The Thieves' Fair [PM to join, unless invited]

[Moah]

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MARKET 02​

From pickpockets to burglars, most thieves needed to sell what they stole. They did this to fences. Fences, taking great risk buying hot merchandise bought them for a percentage of what they were actually worth. Ten was generally agreed upon. At risk of burning their hands, the fence only held on to the goods for a short amount of time, selling it to another. Preferably on another planet. This cooled the items and increased their value. That's where Nar Shaadda's Market 02 came in. The fair was first amongst fencing markets. Working as a hub for planets across the galaxy, after goods passed through it the item would be considered cool enough to sell at a third planet.

It was impossible to keep such a large fair completely secret. The market was known outside of smuggling circles as an urban legend. Instead of just simply it, the organizers moved it around. Every week it was hosted at a new location, directions given only to trustworthy smugglers and fences 24 hours beforehand. You had to be well established within the community to snag an invite. Getting an invite was a sort of acceptance to the wider community of smugglers within Hutt Space. And bad behavior would blacklist you as well. For this reason, despite being a thieves' market, it was actually one of few areas on Nar Shaadda relatively free of pickpocketing.



A rare invitation to the market for outsiders appeared on a lesser known slicer subnet the day before:

NSHAD SubN 5.174 *Error52: Ion Scrambled Address*

Need to check some servers before purchasing. Free tour of Nar Shaadda's famous thieves' fair included. Market 02. Prices are a steal. Yes, it's real. Ping the following holonet relay for directions: NS73HDbjsh874

Sending a message to the relay would produce instructions to meet at a large bronze statue of some dead Hutts' head, deep within the bowels of Nar Shaadda. Moah sat at the base of the big head eating lunch.

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[member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Jalek Sathora"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Dashal Vance"]

 

[Jalek Sathora]

Typically, seemingly random pings on the HoloNet were regarded with a careful suspicion, and with good reason. Any unknown signals were oftentimes malicious at best, and Jalek had experienced enough in his seventy-three years of life to know better. However, knowing better and actually doing differently were two very different things, and it was something he was fond of demonstrating time and time over. Learning from past mistakes was something he'd always had a difficult time with, at least when it came to actually applying said knowledge in non-life-threatening situations. His own way worked well enough, and he would be hard-pressed to change it. And, well, maybe this one anomaly would actually bear fruit. There was only one way to find out.

Upon pursuing the message and sending out the signal to the specified relay he was directed to the underworld of Nar Shaddaa itself. It was a venue he'd frequented in years past, and when compared to Taris it was easily navigable. Of course, when Taris was in the equation, almost anything else seemed simple. This wasn't his first time spent among criminals, and so he navigated the crowds with an ease that spoke only of experience. After all, his ex-boyfriend had once been the leader of the Red Ravens, back when there were still Ravens about. Company of the criminalistic sort was nothing new, and he maneuvered with an ease most would find difficult to possess.

Traversing the streets of Nar Shaddaa he didn't receive many second glances, as a tattooed slicer was nothing of particular note. Jade eyes scanned the crowd carefully, picking out those that stood out in the wrong sort of way, committing the finer details of their appearance to memory. Don't know why I even bother. There was really no rhyme or reason to, other than to sate his own curiosity. No other jobs had presented themselves of late, and so he was back to square one when it came to earning credits, which was really comprised of nothing more than this or that odd task that never really challenged him in the first place. Having an extensively long lifespan meant nothing if he wasn't doing much with it.

One hand fumbled in a pocket for his ever-present pack of cigarettes, taking one between his teeth, it remaining unlit of yet. Finally the one he supposed had sent for those peering eyes on the HoloNet came into sight, but he kept his pace as leisurely as it had always been, meandering over to him as casually if they had run into each other accidentally. Leaning up against the base of the statue he lit the cigarette, releasing a plume of smoke into the air with his next exhale. No words were put forth, and he merely studied the other man for a moment. "You must be the kid that sent the message. New to the scene, or just unwise when it comes to inviting anyone around to your little party? I'd be careful with who you decide to keep company with. Never know, with places like this."

[member="Moah"]