Sithbane
R E U N I O N
Nar Shaddaa
902 ABY
The Kyr'yc Saca, the Last Shot, hummed smoothly as it dropped out of hyperspace into the orbit of Nar Shaddaa. Its reactor and components were running a lot more smoothly after Siv had taken some time after Rodia to tune the ship up, per Sahan's suggestion. The Saca was the third ship he'd owned, replacing his aged Outlander-class Starfighter. Its polished Mandalorian design reminded him of his first ship, the Blood Eclipse, which had been destroyed during the retaking of Mandalore. A lot of things seemed to be reminding him of his earlier life these days.
The criminal-infested moon of Nal Hutta loomed large in the viewport of the dropship. The first time he'd come to Nar Shaddaa had been in his teens, after the razing of Mandalore. Alone, clanless, with only a ship and his armor to his name, he'd come to hurt space to work and make a living the only way he knew how. That had been a different time, before the Enclave, when he'd lived by the credit and next bounty paycheck. Though he'd been here since it still brought back memories every time he made a visit to the moon. How things had changed since that first time he'd glimpsed Nar Shaddaa.
As he piloted the dropship into the atmosphere, he pinged Sahan on his comms. He'd been in some part of the ship doing who knows what during the hyperspace jump, affording Siv some much-needed alone time given what was up ahead for them. But now, it was time to bring his son back to the fore. "I don't know if we'll find your uncle on this moon," Siv said gruffly as he guided the Saca towards a grimy docking bay in the upper levels of the city. "But, an old contact of mind gave me a tip about some 'Mando bard' down in the undercity. If there's anyone that matches that description," he finished with what could almost be deciphered as a grim smile, "it would be Obran."