Location: Nal Hutta, Hutta Grove
Fill didn't like Nal Hutta truth be told. In fact he wasn't fond of the world one bit, but it was damn good for getting information on the happenings of the outer rim. The real crime bosses all funneled their stuff through Hutta and Nar Shaddaa, everything else was just small time dealers and idiots who thought they were striking it big. Fill wasn't a normal jedi, and given his preferred attire, he didn't even dress for his job; heck, he still didn't have a lightsaber. Though his reason for being here was totally legitimate. Given how close this world was to Jedi territory, if there was some illegal happenings about to hit the space, it would be being bragged about here. He found the nicest looking mud-hole on the swamp world, which was so properly named 'The Bog'; give the fact it was built into the base of a massive tree, Fill couldn't find a better suited name. Entering the place, he found it exactly to his liking. Poor lighting, sketchy customers, and the immediate sense of danger; yep, he had found his spot. He found a place at the bar, and ordered a Hull Stripper. Just as he figured, it was served in a dirty glass, and the bartender didn't even look him in the eye. "Nice place you got here." Fill remarked, taking a gander of the company. "You got a problem?" The barkeep asked, as he was now looking in the direction of Fill, who soon found a reason for why the lighting here was so terrible; the bartender had the mother of all facial deformations. "Not at all sir, just commenting on what a....nice establishment you have here." Fill countered, raising the glass to his lips and sipping his drink. The disfigured man didn't seem to take kindly to the smugglers words, as he merely grunted and moved on down the line to another customer. Refocusing his attention elsewhere, Fill strained his jedi senses to try and pick up on some curious leads he could follow; hopefully this investigation would go better than the last.
Sam Sheridan
