Private Twilight of Nar Shaddaa

[Sahi]

Twilight of Nar Shaddaa

"A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, which flashes like a spark sun! A black eye is the best one"
- William Rounseville Alger -

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Gear: In Sig
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Nar Shadaa wasn't exactly home, but it was close considering Sahi was born and raised on Nal Hutta. She frequently visited the ecumenopolis moon every time she was in this region, having wonderful relations with the Hutts and other character types; like the one she had just left. Her ship needed a routine maintenance check-up, and though she did most repairs or check-ups on her own ship, she loved how Gru, a Rodain she trusted with her ship, treated the Dark Rhapsody like it was his child. And he charged almost next to nothing. With her ship being tended to, she needed to kill some time. Briefly she considered visiting one of the Hutt cartels to make inquiries about work, she was after all a bounty hunter. But Sahi discarded the idea, opting to spend some time in one of the local cantinas; for a few drinks and to hear gossip, rumors, and drunk spacer stories. It was always interesting, and entertaining, to be in any of the numerous cantinas that seemed to be everywhere on the moon.

Upon entering the cantina, The Dreadful Cough, she looked around the sea of patron faces. Some were familiar to Sahi, whilst others were new. The new faces she suspected where either here to earn the favor of the Hutts or running from something; the latter being quite dangerous considering all the bounty hunters and mercenaries that ran amok on Nar Shaddaa. But that was their problem. As the Vahla moved toward the back of the cantina, to her favorite table that was dimly illuminated, she greeted, and return greets from those that she knew. Gathered in packs, across several different gaming tables, were those that found pleasure in playing pazaak and dejarik; two games she never found interest in. She was in the business of making credits, not losing them through games of chance and ill-fated card games and chess boards.

Sahi passed a table where a female Twi'lek was sitting, a new face to Sahi. Very few Twi'leks operated independently on Nar Shaddaa, most were employed as dancers, escorts, and whatever the Hutts or their underlings required of them to do. Sahi quietly nodded her head toward the blue-skinned Twi'lek as she walked past her, placing her mask on the table in the back; pulling out a chair, and promptly seated herself. A server droid appeared to take her order, and when the droid left Sahi leaned back in her chair, placing her legs on top of the table. There was a rule about putting your feet on the tables in The Dreadful Cough, but that rule didn't apply to the bounty hunter. As the droid returned with her drink, a musical trio of Weequay took to the stage, retrieving their instruments from cases, and punctually began putting into the air the soothing sounds of music. For pirates, they were pretty good.

Sortarb Gin'Yeenesh

 

[Sortarb Gin'Yeenesh]

The music began to flood the whole cantina, but the blue Twi'lek had her attention fully upon the game of pazaak that was before her. The beautiful Rutian wore very simple clothes, a blue tank top and a sort of form fitting pants. She had a concealed blaster, but it was customary to any and everyone in a cantina of this sorts. Her lekku were moving freely, but she had a special tattered headband attached to her head. It was obvious to anyone that the Twi'lek had drips of sweat pouring down her temple due to the heat in the place. However if anyone knew anything about this Twi'lek, they knew that she thrived in a stressful invironment. Sortarb bit down on her lower lip as she went through what cards to play, but she knew she had a winning hand. Not far from her on the table that they were sitting at, was a mountain of credits that both of them had bid. The Twi'lek had a knack for charming people to bet their entire life savings, only to lose it all to her 'chance'.

The man across from her who was playing her knew that he was losing ground, especially since how much hired muscle there was in this place. However, he didn't have a lick of sense to him. He was an aging man, that appeared to be a retired smuggler trying to get back into the game.

"Draw your cards, slave!" The man demanded, but she didn't match his energy. She was calm and collected as she slowly set her cards down. The hand was flawless, one that couldn't be beat by any amount. A perfect 20.

The Twi'lek wasn't responseless, however. Her lekku slithered from their resting spot on her shoulders to move together, coiling like two snakes about to pounce on their prey. "Na'toona." (Twi'leki for your turn)

The man was perplexed by the woman's words, as he assumed that the Twi'lek couldn't speak basic. But when he looked down to the cards he knew he was done for. "My life savings! I will kill you! You cheated! You must have, you headtailed dancer!"

Sahi