Public Tales from the Shadowport

[Suribran Hai]

Chommell Minor | Gasgo's Repair and Supply - Level 5: The Bloodpit
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Tales from the Shadowport
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The air inside Gasgo's Repair and Supply was heavy with the scent of blood, as gladiators and hapless debtors fought for their freedom. The sound of bones cracking and skulls shattering elicited loud cheers from the spectators in the stands above, while the organizers continued to gather bets right under the watchful eyes of The High Republic.

From his private box on the second level, Selestino observed the spectacle below with a almost faint amusement crossing his shallow elderly features.

"Marvelous entertainment. Let's ensure this event is more impactful." His ring finger tapped the armrest ever so slightly as the Styrosag artillery beast roared, a sound like rending durasteel that vibrated through the deckplates. It wasn't just large; it was a mobile siege engine, its thick hide scarred and crusted.

The beast lunged, not with grace, but with terrifying, ground-shaking momentum. Its tail, thick as a tree trunk and capped with bone, scythed through the air, missing the agile fighter by centimeters and pulverizing a stack of empty fuel drums into screeching shrapnel. The impact resonated up through the gantry rail Selestino lightly touched, a tremor felt in the bones.

The fighter, momentarily silhouetted against the inferno, rolled desperately to avoid the debris. Selestino's lips thinned, not in concern, but in cold assessment. Too slow? He watched the figure scramble, the beast already turning its monstrous bulk, its low growl vibrating the very air, promising annihilation with the next thunderous step.

OOC - Just a fun little thread set in the High Republic Shadowport. Fight in the arena if you'd like or just explore.
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[Ghruna]

GHRUNA

Her right hand trembled as she slowly wrapped it in a white bandage. Her knuckles were still scraped from a previous bout.

Her father was a maldrani warlord. She was one of many, many children. She still hadn't grown into her frame, even if she stood tall above the humans.

The ceiling shook. Dust filtered down from a slim crack in the duracrete. They had unleashed some kind of beast to be battled above. A large one. Her world was filled with vicious predators.

She was more afraid of failing than she was of being hurt. Ghruna finished wrapped her right hand and flexed her fingers. She picked up a small glass from the table and necked the clear liquid. It burned on the way down.

One for the nerves.

She was still a little afraid of being hurt.

 

[Ranna Sejast]

A battered old Y-Wing had set down on a pad not too far off from Gasgo's, to let out a young woman wearing a battered blast vest over an old flight suit. She knew her way into the shadowport and had made her way through the bazaar. The merchants there, those savvy enough to have word passed to them of who they were dealing with at least, figured she was there to look for bombs and torpedos, and they were right. But at the prices they were offering, she kept walking, letting them know she wasn't desperate and wouldn't be pushed around.

Hearing there were fights on, Ranna instead went down to the lowest level. There she could relax a little, have a drink or two, maybe win some extra credits if there was a fighter she liked the looks of.

Arriving, she looked over to see what had the spectators so enamored, right as the massive beast below bellowed out, shaking more dust down from the ceiling and bringing a smile to Ranna's lips. Heading over to the bar, she ordered a dark ale and found herself a table to settle in and watch.

 

[Lucy Laccarr]

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Lucy stood at another pad, tapping her foot as she waited for the workers to unload the illicit goods she managed to smuggle through. Besides credits, spice was one of the few things that spoke to members of the criminal underworld, and Lucy just unloaded alot of it for this Shadowport. As she looked back at the Shadowport's official still running his fingers across a datapad, Lucy gave out a huff.

"It's all there. All the spice I was able to get. All that the contract said you needed. Now where are my credits?" Lucy demanded

The official didn't make any sound, just motioned for a guard to hand her a case of credits for her work. Lucy opened it to make sure it was all there before taking a portion the credits, handing them to a maintenance worker. "I want a proper refueling and my ship given a glance for any repairs. Do your best, this ship is my pride and joy. "

Then she turned back to the official "Any other jobs for me?"

The official looked back at Lucy, and through a cybernetic voice filter responded to her. "Hmmmm, if you need to leave now, there is some goods that need to be smuggled into the Core Worlds. Some wealthy person is in need of more good workers."

"I don't smuggle slaves." Lucy replied "Anything else?"

"What? A smuggler with a moral code? It pays really well if that helps sweeten the deal" the official countered "It's not like you're smuggling to them to the Sith Order. Who knows what they do to slaves, but I bet it will be far worse than being owned by some Coreworld noble."

Lucy just stared at the official, who then raised his hands up in defense. "Alright alright, no slave smuggling. Look there isn't any contracts right now, but there might be tomorrow. Til then, the services of The Mournload are there for you to enjoy."

Better than nothing. Lucy simply gave a fake smile before walking further into the Shadowport, keeping her EI-P001A Enforcer strapped to her hip. The Mournload was after all a criminal hideout and people won't hesistate to try and make a quick credit or two. Lucy navigated the Shadowport passing by the various, levels, making sure to not linger on levels 2 and 4. But level 5, that was a place where she can drink and eat. Perhaps watch a fight to see who would win.

Lucy pushed through a crowd of spectators, as she sat at an empty table, propping her feet up on the opposite chair, giving a sigh.