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Trouble On Nar Shaddaa

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Nar Shaddaa
Financial District

"This Moon has been controlled by one government or another for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid it was the Hutt's, then the Black Sun, then the Republic, now the Techno Union. Everyone says they want something better. Everyone says that they care and want to see this world improve for the better, but the end result is always the same. Millions of refugees, thousands starving to death, and countless lives simply forgotten on the smugglers moon. Perhaps it's time to remind them we're still here."

The message played over and over again on the screens all around the Nar Shaddaa Central Trade Tower, a building that for the past three decades or so had been the home of Nar Shaddaa's rather shady financial dealings. Within the Trade Tower lavished the heads of criminal organizations, major businesses, even a few minor government entities. It was here that the rich came to exploit Nar Shaddaa herself, where deals were made and where the refugees and downtrodden of the smugglers moon were maneuvered into taking the financial losses of the rich. This was not some conspiracy, not a tall tale told by Children, but a financial fact.

For millenia The Smugglers Moon had been the home of criminals, refugees, murderers, and scum.

That scum included those who would exploit others, who would see the downtrodden pushed to worse and worse situations. They used the refugees and the poor of Nar Shaddaa for their own means, maneuvering them into low paying factory jobs, pushing them for government aid which was then stolen. A thousand difference scams were used to garner money from the people of Nar Shaddaa, and all of them were conducted through the Nar Shaddaa Central Trade Tower. Everyone knew this, but nobody said it. Governments shied away, uncaring or simply ignorant, everyone else? Everyone else was too weak to do anything about it.

Well, nearly everyone.

As the message played over and over again, repeating with only that strange symbol floating in the center of the screen something began to happen at the base of the tower. There was a buzzing, a loud droning of engines. The speeders parked in front of the tower began to vibrate, their engines spooling up but seemingly never releasing their pent up energy. They began to shake, to thrum, and then suddenly, they exploded.

Four speeder cars erupted into massive fireballs of shrapnel and heat, consuming the sidewalk and peppering everything around it with sharp bits of superheated metal.
 
The echoes from the explosions were not heard throughout most the Undercity of Nar’Shaddaa. The buzzing noises created by the hectic life people lived on the smugglers moon muffled out the sounds. And if they were not, many were bound to simply dismiss them. Nar’Shaddaa was after all not known for its peaceful nature.

Nevertheless, if one had passed by apartment unit 125-28, in the rotting Sansar Apartment Complex located in the west parts of the undercity, they would have heard similar explosions. Not that anything of grand scale took place inside the small and darkened condo, no instead the recordings that had surfaced on the HoloNet minutes after the event had taken place were currently being watched by the owner of unit 125-28.

The numerous screens that filled a corner of the apartment were glowing intensely, being the only light source in the darkened, and rather untidy small room. The explosions and the central trade tower were reflected in a pair of round spectacles that sat neatly on the owner of the apartments’ nose, her pale face illuminated by the monitors, showing the slight, yet large grin that were forming on her features.

“What a grand prank. Missed to mention the Red Ravens as owners though.” She muttered at herself, a modest hint of appreciation and amusement heard in her accented voice as the recording had finished being played, her attention seeming to turn elsewhere as she started to type on a nearby keyboard, her eyes, hidden behind her round sunglasses searching for a nearby ashtray as she tried to figure out where she last had left her non-finished cigarette. “What a waste of talent though.”
 
[member="Jen"]​

People saw what they wanted, no, they focused on what they wanted. Fire, explosions, shrapnel, death. That was what they wanted. It was an attractive proposition, the drama that a blast like that created, the explosions tearing through the rich and famous of the galaxy. It was something to see, something to talk about, something to focus on and play on the news over and over again. It was a flight of fancy really, a terrorist striking at the heart of Nar Shaddaa' financial district.

Everyone would be talking about it.

Everyone would be focusing on it.

That was what he wanted of course, why he had done it. The explosions had torn up half the street, cut dozens to ribbons and had caused the entire building to be evacuated. Most had run to the landing platforms, jumped into their speeders and simply flown away. The security forces had rummaged tot he front of the building, they had aided those injured and then secured the lobby where scorch marks marred the floor and walls. They were still there of course, only minutes after the explosions had rung the city streets.

Kyrie was impressed.

He had expected their arrival to take more time, ten minutes at the least, but they had been there in five. He suspected that it was the pull of the rich and powerful, the money that flowed through this building. He had never seen his homeworlds security forces act so fast, even when they had been controlled by The Republic. Perhaps they were really doing their jobs for once, perhaps they actually cared this time, perhaps they wanted to help. A chuckle passed his lips.

Either way, none of them noticed a security door sliding open in the subterranean levels of the Nar Shaddda Central Trade Tower.
 
Jan stumbled across the floor of the lobby. The shrapnel in his left shoulder was digging dangerously close to the bone. Other bodies were lying around him, not moving. That didn't matter though, because Jan just cared about himself right now. He could still her the ringing from the blast in his ears. He had been standing next to his employer when the explosions had gone off. The last thing before the concussion blast knocked him out was shrapnel flying into the guy's face, and thinking there goes his next payday.

Jan woke up looking at his cracked HUD.He slowly made it too a pillar and sat against it, while security forces secured the lobby. They focused on the better looking, better dressed people first. They made sure to get them out of the lobby, and get them medical aid. They gave no attention to Jan. He looked like a refugee in his armor and just another person that wandered off the street into the lobby. Jan grimaced as he chuckled and caused the shrapnel in his arm to move slightly. He was lucky he had extra padding on that shoulder, or he would have maybe lost the arm. Jan reached with his right arm into his chest and pulled out a adrenaline shot and threw it too the floor in front of him. He then reached to his back for his medpack, and took out some painkillers and gauze. He then swallowed the pills and injected the adrenaline shot into his right arm.

He started to feel the effects kick in, a numbness come over his body, but energy bursting forth too. Jan then gripped the shrapnel and pulled it out, only with a slight hiss escaping from his lips. He then took the gauze and started to poorly wrap his arm. He would need medical aid, but he could at least function. He looked at his HUD as he motion tracker came on, and started to go crazy with all the movement from the security forces and victims. Jan started to stand up, and stumbled slightly resting his body against the pillar. He looked at his motion tracker again, and noticed movement going deeper into the building. Jan though a victim was probably disoriented and going the wrong way. Jan hesitates, then starts to shambling to the security door leading to the bowels of the Nar Shaddaa Central Trade Tower.
 
[member="Jan Valdum"]​
People really only looked where they wanted to. They didn't care about those going into the building, nobody watched the security guards, the fire department, the Nar Shaddaa bodyguards that all streamed into the building searching for their respective quarries. He was one of many, though he was still out of place. Once or twice he got an odd look, a man holding a fire extinguisher staring or a search and rescue droid watching him for a moment, each time however he just looked at them, casting a rueful gaze and a shake of his head as though he were one of them.

Each time they just looked away, reassured.

It was amusing really, though his smile stayed away. It didn't take long for Kyrie to find his way to the second floor, shorter still to find the turbo-lift that was still operational. He had taken careful measure with the explosions, they had torn apart the lobby and scorched the earth, but they'd caused no real damage, at least not on the inside of the building.

He stepped into the turbo-lift, his fingers lacing over the controls. There was an error message, a loud beep. He frowned for a moment, then pulled a small dataspike from his pocket. The card was slipped into the side of the control panel, the chirp of electornics sounding for a moment as a slight haze fell over his eyes. A moment passed, then the error beep turned into one of acceptance. He smiled again, for the briefest moment, then pressed the thirteen key.

Going up.
 
Jan was about to go though the door when he was grabbed from behind. Jan turned qquickly around and reached for the revolver at his hip.

¨Help! The place is catching on fire!¨ A young well dressed man said as he handed a fire extinguisher to Jan. Jan was about to say it wasn´t his problem when a section of fiery roof fell a few feet away from him. Jan immediately doused the flame with the fire extinguisher and turned around and found the young man trembling.

¨This isn´t my kraking job!¨ Jan yelled out spreading his arms out wide, exposing the guns on his body.

¨Awww Force! Just take anything! Here my wallet, just don shoot me!¨"the young man screamed as he threw the wallet at Jan and ran out the lobby.

¨........Idiot¨ Jan said ,after a what the force moment, as he picked up the wallet and started to riffle through it, with the fire extinguisher still in his hand.

Jan then looked around and saw something peculiar. A man with no injuries, or sign of injury was walking through the lobby. He moved with purpose. The the man turned to Jan and his face turned to one of sorrow, and he started shaking his head like it was the end of the world. Jan stared at him and jerked around as another section of the lobby came down. Jan doused it with the fire extinguisher and turned back around to try and find the man. He was gone. Jan threw the fire extinguisher to the floor, and tried to remember the direction where the man was going. Jan traced his steps and looked towards the direction where the man looked like he was going. He was going inside the building....maybe up a floor?

Jan shambled through the lobby and the rescue droids, and made it too the second floor. It looked like it had taken almost no damage from the blast..........This didn´t make sense. Why detonate a bomb, without doing damage to the building? Did they do it for casualties?....No, no if they had taken the building down that would have maximized casualties. They didn't hit any support structures, just the street and the lobby. Jan made it to the turbo lifts and saw one was already up at floor thirteen. Jan tried to call it down and got an error sign and a loud beep...well krak.

[member="Kyrie"]
 
[member="Jan Valdum"] | [member="Jen"]​
The lift worked as expected, rocketing up the side of the building within only a few seconds. It seemed that so far everything was working as he had intended it to, the lobby had been torn apart, a few dozen lives had been lost, and most seemed to have placed their attentions on everything going on outside. He smiled slightly as he stepped off the lift, red blaring lights sparking throughout the hall. A blue haze formed over his eyes, shifting slightly as he looked around the room. There was a slight flash, then Kyrie stepped forward.

He moved down the hall without thought or hesitation, simply tracing his way over the polished floors.

The slicer passed door after door, ignoring half a dozen offices, several secure employee areas, and even one vault room. They were of no interest to him after all, everything contained within that vault was physical, statues or aberrations that one rich man or another had left here was collateral. They didn't interest him, too expensive and in the end they only hurt one or two people. He frowned for a moment as he took a turn in the hall, spotting one of the cameras that slowly panned across the narrow space.

He hugged the wall.

With careful steps he approached the small electronic, reaching up and placing a small device on it's underside. There was a spark, then Kyrie moved back to the center of the hall.

It took him only a moment more to reach his destination, a single security door. His palm found its way above the electronic panel, another small spike inserting into it's side. There was no spark this time, but after a moment the door fell open, revealing a host of databanks.
 
Jan grunted as he tried to call the lift down again and was again rebuted by the negative sign again. Jan growled and was ready to punch the control pnael when he remembered something. He didn't have clearance....but maybe someone else did. Jan riffed through his pockets for the wallet the man in the lobby had thrown at him. Jan opened it again and dumped everything onto the floor. Gum.........Receipts.......Alot of spa receipts......keys......ID Card!

Jan took the ID card and placed it into a slot into the side of the control panel. The panel then lit up and a affirmative beep came from it. Jan gave a small grin as the lift came down. Jan counted in his head the time it took for the lift to come down, which was a couple second. Jan then got into the lift and pressed floor 10. The lift shot up to the tenth floor in 2 seconds. That wasn't right it took about 3 and a half to come down.

Jan then pressed a button and the lift went back to the second floor. Jan then press button 13, deciding to go up a few floors. The lift shot up again and when it it hit the floor, Jan was sure it was the same exact of time it took the lift to get down. Jan got up
Kyrie said:
red blaring lights sparking throughout the hall. A blue haze formed over his eyes, shifting slightly as he looked around the room. There was a slight flash,
Jan stepped forward and withdrew the ambassador revolver on his hip. He felt his muscles give a signal of slight discomfort. Jan ignored it and started to move across the 13th floor,

[member="Kyrie"]
 

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