The Moon's of the hutts.

[Lord Zrixtas]

Location: Narshada (Spaceport)​

The approach had been smoother than most in his old ship as he headed towards the spaceport. 'I wonder if they actually have it here?' He thought as he initiated the ships landing protocols. He had come searching for a supposed holocron that was supposed to have popped up on the Nar Shaddaa black market.
With a thud and a shake the ship landed on Nar Shaddaa and he stood up and left the ship. His armor was new and he was still getting used to it around his metal body but it had the pleasurably added effect of making the fleshsacks think he was one of them as he had his hood over and most of them thought that his head was simply a mask. As he passed a spaceport official that wanted to try and extort more money out of Zrixtas but he simply raised the man up with one arm and made his optical sensors glow even redder.
He walked out of the spaceport and placed his hand on his chin and looked around. He curiously felt a presence in the force and not the usual untrained ones that littered Nar shaddaa without knowing the power they possessed this one was trained if by only a little but still trained.
"So then who are you?" He muttered to himself as he stood at the edge of the spaceports taxi station and looked over the glittering spires that doted the surface of the moon while he waited for the taxi to come along. The winds were subtle and made the edges and small ribbons sway gently in the breeze.

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[Javek Tysis]

Nar Shaddaa. One of the few planets Javek actually enjoyed visiting for the oddest of reasons, but he wasn’t here for a visit. He came alone, searching for an Ithorian metalsmith named, Erd. Erd was a close associate of Javek and he and his great granddaughter were in debt trouble and would soon be kicked out of their tiny apartment complex in the Duros Sector.

Javek, being the kind gentleman he is decided to travel to the city world, despite having the urge to stay on Voss and continue training. He knew not how the Masters at the Jedi Temple would think of what he’s doing, but if they do raise questions hopefully they’ll be understanding.

The shuttle finally reached it’s designated landing platform, Javek walked down the lowering ramp steadily. He wore a standard black cloak with his light battle armor underneath in the event of “violence” taking place. On this planet, being aware was essential to avoid being kidnapped, mugged or even killed. It was a big planet with a even bigger population so there was always a chance things could go faulty.

The sector Javek was lowered in was bustling with activity. It was almost mesmerizing seeing so many bodies move so chaotically through a one way street, but it also made getting to his destination much, much harder.

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[Lord Zrixtas]

Zrixtas waited for a few minutes as the taxi arrived and he got in to the open roofed taxi. As he gave the driver his intended location of the black market in the duros sector, he looked around as the city began to change from the bustling and bright sectors to the more crime infested sectors. The ride took a while and he began to grow a little bored as the ride took nearly an hour to get to the Duros sector, at which point Zrixtas grew suspicious as the taxi finally landed and he noticed that it could have take five minutes.

Because of the obvious ripoff attempt Zrixtas simply left the Taxi and glared at the Zabrak that began to yell at him and he flashed his two blasters at the man. "If you attempt to rip someone off make sure they can't realize it." He simply said to him as he then left the man and walked deeper into the heavily populated Sector. A few attempts to pick pocket him were met with a simple glare and a tight grip on the attempting individuals arm before he let them go.
He looked around and then pulled out a datapad and stared at it as he tried to figure out were the market was supposed to take place. He Moved out of the main street and leaned up against a wall as he was going over the directions he had found.

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[Javek Tysis]

Javek finally stumbled out of the crowd after what felt like hours of walking. The lights from a pair of fluorescent lights hit his eye sockets blinding him for a moment. It was a cantina. A very uppity one at that. Upon recognition, he realized that he was defiantly not in the Duros Sector, a mistake that wouldn’t go without a censored comment.

“Time to start walking. Again.” he muttered under his breath.

Eventually, Javek spotted an Air Speeder parked nearby awaiting a possible passenger. Within seconds, Javek rapidly took a seat in the speeder and eyed the Zabrak driver in the front seat.

“Duros Sector my friend.”

“Sure thing, Boss.”

Good, now Javek was back on the correct route. Hopes were high that he’d get to Erd...sooner or later.

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[Lord Zrixtas]

Zrixtas walked for a while and then lost his temper as yet another cretin was attempting to pick pocket him. Grabbing the mans clothes he raised him up with one hand and made his optical sensors glow red to intimidate him, seemed to work a bit too well. "If you want to be able to not have to eat through a straw I suggest you tell every single pickpocket on this Force forsaken moon to Stop Trying or I start flaying you chit's AM I UNDERSTOOD!" He shouted at the poor man who literally shook his head up and down as he nodded furiously and even pissed himself.

After letting the man go he ran away and he noticed that the other people were giving him a wide berth now. 'So to get some privacy all I had to do was scare someone witless?' He thought before he picked up his datapad again and uploaded it into his body so he wouldn't have to constantly pick it up again and again when he lost his way.
Force he was beginning to hate this moon.

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[Javek Tysis]

Something didn't feel right...

Javek sensed something, a presence even. Sensing things was never a strong suit of Javek's, but he felt it through force. Another force user was nearby.

It wasn't at all surprising given the size of Nar Shaddaa. He had it may be just another Jedi, and not that of the Dark sort. As the speeder reached it's final destination, Javek tossed the credit chip in the drivers lap and hopped out of the door.

"Thanks. Safe travels."

The Zabrak driver pocketed the chip and nodded upward in silence

Javek removed his datapad from the stitched pocket of his robe. The directions Erd gave him to his home was lack luster. It was obvious the old Ithorian had no clue how to work technology. He's been a metalsmith his entire life, tech wasn't big on him.

After attempting to comprehend the digital letter, Javak found a lengthy alleyway, filled with debris and puddles of mucky water. The poor individuals whom used the alley as their home kept themselves balled up against the alley walls.

One of them seemed shoken up. Terrified even. Maybe he was just mugged by someone even poorer then himself.

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[Lord Zrixtas]

Zrixtas was more than irritated now as he walked through the throngs of people in the sector. The map seemed to just lead him into circles and his patience was lost as he stopped near a metalworkers shop. 'Might as well see what this has to offer.' He thought, hoping they had a large stick which he could use on the one that had given him the map in the first place.
He entered the shop and looked around a little over the shop, it was poor for sure but he noticed that it was the handiwork of someone skilled in his craft. He looked over the raw ingots on sale as well as the forged metal tools and weapons and found a particular sword that he admired.

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