Kurt Meyer
Let Me Push That Button
Nar Shaddaa
[member="Bianca"]
Damn it.
He'd never thought he'd come back to his moon, never thought he'd have to. Every time he came to this place something bad happened, something either tried to kill him, rob him, or just outright kidnap him. Kurt couldn't even remember the last time he had been here, and he meant that literally. The last time he had visited Nar Shaddaa he had ended up doing so much spice and so many stims that it had left him bedridden for three days coming down from them. There was still a massive hole in his memory from when that had happened, and he still could the shakes sometimes.
So why had be come back then?
A job of course.
Kurt's work often took him all the way around the galaxy and half way back. Most people would have thought of him as a simple delivery boy, but in reality what he did was far more dangerous. He was a courier, and that meant whatever he delivered was guaranteed by him. That was an important distinction, it meant that he was responsible for his deliveries, and it also meant that he delivered quite the expensive bits and bobs. Nar Shaddaa was one of the most dangerous places to deliver to, and the thing he was delivering? Well it wasn't exactly paltry.
He had been contracted to deliver a datachip. He had no idea what was on the datachip nor who had sent it, but he did know the man who he was delivering it to wasn't exactly known for his kindness, nor his understanding. A Nikto, serious and stern, and a crime lord above everything else. He paid well for the delivery, and Kurt desperately needed to pay for the parts from Raxus, so he had come back to do this job, and he would see it through.
Like he always did.
The courier shifted slightly, checking his inner pocket for the small package he had been given and the blaster at his thigh. His head bobbed down in a small nod before he quickly stepped forward and out of the alley, heading directly towards the cantina in front of him, the sign above reading three simple words. 'The Biting Bantha'.
[member="Bianca"]
Damn it.
He'd never thought he'd come back to his moon, never thought he'd have to. Every time he came to this place something bad happened, something either tried to kill him, rob him, or just outright kidnap him. Kurt couldn't even remember the last time he had been here, and he meant that literally. The last time he had visited Nar Shaddaa he had ended up doing so much spice and so many stims that it had left him bedridden for three days coming down from them. There was still a massive hole in his memory from when that had happened, and he still could the shakes sometimes.
So why had be come back then?
A job of course.
Kurt's work often took him all the way around the galaxy and half way back. Most people would have thought of him as a simple delivery boy, but in reality what he did was far more dangerous. He was a courier, and that meant whatever he delivered was guaranteed by him. That was an important distinction, it meant that he was responsible for his deliveries, and it also meant that he delivered quite the expensive bits and bobs. Nar Shaddaa was one of the most dangerous places to deliver to, and the thing he was delivering? Well it wasn't exactly paltry.
He had been contracted to deliver a datachip. He had no idea what was on the datachip nor who had sent it, but he did know the man who he was delivering it to wasn't exactly known for his kindness, nor his understanding. A Nikto, serious and stern, and a crime lord above everything else. He paid well for the delivery, and Kurt desperately needed to pay for the parts from Raxus, so he had come back to do this job, and he would see it through.
Like he always did.
The courier shifted slightly, checking his inner pocket for the small package he had been given and the blaster at his thigh. His head bobbed down in a small nod before he quickly stepped forward and out of the alley, heading directly towards the cantina in front of him, the sign above reading three simple words. 'The Biting Bantha'.