Public Spice is as Spice Does

[Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr]

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Corellian District

This was not going over well. I was loaded up on spice, and credits. Selling spice in one of the high rise districts named after a planet that was nowhere near Nar Shaddaa and its mother planet Nal Hutta, The two Rodians in front of me were talking with one another. Trying to determine if they should buy any spice or not. The bad part about this, is they were being rather loud about it. Legit loud enough that I waved my hand up in front of them.

"Look guys, shut up and buy it, or I am gonna leave. You attract too much attention."
"You think we are loud mouths?"
"What is your problem man? We want some spice! So give it to us."
"Not like that you aren't getting it. I didn't hear a please."

And just like that, I had a blaster shoved right into my gut. Pressing hard through my sweatshirt and almost into my diaphragm. His scaly nasty hand came around to the back of my head. Shoving his muzzle right into my face. He was trying to act tough. He wanted his spice for free now that I talked back to him.

"You are going to give us all you got now. You no disrespect us anymore."
"How are you going to take this spice?"
"You will empty it while I have this barrel in your gut, and my buddy here will take it nice and sweet."

I just started chuckling. The closest thing I could think of a Rodian having a confused look on his oblong shaped face was there. In the blink of an eye, I had reached down with both hand, twisted his wrist, ripped the heavy blaster from his hand, and had turned the barrel onto him, and shoved it just under his chin. Looking over to his buddy who just barely saw it, he tried to grab for his gun, However, I moved his body between the two of us. Keeping distance.

"It would be really bad if you shot your buddy in the back as he was about to make a purchase of spice. Not to mention, I don't take too kindly to having a gun in my gut."

Turning my smile over to the rodian with a gun almost up into his mouth from under his chin, I just smiled sweetly as I slowly reached into his pocket. Taking a credit roll. A good thousand credits were on this roll in his pocket. I placed it into mine and then took a very small amount of spice from my pocket and put it in his. For a thousand credits, I would have sold him almost 30 grams of the pure spice. Instead, I gave him my shitty spice. Been cut like 8 times, and was worth only 40 credits for 30 grams. I got a huge mark up.

"Enjoy your spice gentlemen. Also, I will keep the blaster while you two walk away right now, or I can blow your head off. Make your choice."

He took his sweet time thinking about it. He wanted to rely on his buddy to not get him killed, but the barrel was literally right in his neck, pressing hard and would likely be bruised. He had been emasculated with my display of disarming him, and then proving I was better. He gargled a second before backing away from me. I quickly placed the blaster in my vest pocket with the barrel still pointing at him through the material. Without speaking, he nodded for his buddy to follow him.

I took a couple steps back and then as they turned around, so did I. Taking a fast pace to start leaving the Corellian District. Likely people would follow me, or if he had more friends and wanted to get back at me, he knew I would be there. But not at my safe house. I dipped into the nearest casino and made my way to their restrooms. Confined space should they follow me, and more secluded in case chite hit the fan.

I made my way over to the sink and started to run the water. Splashing it on my face to get my blood flowing even more than it already was. Taking a minute to make sure they didnt directly follow me, I then walked out. Almost running into someone who was entering. Paying no mind, I moved onwards. Making my way back out of the casino so I could find some way to escape the district.

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

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"That was a nice move, kid."

Kelsie did her best casual lean against the doorway of bathroom, hiding the fact that she was out of breath after tailing the young spice dealer. He was quick, the kind of quick that reminded her of an old friend. That kind of speed didn't come naturally. To most, at least. But she wasn't here to be some kind of Jedi recruiter; there was spice to be bought. Not for herself, of course, she wasn't some low-life scum. She was going to give it to some other low-life scum. And she had a perfect, totally not-convoluted plan to get it.

"Efficient disarm. To be fair, that Rodian was dumb enough to get close to you. But you capitalized, so good job on that one." She stepped forward. Hopefully the shock that she'd managed to tail him, even with how careful he'd been, would help her capitalize on the moment to get what she needed. Still, she wasn't a robber -- the big slugthrower on her hip stayed there for now.

She gave a mildly disappointed sigh. "Unfortunately, you let yourself get tailed, and you picked on the wrong guy. That Rodian was the nephew of one of the more ruthless gang leaders in this neighbourhood. Crazy Lolo, they call her. If my timing is correct," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small holodevice, checking the time, "And it always is, she's sent a little group to go and track you down. They call her 'Crazy' because she has a habit of chopping up her enemies into little bits and feeding them to her anooba." She put away the device and glanced at the exit. "You know what anooba are good at, don't you?" She raised her hand and rubbed her fingers together under her nose, reminding him of the scent he'd most certainly left on the spice he'd given the Rodian.

"They're going to be coming through that door any moment, and not too long after you're going to be fed to that anooba. Unless, of course," she said with a confident grin-

"You stick with me."

 

[Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr]

Some Chick was hanging out right in front of the mens restroom. At first when she spoke as I exited, saying I pulled a nice move. Even calling me kid. Not sure why when she seemed barely older than me, or was around my own age. I just furrowed my brow and paid attention. It wasn't difficult to see she was hiding something. Not sure if she was out of breath or was having a breathing problem.

"Not a kid, and I don't have moves."

However she continued onward despite what I had stated. Specifically mentioning how I had disarmed the thug from earlier, as well as mentioning who the person was. Of course I knew the big dog names that were around here, and I paid attention to what they wore and who they might be with. Why does she think I was running to lose any tails and then was already trying to think of ways to leave the Corellian district? She knew more than she was letting on. She had connections.

I stayed silent as she spoke. Making herself have even more of an ego as though she had control of the situation. Even proclaiming that she knew what was going to happen. Of course I knew this. When you make a move like I did, against anyone, they would try something. Living on Nar Shaddaa and the Hutt Space for years under the radar gave you some street knowledge of when the feth to leave. Like right now. However, she was offering something. She wanted to "help" me by way of me sticking with her, and thus living.

"I don't need to explain how I already knew all of this little exposition dump you gave me, but why in the hell do you think I would 'stick' with you when I know nothing of you, and you seem to know more about me?"

Rhetorical question as I started not towards the front exit, but the back one. Making headway, I knew she would try to follow me because she wanted something. People never came to me unless they wanted spice, an extra gun, or a warm body to put in a cage. I didn't care for anything she had at the moment. I just needed to get to my little airspeeder, and I would be out of here. Headed to the Undercity where it was much easier to hide. Plus, I had a couple places down there that "tough guys" like them would never want to go near.

"Take the hint slag, and run away before they come after you for talking to me."

Kelsie Sylvan

 

[Siv Dragr]

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Even though the miniaturized air scrubbers of Siv's helmet, the rancid stink of Nar Shaddaa wafted across his nose. Siv had not been here in a while, and as he made his way through the narrow airways aboard a borrowed speederbike, he remembered why. Nar Shaddaa was no tourist resort - the city-covered moon sat in orbit above Nal Hutta, homeworld of the slugs whose repulsiveness was only outmatched by the reach of their pockets. Yet in Siv's experience as a mercenary and bounty hunter, he found that it was the unpleasant types who happened to pay more.

He was on this moon for a more low-key target, a sort of respite from the Jedi hunting and Sith-raiding jobs that the market had become infested in. There was conflict brewing in the galaxy, and with conflict usually meant fat loads of credits for mercenaries and guns-for-hire such as the lone Mandalorian -- but unlike conscripted soldiers, the Mandalorian was not held to any sort of loyalty, did not feel any sense of obligation to fight for any cause. That meant when he needed a smaller job, something off of the battlefield, he had every right to pursue that need. And, Siv supposed, he was doing that right now.

His target was some sort of spice dealer, who was wanted for -- among other things -- selling cheap spice to customers for exorbitant prices, often at blasterpoint. It was definitely a business strategy that made a lot of credits quickly, but not an advantageous one if you wanted to stay in business for long. Or live, for that matter. Surprisingly, however, whoever had listed a bounty on this kid had wanted him brought in, alive. Siv suspected that it was for a few reasons; either they wanted to give him a good talking to of not taking advantage of your customers, or they wanted to do the deed themselves.

As Siv descended into the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, he switched on the tracking fob paired to the HUD systems of his helmet. It took him only a few minutes of riding before the fob began beeping frantically - the Mandalorian had finally arrived. He guided the bike over to rest on a walkway, next to another parked bike left unattended. Dodging the crowds, he made is way into a mostly deserted alleyway, the fob's beeping almost a long uninterrupted whine. Turning on the biosignature lense in his helmet, be began to scan the area before he found what he might be looking for -- a young man talking to another woman in front of what looked like to be some sort of public bathroom. One that probably is in terrible condition, Siv couldn't help thinking. He found himself glad that the Blood Eclipse had a vac tube, or else, he realized, he'd likely be using these public facilities. Upholstering his blaster pistol and switching it to stun in a deft move, he moved from his position right as the young man began to make his way towards Siv, perhaps looking to leave the area.

"Hands where I can see them," Siv said in a low growl as he came face-to-face with the boy, blaster leveled at his chest. It looked like this job was going to be easier than Siv thought.

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

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Ahem, gender-neutral bathrooms. It's 860 ABY already.

She wasn't particularly surprised by the prickly reception from the kid, given Nar Shaddaa's residents were generally unpleasant in her experience. Still, she needed that spice. It was for something more important than the kid needed it for, and she'd be willing to pay a fair price... if he'd offer it, of course. He was the only small-time spice dealer in this particular corner of Nar Shaddaa -- that was why he could get away with exorbitant prices and, for the most part, immunity from the gangs. Now that he was threatened... he was running. She watched as he turned away.

Kelsie wasn't worried about herself, of course, but she honestly just felt bad for the kid. She'd taken too long of a pause and he'd run off, then some Mando showed up to take him. She could see the glint of the blaster pointed at his gut from across the room. It wasn't particularly hidden; the Mando was drawing eyes from his armor already, so it probably wasn't a kill mission. That was assuming this was a bounty hunter. Probably was, but maybe he was threatening the spice dealer for some of the stuff.

Was it a good idea? Jerec Asyr was expecting her in a few hours, and she knew after that round of sabacc he was already a little annoyed with her... well, only a little, but smoothing things over with exactly what he wanted would be best. She didn't have time to find another source of glitterstim, she needed this now.

That was the rationale she gave herself, at least.

The woman strode calmly forward to the pair. "Hey, chrome bucket! That real beskar? I'll buy it off ya," she said, doing her best Outer Rim accent. Kelsie placed her hand on the kid's shoulder, grinning to him. Hopefully he got the deal. "Johnny, babe, you ever met a Mando? I seen 'em on the vids only. Never thought I'd see one down here!" She looked down, seeming shocked as she 'noticed' the blaster. "Woah woah woah! He ain't done nothin' wrong. We were just hittin' the bar. If you two wanna tussle, can it wait until later?" She shooed the Mando, arm wrapping around 'Johnny' like they were close friends.

 

[Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr]

Another. Goddamn. Blaster.

Why does everybody feel the need to shove pistols into people's guts. When there was barely any medicine, a gut wound would be considered death. Now? With so much technology in medical supplies and such, a stomach wound was legit, nothing. Plus, I already had been shot in the gut a few times. Yah it fething hurt. But it wasn't something I was a queen about. Now this Shiny ass Mandalorian wanted to take me in. Telling me to keep my hands where they were. My mouth opened up to speak and start cussing this... individual out.

However, this lass had a quick mind. Coming up, calling me Johnny and used an accent to make it seem like we were together. As much as I would have been all for this, Mandalorians were known for hunting people. He knew me as the target, and this wouldn't fool him. Plus, I couldn't tell if he was wearing one of those nice gloves that would shatter bones with an iron grip.

"Sorry hun, but I don't think he cares."

I smiled at the individual. Seeing my own face reflect in the blackened t-visor.

"You know me Mandalorian. But let me ask you, How loyal are you to the bounty?"

Kelsie Sylvan Siv Dragr

 

[Siv Dragr]

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Siv chalked up the woman's efforts to juveniles. He'd seen his fair share of their type on places like Nar Shadda and other backwater towns, but her flamboyant and overexaggerated manner gave herself away. Most likely she was some sort of friend, or another conspirator trying to make a deal off of the spice dealer, which would explain the way he had tried to brush her off. He almost pitied the man; women like those, he knew from experience, were not the ones to take a hint.

Then the man asked Siv if he was 'loyal to his bounty,' effectively offering to bribe his way out of trouble. The words weren't there, but the intent definitely was. The question was almost offensive to the Mandalorian; he'd been raised to honor the terms of a bounty, and to break such rules would be in violation of his own code and the Code of the Guild. "Watch your tongue," was his reply. "I can bring you in warm, but my employer seemed the type who wouldn't mind a fresh corpse instead."

"Producing a pair of binders from his utility belt, he shook them in front of his target. "Come quietly, though, and I promise that I won't kill you."