My Bloody Valentine [Open]

[Disciple]

Nar Shaddaa
Former Refugee Sector
Landing Pad 754/A9​

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Judging by the navcomputer, the last time this ship had come to Nar Shaddaa had been a few weeks back. The pilot though, he'd never been here before. Pushing himself up off the pilots seat, he began cycling down the engines. This old bulk freighter may have been out of production for a few decades, but Nax had seen it often enough to know how they operated. Leaving the cramped confines of the cockpit, he stepped over the by now decaying corpse of the alien who'd attempted to accost the pilot and passenger of this freighter.

He'd been hailed a few times on the way down, and had responded appropriately enough to get himself a landing pad for the time being. A rather annoyed Toydarian came out to complain about paying a parking few. Nax put a blaster bolt through his face. He wasn't sticking around.

Placing his rippers back on his hips, the armored figure hefted the bag of supplies he carried and booked it away from the vessel. Rounding the bend at the end of the connecting walkway, he ducked into a nearby scrap shop as a pair of angry looking Trandoshans sprinted by. He'd made the right call in booking it.

Waiting until they were surely on the ship, he made his way back out and into the city, blending into the throngs of people despite his armor. All around him, neon lights assaulted his eyes, providing the only light to the otherwise disturbingly dim planet.

This was the home of the Hutts, a lair of crime to make Mos Eisley look like a seniors living facility.

And he had committed a murder in his first few minutes here. That meant he needed to get to a cantina.

Ducking into a small cantina at the edge of the skyscraper he was in, he counted at least twenty tables, a handful of booths and the normal Twi'lek dancers fishing for tips. It was obnoxiously loud, even dimmer than the moon outside, and everyone here was more seasoned at being an outlaw than he. But so far, he blended in, and he made his way to an empty table in the middle of the room and sat down.

Looking out the nearby window at the speeders flying by, lights looking like a firefight, he blinks as a blue Twi'lek approaches. "What can I get you, handsome?" Nax felt his eye twitch inside his helmet. "Some space." He snaps sharply, drawing a quick, frightened bow from her as she excused herself.

Not a single person spared him a second glance. Maybe he could fit in.