Public Nostalgia´s Gambit

[Vashra Foss]

Vashra Foss stood at the edge of the landing platform, the engines of her ship, the Red Dagger, cooling with a low hum behind her. The familiar sights and sounds of Nar Shaddaa enveloped her like a long-forgotten cloak. Neon lights flickered in the distance, casting a garish glow over the grimy streets below, and the unmistakable scent of oil and desperation lingered in the air.

Years had passed since she last set foot on the Smuggler Moon, and yet, here she was, heart racing as if the city itself were calling her back. It was odd, really - nostalgia was a luxury she couldn't afford. Vashra had built her life on the sharp edges of survival, closing off parts of herself that could be perceived as weak. But Finon had a way of slipping through her defenses, stirring feelings she thought long buried.

"Why the hell am I feeling this?" she muttered under her breath, scuffing the toe of her boot against the metal platform. Her gray-green eyes scanned the bustling crowds below-hustlers, smugglers, and thieves alike. Every face she passed was a reminder of the life she had escaped, the shackles she had broken.

But Finon… he was different. He understood the dark humor of their shared past, the twisted games they played to survive. She couldn't remember the last time someone made her feel like she belonged-like she was more than just a blade and a name on a bounty hunter's list.

"Focus, Vashra," she breathed, shaking her head to clear the thoughts swirling in her mind. Nostalgia was a dangerous game, and she had no time for weakness. She was stronger now-crafty, ruthless, and feared. She had risen from the ashes of her childhood, clawing her way to the top of a world that had tried to crush her.

But then again, maybe that was the very reason she was here. To prove to herself that she had truly outgrown her desperate beginnings. Meeting Finon was a test-a way to show that she was no longer the scared girl running from her past. She was the predator now, a survivor who thrived in the chaos of Nar Shaddaa, forged by this crucible instead of broken. With a deep breath, Vashra adjusted her jacket and tucked a stray strand of blue-dyed hair behind her ear. She stepped off the platform and into the fray, heart pounding not just from the thrill of returning home, but from the anticipation of seeing Finon again.

In this city of lost dreams and broken promises, she steeled herself for whatever lay ahead. She would face it head-on, armed with the knowledge that she was no longer a victim of her circumstances. She was Vashra Foss, and she had stronger, harder and meaner than this place.

She got this. She was willing to trust Finon but if he ever betrayed that trust….

Then she would be as unforgiving as the jungle they had both grown up in.

Finon Nalle

 

[Havassi]

((sorry to interrupt with an OOC, but what time period is this, so I can know how to join?

 

[Finon Nalle]

Nostalgia's Gambit​

Finon paced his apartment anxious of Vashra's arrival. It had been a few years since he visited Nar Shadaa, or his apartment. it still reeked of must and rat feces. Finon can clean that up later. Cracker the massiff Finon had adopted just days earlier has gotten way fatter, as Finon spoiled him rotten. But the noise. The neighbors are still as loud as ever, as couples arguing babies crying, and people partying. but than Finon heard a small (Knock, Knock).

Vashra Foss

OOC: Havassi It takes place in 902 - 3 ABY so you can join in what ever way you want as your own story on Nar Shaddaa!

 

[Havassi]

✦✦✦ Hava'ssi ✦✦✦

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HAVA'SSI WAS BLEEDING, IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.

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Yes, he had won, but it was not without consequence. He gripped onto his side and dragged himself out of his TIE Fighter, which he had stolen years before. He looked around to see a couple of people glance his way before continuing with their business. Now, the pain was becoming just a dull thumping on his side. What was he doing here?
Ah, yes. The pirates.
He barely remembered launching an attack on the pirate ship that was transporting slaves and containing a Yam'rri. The last moment he could grasp was putting the captives into escape pods and turning around to feel a jab in his side by a spear that pierced through his armor. He had escaped, but now he was severely injured and could barely see through the throbbing.
The moon had been nearby when he entered. He had never been here before, and he didn't want to stay. He hated to beg, but in this moment, he needed to let go of his pride.
"Doctor! I need a doctor!"
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[Vashra Foss]

Finon´s home was actually in a respectable part of the Nar Shaddaa undercities. That meant blaster fire was considered a nuisance even before it went semi-automatic and you could buy safety from the street gangs or the oxygen tax collectors – the guys who got paid for letting you breathe. Perhaps the ugly guy knocking on Finon´s door as she arrived was short of cash. With one hands clutched at his side he looked the part like he had been in bad trouble. But then Vashra did not know this species or how they looked t their best.

"Doctor! I need a doctor!"

Sounded like a male – whatever his people were called. So either he wasn´t a local or a good friend of Finon. Otherwise you just don´t knock on random doors in Nar Shaddaa asking for help.

Third option, considering the tell-tale double bulge of two blasters under the guys dirty cloak – this was the lamest attempt at break and entry she´d ever seen. Then he really wasn´t from around here. Nobody alive on Nar Shaddaa would open the door to a complete stranger with guns. If he bled to death at your door step you could always collect and sell the corpse.

But this dude was really desperate and in bad shape. He didn´t even notice Vashra´until she stood right behind him and placed the tip of her knife where his dripping body fluids created a wet stain on his clothes.

"Easy," Vashra whispered where she thought his ears would be, "Keep your hands qhere I can see them and no funy moves or you won´t need a doctor anymore. Or anything else for that matter."

Then she called aloud through the closed door, not caring how sensitive the aliens hearing might be

"FINON! IT´S VASHRA! OPEN THE DOOR! YOU GOT ANOTHER VISITOR AND HE´S LEAKING!

A few moments passed, then Finon opened blaster at the ready. A true son of Nar Shaddaa.

"If he dies, I claim his guns. I´ve seen him first."

Finon Nalle Havassi

 

[Finon Nalle]

Nostalgia's Gambit
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Finon opened the door, blaster in hand. a Kaleesh male, and Vashra with a knife pointed into him. "Every time I see you, you have a knife poking into someone." Finon said jokingly. He looked down. Blood. "Alright come inside. I have a bacta stim in the cabinet, can you grab that for me Vash? As for you." Finon pointed to the Kalee man. "Get in a chair while I patch you up. So, do you wanna tell us what happened?" Its not everyday you see a Kaleesh, they very rarely left their planet, or colonies. It was especially rare to see one on a planet like Nar Shaddaa.

Vashra Foss Havassi