Public Tales of Nar Shaddaa: Networking

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Nar Shaddaa, the glittering neon-jewel of Hutt Space for thousands of years. Empires and Republics have come and gone, but Nar Shaddaa's criminal underworld has thrived mostly unchanged. Of course, the names, affiliations, and surface-level identities shift over time, but the purpose remains the same: credits, influence, and power. The Hutts maintain their grip over much of the moon, but their rule is far from absolute. A variety of factions lay claim to entire districts, each carving out their own piece of the smuggler's paradise.

In the Red Light Sector, nestled among the grime and shadows, sits a small cantina. Barely worthy of the name, it's a refuge for the worst of Nar Shaddaa's criminals. The room is thick with gloomy haze, dimly lit by flickering neon, with a single Protocol Droid tending the bar. The low hum of the sound system fills the air, offering a small degree of privacy for the hushed conversations taking place. Small tables are scattered throughout, some for gambling, others for quiet discussions.

Two security droids, clad in thick armor plating and armed with vibro-swords, stand at the entrance, watching every patron that passes. Inside, the atmosphere is tense but relaxed — a haven for thieves, murderers, smugglers, hired guns, drug dealers, and slavers. The outlaws of Nar Shaddaa gather here, plotting their next big score, exchanging information, and making their deals in the shadows. There's no room for innocence in this place. Everyone here is looking for something — and most have already lost their morality in the pursuit of it.

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OOC Note: The primary purpose of this thread is to help new and old Underworld type characters (Smugglers, Bounty Hunters, Criminals, Crime Bosses, Assassins, etc.) meet one another. All characters are welcome so long as we can keep a central theme of social networking at the center!​

 

[Sable Varro]

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Tales of Nar Shaddaa
Tags: Open

Equipment Loadout:

• Primary Weapon(s): SD-L1 Long Blaster
• Secondary Weapon(s): HG-88 Big Iron, VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade,
• Specialized Gear: Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield,
• Armor & Attire: Personal Armor

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Sable leaned back in her chair, the dim light of the cantina flickering against her armor. The air was thick with a mix of smoke and the faint tang of alcohol, but it didn't bother her. This place was familiar, almost comforting in its lawlessness. She could feel the weight of the past few days settling into her shoulders, the relentless pace of work and survival easing for a moment as she sat at the edge of it all, just another face in the crowd.


Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the usual suspects—grizzled mercenaries, huddled smugglers, and the occasional wide-eyed idiot thinking they could get ahead here. Most of them were just waiting for their next move, some even plotting it out in hushed tones over cheap drinks. It didn't matter. The underworld was a cycle. Everyone came here to lose something, even if they didn't realize it yet.

The two security droids at the entrance weren't her concern, their presence more of a formality than anything. On Nar Shaddaa, no one had true authority unless you wielded enough credits or firepower to take it. She'd seen it too many times. The Hutts held the leash, but there were always others pulling at it, testing it.

A slow exhale passed her lips as she relaxed further into her chair. She wasn't here for anything in particular—just a place to rest, to regroup, to listen. There were whispers in the air, and even if she wasn't actively seeking them, they would find her. They always did. She wasn't out of place here, despite her polished armor and distant demeanor. The galaxy had a way of making people like her blend into the background.

Her fingers traced the edge of her drink, her thoughts drifting. Nar Shaddaa had always been like this—an endless cycle of desperation and opportunity. A place where the broken pieces of the galaxy came to be put together again…or not. It didn't matter, because tomorrow it would all be the same.

 

[Athriel]

Tags: [OPEN] Sable Varro

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A Sephi flanked by two Humans dressed in a similar manner entered the cantina with a jovial laugh. As the two went to the bar counter, Athriel, the one who had entered first, looked towards a hooded and masked woman. Something about her caught his attention but he couldn't really place it. She seemed different somehow. Perhaps detached in a way from the usual state of affairs.

Athriel walked towards her table then put a hand out and pulled out chair, turned it so the back of it was facing his chest as he sat down with bravado "Looks like you're someone worth a Cred. So what are you?" he asked with a grin "Cartel assassin? Have the look of one. Nhhmm, Clawdite?" he paused for a single beat before putting his hand to his chest apologetically "My name is Athriel, I should've led with that miss Assassin." from the way he and his companions were kitted it seemed pretty clear that they were part of a swoop gang.

From the bar his two companions looked over to him but seeing as he wasn't starting any trouble they went back to their discussion at the counter.

 

[GhostKey]

Tags: Athriel | Sable Varro​

Checked at the door, a trio of slicers slid on in for a small bribe. Like Denon, here legal was whatever your credits could afford, so he went all out, celebrating Trix's favorite.

"Get me an an E-Sight, hold the ice." For what happened to your sight after too many. It turned into a blurred, electrified haze.

The bartender just shrugged and started mixing. Probably wasn't the strangest request he'd had tonight. Thick and dark red, the drink was a blend of chilled and purified Echani Vodka, Red-Spice Corellian Rum, Smoky Ribe Starfruit Sugar, and Dried Miraluka Sight Petals, finished with a dose of Red Ryloth for the kick he needed right now.

It had an up, a down, a haze and a burn.

Black ribbed jacket, more worn than usual; the cyan had been faded or scuffed after the magtrain job, and watching a friend die wasn't easy. Tech heavy as usual; you could see subtle modded implants on his body, probably black-market-wear. They'd do a burial later; today wasn't that; he had to push it down and look for more gigs.

Credchit to the bartender, Ghost turned around and looked over the room. Juju and Chronicle drinking together at a booth, both in black and somber, neither much for conversation. Then he saw a couple of guys walking back to the bar and looked them over, with two others having a chat.

He needed a way in, something to keep them moving, debt and loss never let you rest.

One was quiet, listening more than she spoke. The other a swoop gang type. No gang signs or colors he recognized, probably not someone they'd burned recently. "Worth a cred, yeah? Funny, I was thinking the same thing about this conversation." Ghost let the words hold before tilting his chin up. "Either of you thirsty?"

If they took him up on it, he'd buy whatever wouldn't break his credchit. Either way, he slid in, turning a chair backwards as he sat, pausing unless either of them objected. Ghost lit a Dustflare stick with a flick, the tip shifting colors in the shadowy light. First inhale trickled like a slow glitch fixing itself, warming and euphoric riding just far enough to take the edge off.

"Ghostkey."

Now he listened.

 

[Athriel]

Tags: Sable Varro GhostKey

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His eyes searched the figure of Sable Varro for any sort of more information he could gleam from her equipment alone, though it was ambiguous enough that it yielded no further information.

Just then Athriel turned his mirthful grin from Sable towards the stranger that had interrupted his conversation. At first there was a hint of annoyance but as this 'Ghostkey' offered to buy him and the woman any drink they'd like his expression calmed "Generosity is a great policy. You'll make a lot of friends down here with that attitude Ghostkey." with that Athriel ordered a drink by motioning towards the barkeep then he returned his attention to Ghostkey "Athriel. What a name, Ghostkey." he feigned a shiver "Code name? Nickname? Found of keys?" he asked in a series of light hearted questions and jabs "Let me guess -" he put two fingers to his temple with one hand and shut his eyes in concentration before opening them and motioning dramatically towards the man "Slicer!" Athriel smirked and put his hand down as put it back on the chair "Pretty good huh?"

 

[Sable Varro]

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Tales of Nar Shaddaa


Tags: Athriel GhostKey

Equipment Loadout:

• Primary Weapon(s): SD-L1 Long Blaster
• Secondary Weapon(s): HG-88 Big Iron, VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade,
• Specialized Gear: Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield,
• Armor & Attire: Personal Armor

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Sable barely moved at his approach, only shifting slightly as the Sephi dragged the chair around and sat with all the confidence of a man who thought he had the room figured out. His bravado was expected—types like him always carried themselves with the weight of their own reputation, whether it was earned or not.

Beneath her helmet, she studied him, gaze unreadable behind the visor. A swoop ganger, judging by the way he and his friends were outfitted. Probably thought he was charming.

At his assumption, she let the silence linger for a moment, just long enough to make him question it. Then, finally, she answered.

"I'm a huntress," She said simply. "And I'm a huntress."

She let the words settle, knowing their weight would carry.

She looked to the one called Ghostkey, her expression rather blank given the mask she wore. There was a coldness to her stare, and an unsettling stillness to her movements. For either of the new patrons, it would be a bit clear that the woman before them was some sort of assassin. She shook her head slowly at the offer of a drink, and would surrender her name shortly after. “Sable.”

She would say with a touch of coldness to it, as she remained seated, looking forward.

 

[GhostKey]

Tag: Athriel | Sable Varro

Slicer.

Trying like hell to be.

"Cracking my way up." Earning slicing respect seemed half luck, part skill, and part stubbornness. "Slow burn. Revs and stalls, few clean runs, few wipeouts. Know how it is." He smirked, drinking his crimson mix.

Ghostkey immediately liked Athriel. Nobody but Sickle could out-banter or out-talk him, unless you got Chronicle drunk. "You read me that easy? Hope you don't put creds at the wrong table." No sabacc with this guy!

"I'm a huntress," she said simply. "And I'm a huntress."

"Hunting anyone I know?" Half-joking but half-serious. He took a long drag on the Dustflare, fingers brushing a tech-looking ring on his finger—sending a message, just in case they were on the menu. Then blowing smoke carefully to their side, glancing at the two at the booth with a turn of his head.

Sable had a stare sharp enough to crack durasteel. Ghost had seen killers before, Sable didn't need to prove she was one; she'd get on well with Savant at this rate.

The drinks arrived, and he ordered another to rest against the first, getting a head start. Taking a long drink, it was Ghost's turn to look over Athriel. He leaned back, tilting his head. "Lemme guess, gang at your back, streets under your feet?"

Sizing him up further, he let a grin relax him. "You ride with a crew, but…" He watched for a reaction. "Giving orders or taking them?" His eyes turned back to Sable, still seeking the next job, another angle. "What about you? Guessin' you're a lone operator, but you got people watchin' your back?" One way to tell if she was hunting creds or handing them out.

 

[Athriel]

Tags: Sable Varro GhostKey

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"Ups and downs. The way of the world." Athriel mused lightly at Ghostkey's statement "Well, with a name like Ghostkey it fits. Just like this one-" he shoved a thumb backwards over his shoulder towards Sable "With the whole silent killer vibe. I've seen my fair of Hutt Assassins 'round here. Capes, huuuggeee fans of capes." though whenever Sable said that she was a Huntress he sighed and drooped a little deflated "Huntress? Well, that's a new one. Are you sure you're not a cartel Assassin? You know, technically, if you take a contract from the Cartel and you killed someone I'm right?"

The Sephi looked towards her though as soon as he did he realized how futile it was because she was wearing a mask, no information from expressions to be gained from that thing. He turned his attention towards Ghostkey again "Oh yeah." he chuckled at the mention of riding with a crew "Lots of personalities to juggle but-" he put his fingers and thumb together and rubbed them in the universal sign for 'money' "Very worthwhile. Say-" he leaned towards Ghostkey from his chair "Are you looking for an outfit yourself? We got plenty of room for techs. The sign on bonuses are pretty stellar." Athriel had not made mention if he was giving orders to the crew or taking them "Say, do you two like dice?"

 

[Sable Varro]

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Tales of Nar Shaddaa




Tags: Athriel GhostKey

Equipment Loadout:

• Primary Weapon(s): SD-L1 Long Blaster
• Secondary Weapon(s): HG-88 Big Iron, VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade,
• Specialized Gear: Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield,
• Armor & Attire: Personal Armor

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Sable remained silent for a long moment, her mask reflecting nothing but the dim light in the room. The words that Athriel had tossed her way barely stirred her, but his attempt to gauge her with a quip about cartels and assassins seemed almost too easy.

She leaned back slightly, her posture relaxed but sharp—practiced, as though she were in control of every space she occupied. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, measured, and tinged with something almost imperceptibly amused.

"Cartel Assassin?" Sable's tone barely shifted. "I've been called worse. But no, I'm a Huntress. Which means I hunt. Doesn't matter who puts the bounty on their head. I hunt people down, and kill them."

She tilted her head slightly, as though considering the offer about the crew. "Techs, huh? You always trying to make a deal, or is that just how you get your kicks?" She shrugged a little, leaning forward to rest her hands on the table, keeping her voice even. "Money's never a problem. But that 'sign-on bonus' of yours? I'm guessing it's as good as the company you keep."

A pause lingered. Her masked face gave nothing away, but her words lingered a little longer.

"I'm not in it for the dice." Sable's words hung with finality, like the dull thud of a door shutting on a pointless offer. She almost chuckled under her breath, but kept it low. "But it's cute that you think we're here for a game."

Sable then shifted her attention to Ghostkey, though her body remained motionless. "You want to play dice, that's on you." She could sense the air growing thick with expectations, but she wasn't here to humor them—not yet.

 

[GhostKey]

Tag: Sable Varro | Athriel​

Somewhere deep down, he was caught between their worlds, needing Sable's professionalism to stay alive but drawn to Athriel's camaraderie. And worse, he'd started to want something else—freedom. A part of him wanted to take Athriel's offer, just say frag it all, walk away from his debts, and go. Right now. Easy to dream, harder to outrun the consequences.

His fingers pressed against the glass, the hesitation held there long enough to catch. So young, already in deep. Like looking at a different version of himself in the glass, just with a gang who had his back and the open road ahead. All he could answer with was indecision, "not that simple."

Ghost took a long burn on the Dustflare and let the front drop a micron with Sable. "Seen many jobs?" She seemed to ease up too enough to let her thoughts out, even if she didn't answer him straight about working alone or with backers, she'd said enough. Playing her cards close. She reminded him of when he first met Savant, their Chiss. Cold. Calculated. Kept his secrets close. But Savant did what others couldn't, and he'd saved Ghost's ass more than once.

On dice, he was starting to realize you could learn a lot about someone by how they gambled. But playing in front of Sable, at her table, without her joining? Probably a step too far. Ghost exhaled, blowing the thought between his teeth on another puff of smoke. "Wouldn't wanna take all your creds." His grin braced. "Another time." He hoped there would be another.

But something pulled at him, a question. He turned his curious eyes toward Athriel. "What's it like?" He took another drag, watching Athriel through the smoke. "Just getting on the bike and riding. Nowhere to be but where you are? More than that, no one to answer to!

He rolled the Dustflare between his fingers, then offered a fresh one across the table to either if they smoked.

 

[Athriel]

Tags: Sable Varro GhostKey

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"First off, Miss Hiredgun-" he put up a finger while looking towards Sable "The key of a successful business is scalability. More technicians means more jobs means more credits." he tilted his head in half nod "Secondly, yes. I do find it fun." he laughed the put the dice back into his pocket as it was clear neither of them wanted to play.

"Suit yourselves." he relented "Oh the lifestyle? Yeah, I suppose it can be like that. At any time I could take off-" he put his hand flat in front of him and Ghostkey then watched it soar off flatly between them mimicking a some form of aircraft taking off "and just start again. Or not." he put his hand down and shrugged "For now though? I'm doing business. Some legit some eeehhh" he tilted his head side to side "Who am I kidding? We're on Nar Shaddaa baby! Hell yeah its illegal as kriff!" he laughed loudly and gave the table a firm slap.

Then Athriel's attention went to Sable "Listen, I don't want to get on the wrong foot with you. You seem capable." he offered his hand for her to shake "No need to burn new bridges."