Hear No Evil

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Nar Shadda

Mac always hated Nar Shaddaa. He hated the cramped spaces and the smell and the people. He much preferred wide open spaces and tall trees, both of which the smuggler's moon sorely lacked. Yet here Mac was....again. The pirate was in between jobs and there was always potential business here. His partner in the Coalition of Brethren had chosen to spend more time on building her trading company than going on raids. Not that Mac could blame her, that trading company had always been her dream to pursue, but he sensed that his fate laid elsewhere.

Just not on this forsaken planet.

In truth, he had come here looking to buy a ship for himself, ideally a decent sized freighter that he could live in. Buying a ship like that would vastly increase his independence and opportunities. He could smuggle or conduct raids, build crews, and simply keep moving. Thankfully, he had built up solid friendships with shipping companies from his caravan days. In the meantime, he could hitch a ride whenever he wanted in exchange for his service, its what allowed him to travel so often.

Mac ended up spending his last night on Nar Shaddaa sitting in the back of a crowded bar by the window overlooking the street. His caravan would leave in the morning and he wanted to get out of the small motel that he rented. The street itself was thinning out as night approached. No one wanted to be caught out after dark on Nar Shaddaa, marauders would start to prowl the streets, looking for any easy targets to rob or do other unsavory things to. He took a swig from his cup, it was just water, but it kept him preoccupied. He leaned back against the wall, looking out the window and listening to the moody foreign cantina music. His hands rested on the twin axes that were holstered on each side. Whenever a patron would walk through the door, Mac would break his gaze from the window but besides that, he was content to watching the rain begin to fall outside.

[member=Lora Tey]

 

[Darth Athora]

The fall to rock bottom was a long and dreadful one. It was a trip that Lora had to take recently. She was once happy and apart of a loving family. And now, here she was. Sleeping in the gutters of Nar Shadda. If she was lucky, a local would take her into their home for a day or two. Sadly, this was not one of those days. Slowly, the young woman woke up from her slumber as rain began to fall. Her ragged clothes were already dingy enough. Getting them wet would have only enhanced the stench she radiated. She rose to her feet and walked out of the alleyway she called home for the night. Once on the widewalk adjacent to a busy street, she looked around for some kind of shelter from the coming rain.

[member="Macoda Haberon"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

The blood red sun was soon eclipsed by the tall dark buildings that were lined in a rainbow of neon lights. A light rain started to fall. As Mac looked out the window of the seedy cantina, he spotted a young lady garbed in rags that was walking the street.

She better get inside quickly.

Not because of the rain, Mac actually quite enjoyed the rain, but because it was getting dark out and thugs loved to prey on those caught out after dark. Mac was not worried about walking alone at night, his stature alone dissuaded most would-be muggers, and the axes at his sides dissuaded all the rest. He was, however, concerned for the young lady that he saw. But Mac wasn't the one to look for trouble, and wouldn't get involved in anyone's business unless he needed to step in.

Mac looked at his empty cup with disappointment. He looked around the cantina and decided that his time was better spent catching up on some sleep before the cargo ship left in the morning. Mac rose to his full height and ducked through the door frame, stepping out onto the street. The brought cooler air which greeted him about exiting the building. With his hands resting on his axes, he started the relatively long walk back to his motel room, down the same path that the young lady went down.

[member="Lora Tey"]

 

[Darth Athora]

Lora did her best to bundle up as she walked, but shivers still rocked her core. She took a right down a slim street in the direction of one of the families that had offered her shelter before. She was about a block down when a large man stood in front of her to block her path. As she was walking with her head down, she did not see this man so she walked into him. "Empty your pockets, cupcake. Now!" The man demanded. But, she could not hear a thing he was saying to her. She just looked up at him and shrug her shoulders. She could, however, read his lips. "You hear me, girl? I say empty your pockets." he demanded once more. She turned out her pockets, revealing nothing but a bit of lint. The man grabbed her by her shirt and lifted her up off of her feet. She struggled to get herself out of his grip but to no avail. Lora was practically helpless at this point.

[member="Macoda Haberon"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

When the beggar who was walking in front him turned down a narrow street, he thought nothing of it. However when he started to hear some sort of scuffle, he turned back to check out what was going on. As he rounded the corner, he saw the beggar being mugged by a thug. The thug suddenly grabbed the beggar and lifted her off the ground as she struggled to break free of his grip. Mac had a horribly good idea of where this was going, and he wasn't going to have any of it.

"HEY" Mac boomed as he ran towards the thug. Though the thug was large for a man, Mac was much larger. As he ran towards the two, he unholstered his axes and prepared for a swing. The thug saw what was charging at him and dropped the young woman in an effort to run away. However, Mac got there too quickly and kicked the man in his back, sending him sprawling forward onto his stomach. Mac then walked over to the thug, standing over him. However the thug quickly turned around on his back and shot his pistol at Mac.

The blaster bolt grazed his shoulder which irritated Mac. He swung both of his axes down onto the thug and silenced him. His blood splattered onto Mac's face. The giant pirate stood back up and freed his bloody axes from the chest of the thug. He turned around, blood still on his face, searching for the young woman who was being mugged.

Was she still here?

[member="Lora Tey"]