I Like Big Guns and I Cannot Lie

[Holden Tark]

Nar Shaddaa, the smugglers moon, what better place to smuggle in big guns to a group of people hoping to get themselves free from whatever regime was held over them. Tark could really care less about getting involved in the politics of the map, but what the hell, there was a brand new ship at stake for him. Sure he bought a new ship, but it was used, and sure did not have that brand new ship smell. With taking on a new partner recently, Tark was becoming painfully away of how disrepaired the ship he had was. That's what he got for getting a mechanic on board.

The cargo hold had several crates. They were marked for food deliveries. There was a local eatery which Holden had used to smuggle some artifacts through before as well. The drop was supposed to be simple. Dress like delivery agents, drop the crates off in the food storage unit of the eatery, and get off the planet. Yes, this was a middle man for the resistance force, but this is how it was.

Tark was looking in a mirror to make sure his jumpsuit looked right. The patch on the left breast pocket said, "Hank," wow what a name. This was the last time he was leaving the names to Runi. To pull this off they would have to pull a good con-job. Not everyone in the eatery was in on this, just the supplies manager. He ordered the food, and Tark took advantage of the relationship. At least the crates would have food in them if checked. Tark took advantage of his skill as a cop to make sure they would pass the smell test. This was the smuggler's moon, but that was all the more reason to be careful. If they were cheating anyone the chanced they would be shot just went higher.

"Okay Ru, let's see it. You pulling off that jumper and making it look sexy, or is it not flattering to you at all?"

Like she cared? She probably didn't, but Holden was able to tease, so he did.

[member="Runi Verin"]

 

[Runi Verin]

[member="Holden Tark"]

It was a strange feeling working with someone again after so long as a solo operation. It was almost a novelty; one that she was sure the Corellian’s numerous idiosyncrasies would eventually cause to wear thin. A Corellian (ex-)cop and a Kiffar from the fringes. They were a mismatched pair to be sure, one that almost read like the start of a bad cantina joke. They were just missing a Zeltron priest and a Trandoshan vegan to round out the punchline. Maybe a Wookkiee. All the good jokes had a Wookiee in them.

Nar Shaddaa. A wretched hive of scum and villainy that Runi had hoped never to step foot on again, yet here she was, bathed in the perpetual neon glow that permeated the moon from top to bottom. In theory she had nothing to worry about; she was up to date with her repayments to Dasooga last she checked. A detail that should have translated into a certain degree of protection from the shadows. In practice, however… Her Hutt creditor was a lesser rung in his own Kajidic, lacking the pull nor the clout to really be an effective deterrent. Coupled with the fact the Besadii were on the outs with a lot of the Five Hutt Families, the whole place made the Kiffar’s shoulder blades itch.

“Couldn’t look any worse than you, Hank.” Runi shot back as she adjusted her collar of her own jumpsuit. Save for the ‘Rusara’ patch embodied on the jacket, it wasn’t too different from her normal attire. A few less grease and oil stains, perhaps. She glanced briefly at the mirror over Holden’s – Hank’s – shoulder and gave herself a satisfied nod. It was a far cry from the legendary disguises Garik Loran, but it would pass a cursory inspection. “Run me through the plan again.”

The details themselves pretty straight forward. Pick up, drop off, exit stage right. Basically your standard smuggling run on the surface of things, the kind that was being carried out countless times across the galaxy even as they were speaking. She’d taken well over a dozen or so such runs herself since working for Besadii, most pulled off without a hitch. Her last run for them into Coruscant hadn’t exactly ended well. A fact that only hastened her desire to get off this neon moon as quickly as possible. “What’s the name of our contact again?”

 

[Elara Amadis]

Nar Shaddaa what was she doing back here, ever since kei amadis she had stayed away from here. And now she was walking family walkways, noticing the darkness around her. Imagining the whispers that said they were gathering their forces to see if they could take her back to the Blue Lady. She smiled her canines barely exposed, still ever mindful of how some reacted to this.

There was plenty buzzing about who was where and what they were doing, she needed only to choose her poison and head there. But not yet she was enjoying the feel of being back to the place she called home for so long.

Gold fleck eyes moved over everyone who came near her, she'd tense for a moment waiting for them to turn, to challenge her but nothing happened. Was it safe to drop her guard? Maybe, maybe not.