People Live Here

[NightSister]

As strange as it sounded, Aria was getting to quite like Nar Shaddaa.

She'd taken the liberty of a few days on the Smuggler's Moon as time to herself; anyone who knew her would think the seedy city moon was as far from her idea of a nice holiday resort as you could get, but she'd felt like something out-of-the-ordinary. Perhaps it was her constant desire to be unlike how she'd once been, perhaps tapping into the Dark Side more and more often had brought her out of her shell a little - either way, she was enjoying herself. As it turned out, the garish cantinas and flashy neon-lit clubs the moon was reknowned for actually made for quite good places to soak up culture without having much attention drawn to her; after all, next to the criminal activity that went on daily in these places, she didn't stand out until she wanted to. As long as you didn't think about the legality of how it'd been acquired, they served the best drinks around here.

Besides, Aria was an avoider in every respect, and she had a lot that she needed to take her mind off; even stressing over the amount of people present was sufficient distraction. One one hand, most of what it hurt to think about she'd managed to draw from or shrink down as appropriate - the problem of Connor, she'd sized down considerably by now, and the wound Darth Vitium's death had left behind still served to fuel her power - but on the other, it hurt to think about. There also remained the matters she'd left behind on Maena, of course; the ones that were stressful rather than painful, the things that worried her every time they surfaced from where she'd pushed them to the back of her mind. Bothering two exceptionally powerful Sith Lords at once, for one; befriending a Sith-in-training who belonged to an infamous family line was another. Much too much to be occupying her time worrying over, and so she didn't.

Instead, the Dark Jedi - it was such a satisfaction to finally be able to call herself that - had hitched a starship to Nar Shaddaa and found herself a nice, fancy hotel to stay in for a week. She was exploring the moon in typical tourist fashion; barhopping, nosing around in some shady business, even mixing with a few ill-reputed sorts. It was strange, very strange next to what she was used to, but Aria was finding it rather fun. It was especially fun when she thought about how she'd decided to sort herself out a path upon her return to Maena; made it go faster that way. Tonight, she'd opted for a club with a reputation for excellent live entertainment. It'd make for plenty to keep her mind occupied, and that was ideal.

[member="Nealon Zalman"]

 

[Nealon Zalman]

Bright colors framed by smoke flashed on stage, a young man standing in the middle. Bursts of light blasted through the club, and a second later the man was gone, like he had justr dissolved into smoke. A second later the lights turned to a dark purple, and more smoke began to gather on the stage. Then thr colors began to rapidly vary between red and blue, and from the smoke a shiloute appeared in the smoke, seemingly summoned out of nowhere. With a mix of smokescreens, highly advanced holograpic technology and a few sprinkles of looking really good on stage, he had managed to rise to fame on the smuggler moon.

"And for my next number I will need a volunteer."

The flashing illusions that had surrounded Nealon until this moment died down in an instant, leaving the young man in the dim light inherent to basically every club on Nar Shaddaa, with only his shirt, which glowed in constantly switching colors, really illuminating his face. This was the favorite part of his show, it was both the easiest and the one that had gotten him the most fame. It was a very simple process, pick some good looking girl, touch her hand to have some cryptic vision and then pretend to be the most fortunate fortune teller the galaxy had ever seen, while keeping up his most seductive smile.

"What about you?"

In a overly dramatic matter, he pointed at a woman that had just entered the club. It weren't simply her looks that made him pick her, it was the aura she projected while trying to look as unassuming as possible. One part good looking, one part seemingly shy and one part slightly mysterious. She would be perfect on stage, and that meant she would be perfect to ask the manager for more money after the show, a extra fee for his "assistant".

The crowd cheered, and a path opened up so [member="Aria Vale"] could walk up to the stage. It would be a good show, that much was certain.