death today?
Varius looked around at some people fighting each other in a dark corner for a moment with the head covered by his hood, he decided to move on blending in the crowd, someone dressed like this would clearly be suspicious, but here... probably he'd be like any other.
He kept his lightsabers hidden seeming to look for something or someone around.

[member="Kyrie"]

 

[Raylan Aviar]

| [member="Varius"] | [member="Kyrie"] |
Raylan parked his ship far, far away from any movement that could be seen. He had heard that dodgy things happened on this planet, and wasn't going to take any risks. He put on his armour and a cloak which the hood covered his face. He was there to make some sort of deal with a merchant, and if he ran into any trouble along the way, he would have his saber ready on his belt, even though he barely knew how to turn it on. He had to avoid using his wings, because that was sure to attract unwanted attention, so he began the long walk to the filthy streets of the spaceport. Ray looked around at the people that were roaming the streets. He knew that most of them would be armed, but his armour would protect him. He had learnt from previous experiences to never go anywhere without protection, especially in a place like Nar Shaddaa. There was a mix of species at the spaceport, most of them unrecognizable, covered in cloaks and tattered clothing.

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Kyrie"] [member="Varius"] [member="Raylan Aviar"]

Yes Nar Shaddaa was a wild world. No one other world outdid it for its corrupted decadence. Changing it from the core was an impossibility. Yet there were those few. Men and woman of such great character and will they brought the moon under their heel. When they called for something to be done, it was. Rayl was once one such man.

Yet times change, and wars topple powers. This happened to him and the organization he heads. The Black Sun. Change was good though, running a nation was difficult but more so tiring. The old pirate still had bottomless pockets and relative youth left. There was still time to do something else. Nar Shaddaa was a good a place to help with that.

Rayl leaned up against the wing of his ship. Lighting up a cigar to enjoy and wasting time. He had plans but they weren't until tomorrow as he just arrived shortly ago. He'd think of something to do in the meanwhile, or have it thrust upon him.

 

[Raylan Aviar]

| [member="Rayl Wilded"] | [member="Varius"] | [member="Kyrie"] |
As Raylan moved his way around the spaceport, searching for the merchant, he spotted a man leaning up against his ship who had obviously just arrived. He seemed pretty comfortable to show his face so Ray walked up to him, his hood still covering his face. The man was smoking and looked like trouble so Ray stood a few metres away from him. Are you the merchant who wants to buy some droids? It felt uncomfortable to stand out in the open, exposed as Ray felt a million eyes staring him down behind his back.

 

[Aela Talith]

Spaceports were a wealth of information if you knew where to look and what you were looking for, and Kyrie always knew what he was looking for. Hundreds of ships past through his place every day, thousand a month and perhaps even millions a year. Some stayed for hours, some stayed for weeks, it didn't really matter how long, but they all registered with the central transport authority. That was a requirement of this place, even on the Smugglers Moon one had to report to traffic control, lest they end up a ball of fire and debris in one of the city streets.

He took a step to the side as a security guard stepped by him, a simple nod of the head being accepted as a greeting.

No one really questioned that he was back here, after all if he'd gained entrance to the secure zone there was no reason to suspect he wasn't supposed to be here. That was something that he had learned growing up, mostly people dind't question you if you walked with authority and played the part, especially if carried a datapad. He smiled again, this time offering the kind gesture to one of the receptionists that was hurrying along the hall.

There was a slight squeak of his boot as he turned on his heel.

The server room was down towards the south of the building, past another security door and through the main mess hall. Easy enough.

 

[Varius]

Kneeling down in the middle of the street in front of a drop blood, the young man looked around for a few moments then stood up again, thet most probably was just part of the normal sights on Nar Shadda, but he wasn't really acustomed with this planet. Getting close to where [member="Raylan Aviar"] and Rayl Wilded were staying, he paid no attention to the two since for him they were just part of the crowd, maybe just some guy talking to the other about burrowing th ship or something. However he did stopped someone that was passing by seeming to ask for informations, the man nodded and walked past Varius, the boy stood there for a while as if he was reflecting upon something.

[member="Kyrie"]

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Raylan Aviar"] [member="Varius"] [member="Kyrie"]

A very tall man asked him a very short question. He wasn't sure if this was a scam or legitimate business. Rayl certainly didn't look like any merchant. So that lead him to lean on the scam side of it. "No, I'm not looking to buy any droids boy. I may as well see if you have anything useful though. Though where are you keeping them"? Rayl took another drag from his cigar. Blowing the smoke in Raylan's direction. Scam or no he could get out of any trouble before he really got into it. So it may be worth it if he has anything of interest.

 

[Raylan Aviar]

[member=Rayl Wilded]
Even though this person wasn't the one he made the deal with, he could try to sell him a few droids. The droids are on Coruscant, but I have a catalogue here. I can put an order in for you and have them shipped to any location. Aviar took out a small tablet and turned in on, handing it to the peron. Marketplace. If we are to talk any longer, can we please go somewhere out of sight? The tablet was sure to attract attention, and Aviar was becoming paranoid.

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Varius"] [member="Kyrie"]

Rayl took a look at the strange merchants marketplace catalogue. Most of the products he was unfamiliar with. But understanding their details, most were probes. Which were fine until he got to one in particular. A large black drone with multiple limbs. He recognized these as old Imperial scout droids. Black Sun acquired some years ago when they refurbished old Imperial era Star Destroyers for service. Rayl double tapped the image and brought it up to fill the screen. Flipping the datapad around along with his demeanor. "This tech is over eight centuries old! Your trying to pass this crap off on people, on me? I don't think so. Scam someone else and kark off". Rayl lobbed the datapad back at [member="Raylan Aviar"]. He also flicked his cigar at his feet. An insult to the peddler. Rayl stormed off towards a near by building. He needed a drink to get the bad taste out of his mouth.

The building was actually for the spaceports personnel only. A secure area only those with clearance could access, or break into. Rayl held the former though. Since he literally used to rule this place, many of his old security clearances were still active. It pays to be the boss. Rayl slipped a card key through the slot, and in return the door unlocked. The Underlord entered without a look back at the door.

 

[Gisil]

Needing to refuel and do some shopping, Gisil landed on the spaceport of the Smuggler’s moon. She could feel a sickness inhabiting it; a sickness born of greed… but this greed always got her business.

Exiting her star courier she felt a presence familiar to her nearby. [Member=Raylan Aviar]. A fellow member of the Paladin Consortium, an outfit she frequently gets work from.
Another man was also there, though he was unfamiliar to her. It seemed they were about to start a transaction but she felt that something upset him and he stormed off.

Gisil felt bad for Raylan. “Poor fellow doesn't deserve that,” she thought. “He runs the Consortium’s Armory so I would think he would be trustworthy enough to do business with.”

Approaching him, she picked up the datapad the other man threw down and handed it back. “You alright?” she asked. “What are you selling?”

 

[Victoria Treadway]

Nar Shadaa
Location: Unknown

Sometimes when the lost want to be unseen they begin to hide in the darkest of places allowing their emotions and needs to forget to wash over them and drown them. Here in this place Vicky found herself, they offered enough drugs to keep her from feeling bad, and enough people to pretend they knew her to make her feel good.

She laid back looking up at the ceiling, a dance of colors above her intertwining, fading, dazzling to the eye and the imagination. Another puff and she'd forget her name for a while, a few more after that and they'd carry her to the back and let her sleep it off. As long as her sister continued to put credits in her account she could do this, but for how long and how long before it all caught up to her.

She was laying on a cloud as it was no more thought to responsibility, hurt, inadequacies, nothing she didn't have to think about anything at all. She finally found some peace.