thegreatbeyonder
Well-Known Member
One massive, planet-wide city housing a trillion souls, Coruscant was an easy place to get lost. Even under the watchful eyes of Sith Lords who house themselves in its wealthy centers, it is impossible to catch every unwanted guest; especially those who have yet to make a name for themselves.
A small, hand-me-down transport landed in the heart of one of the surface's many entertainment districts. Cantinas, brothels, clubs, and casinos of all class and type could be found along the intricately designed streets. Landing struts hissed, the ramp lowered and a casually dressed man walked off and onto the steelcrete landing pad. Two amber eyes scanned the scene, a small alien crew rushed up to begin fueling and logging procedures.
Stepping up from between two armed guards was a particularly nasty looking Chiss. "Three hundred credits," his hand went out following a slight grin.
Arian's eyes seemed to be looking at everything except him. Without a response the spacer stepped past the Chiss whose guards closed the pathway behind them.
"You must be an off-worlder... Tell you what, I'll let this misunderstanding go and drop the price to a more reasonable one-hundred fifty." This time the alien's voice seemed less than friendly.
"I'll give you fifty credits for the space, and another twenty-five for the inconvenience," Arian turned to face the Chiss. "Reasonable?"
The Chiss' smirk quickly became a frown, "I don't think you understand... This is my landing pad, Coruscant can be a dangerous place. The fee allows me to hire my friends here to adequately protect your vessel from thieves and such." The two henchmen moved forward whilst Arian's eyes were away, nearly pushing up against the man.
"One hundred credits, and we'll call it fair. Otherwise I'm taking my ship and leaving." His hand went to his hip, subtly revealing a blaster pistol.
A blue hand went up, gesturing to the henchmen. The armed guards walked off towards the way they came. "We have a deal, but I suggest being more cooperative... We wouldn't want any unfortunate accidents to happen. How can my guards do an adequate job when they're in a bad mood?" The Chiss took out his datapad with one hand, and laid his palm flat with the other.
Arian took out a few credit chits, handing them to the Chiss who didn't hesitate to snag them. "Pleasure doing business," once more the smirk was revealed and the Chiss walked off towards the small office near the dock.
With that out of the way, Arian began his trip towards the district's center on foot.
[member="Sayl Bane"]
A small, hand-me-down transport landed in the heart of one of the surface's many entertainment districts. Cantinas, brothels, clubs, and casinos of all class and type could be found along the intricately designed streets. Landing struts hissed, the ramp lowered and a casually dressed man walked off and onto the steelcrete landing pad. Two amber eyes scanned the scene, a small alien crew rushed up to begin fueling and logging procedures.
Stepping up from between two armed guards was a particularly nasty looking Chiss. "Three hundred credits," his hand went out following a slight grin.
Arian's eyes seemed to be looking at everything except him. Without a response the spacer stepped past the Chiss whose guards closed the pathway behind them.
"You must be an off-worlder... Tell you what, I'll let this misunderstanding go and drop the price to a more reasonable one-hundred fifty." This time the alien's voice seemed less than friendly.
"I'll give you fifty credits for the space, and another twenty-five for the inconvenience," Arian turned to face the Chiss. "Reasonable?"
The Chiss' smirk quickly became a frown, "I don't think you understand... This is my landing pad, Coruscant can be a dangerous place. The fee allows me to hire my friends here to adequately protect your vessel from thieves and such." The two henchmen moved forward whilst Arian's eyes were away, nearly pushing up against the man.
"One hundred credits, and we'll call it fair. Otherwise I'm taking my ship and leaving." His hand went to his hip, subtly revealing a blaster pistol.
A blue hand went up, gesturing to the henchmen. The armed guards walked off towards the way they came. "We have a deal, but I suggest being more cooperative... We wouldn't want any unfortunate accidents to happen. How can my guards do an adequate job when they're in a bad mood?" The Chiss took out his datapad with one hand, and laid his palm flat with the other.
Arian took out a few credit chits, handing them to the Chiss who didn't hesitate to snag them. "Pleasure doing business," once more the smirk was revealed and the Chiss walked off towards the small office near the dock.
With that out of the way, Arian began his trip towards the district's center on foot.
[member="Sayl Bane"]