Light? No. Shadow? No. Responsibility.
NAR SHADDAA
STARPORT
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Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation] -
Gear/Armor
Mask
Right Gauntlet
Left Gauntlet
Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
Headset Microphone Comm-Link
Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
Lightblaster
Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
Throwing Lightknives
Force Blinding Flashbangs
SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
Muscle enhancements.
Hemo enhancements for blood flow
Hawkeye implants for eyes
Advanced Medical Implant
Scentzy
Injected Nanotech upgrades
- Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise
I know that Jedi aren’t supposed to say this, but “I hate this rock.”
That was Connel… He did not like Nar Shadaa, and not because he was not a gambler. He mainly did not like coming here because every.single.solitary.time that he did, there was some level of trouble, some problem, something that would make a simple operation go sideways.
Like now.
He was here simply to follow up on one of his informants who contacted him. Connel, a few days ago had sent out “feelers” like when he was searching for ancient artifacts for
Efret Farr
, and Tannitt of all people responded. Tannitt, the slimy little Bothan former spy turned infobroker/thief had “said” he found something big here on the planet. Tannitt is a known liar, and two faced scumbag, so Connel took it with a grain of salt, until he did some research, he found something. Darth Malak’s remaining Forces, while not “forming a base” here, often holed up on “The Smuggler’s moon” often holding information dedicated to him and his exploits, even mentions of Darth Revan. He couldn’t overlook this if he wanted to…
… and he wanted to.
However, here he was. No, Connel did not come in on his own ship, he stowed away on a tramp corvette. No one knew he was here, which of course meant no one was coming for him either. He could stay in the shadows easily enough, work in stealth and make his way to the apartment of the scumbag to stake it out. Until Tannitt walked in.
Then a crash through the window, and HE did too. What’s up, Tannitt?!”
“Wha? Vanagor?!” Immediately, instinctively the Bothan bolted towards the door only to find one of Connel’s Throwing Lightknives sail by him and slam, energy blade first, into the door. All he could do was stop, turn around and throw his hands up. “I’m not resisting.”
I’m not a cop, and running is resisting.
“I… I didn’t sell you out to the Cranum Diamond. I promise.”
Just like you didn’t sell me out to the Corellian Hundred, or the Violet Sky. No, I get it. That’s not why I’m here. I want to know what you know.
“I don’t know nothing.”
Grabbing him by the shirt, picking him up and throwing him against the wall, Connel tilted his head. Wanna try again? Like starting from the message you sent me?
“Oh…” He said, his tone immediately changed, into the look of someone who was in over his head. Connel recognized it immediately. Like Tannitt wasn’t supposed to send that, or immediately regretted it.
Yeah “Oh! TALK HAIRBALL!
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