Private A Hive of Scum and Wolfery

[Gerwald Lechner]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Wearing: xxx
Tag: Killaway

The stench was what Gerwald noticed first. Hutts, the moon was polluted with their ilk, even if there were other criminals and the like. Gerwald had never been on the Smuggler's Moon before, but the reputation the world had over the millennia was well known. No matter the various groups or factions that had tried it seemed the world would never be rid of the ilk which attracted some of the worst filth the galaxy knew. A smirk tugged at Gerwald's lips as he imagined the Confederacy reaching out as far and purging the planet of it's criminal element, especially the slavers. There were two thing the Confederacy could not stand, empires and slavery. Gerwald personally hated slavery over the other more. He had seen the atrocity it brought, and anyone who could be associated with the continuation of it in any form, Gerwald despised.​

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He tried not to breath in too deep through his nose. There were so many scents to distinguish. Gerwald was there for only one however. A certain slaver had been tracked to the moon. Normally this would not be something Gerwald would look into, but the man was wanted by the Confederacy for attempting to smuggle slaves through the factions borders. A ship had been found crashed on his homeworld of Stewjon, and while the crew had been killed, Gerwald wanted the slaver responsible. He would drag the man before the courts, and eventually the arena would be where the waste of a life would meet his end. The criminal would make a great snack for a Reek or a Nexu.​

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The moon was large, and Gerwald had no idea where to begin his search. Fortunately he was supposed to meet a contact who would. They were supposed to meet at the Neon Cherry. Gerwald could only imagine what kind of establishment would have that name, but he would soon find out. The club more than lived up to its name. Neon lights, loud music, cherry decor, but what drew Gerwald's attention were the various caged dancers. A low growl settled in his throat as many of them were Twi'leks. If only they could return to a free Ryloth. How many of them had not seen the planet of their origin since they were children? How many were not even aware of the life available to them now that the Confederacy had eradicated the practice of slavery.​

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Gerwald sighed as he approached the bar.​

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"I don't suppose you serve a good mead here? No one does. Whiskey... and a fruity cocktail."​

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The whiskey was for him, the cocktail because it reminded him of Naedira. Soon. She would be among the living again soon. Gerwald had to keep telling himself this.​

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A nod of his head was given to the barkeep when they drinks were set in front of him. The whisky was downed rather quickly while Gerwald looked around the room. He was where he was supposed to be wearing the black leather and the crystal necklace. His hair was kept long as he told his informant it would be. The wolf supposed he would have to wait. Hopefully it would be easy and simple.​

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Who was he kidding. Things like this were never easy and simple.​

 

[Killaway]

Gerwald Lechner

It was a well-known fact that slaves on the Hutt homeworld were ignored at best and beaten at worst, a well-known fact that made Lu'Kai slide into the shadows as far as physically possible when running tasks for his master, Grakkus. Albeit, there weren't many that required him to leave the palace, yet, as he grew older the more he was allowed outside. It was also well known to his master that as he grew older, the better he was at hiding himself. That reasoning led to where the kid was now, a small cloak draped around him, with a bundle of cloth wrapped tightly in his arms.
If he was tracked down, caught, or for some reason stalled in his attempts to return this item to his master he was sure of another session of punishment. Just the idea of the electrical prods made him shudder. But, that was if. Besides, no one expects a slave to be a Hutt's drug transport.

Getting back to the palace from the dockyard is easy enough, usually. Today, however, there seemed to be a greater number of Hutt rivals that normal out and about in the levels, exactly in Lu'Kai's path, and it wasn't exactly hard to spot him as a Hutt slave, the giant brand on his arm a dead give away, literally. So, instead, he slipped into a local club, his intent to slip in, then out the back into the alleyway.
Lu'Kai wasn't exactly tall, but he was easily able to see over the tables as well as the stage in the center of the building. Keeping his head down, he slipped through the bar patrons and towards the back of the room, only to be met with a doorless wall.

"Of course." Lu'Kai huffed under his breath. He had no choice but to wait out the rivals or risk being found and possibly killed. Groaning slightly, he made his way back toward the entrance, fully intent on sitting next to one of the building's windows and waiting for a few hours. Sliding into one of the only empty booths nearby a tinted window, he dumped the bundle in his lap and leaned on the table.

He was going to get in trouble for this
And no amount of reasoning was available

It was enough for Lu'Kai to contemplate an escape plan, not that he hadn't before, it was something he thought about a lot. But, so long as he had the tracking chip within his neck, any attempts to leave off-world would surely end with him in multiple pieces. Removing the device was possible, he knew that, but he wasn't about to take a vibroknife to his throat in an attempt to dig it out.

Well, not yet at least