TC-CS-4820
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The Forlorn Escape had pulled out of hyperspace a short while ago, it's long and boxy hull pointed towards the celestial body ahead of it. It looked very much like Coruscant, if its higher levels were peeled away to show the scummy underbelly of their lower cousins. The entire moon looked like the very crust was corrupted by the villainous acts taken place there, the lights a sickly orange from space. Nar Shaddaa never changed, it seemed.
TC-CS-4820 pulled his craft into a docking bay on the surface of the planet, his mechanical frame stepping out of the hatch a few seconds after the engine had powered off. On his back he carried his Rad Rifle, and in his hips he had his blaster pistol and his needler. He knew this place was a death trap for meat bags, and those who wished to do him harm would join thst pile, so why not bring some new toys along to try? He had stepped out onto a main walkway and began to wade through the hustle and bustle of the port, his sensors scanning to see anyone who would be noteable. He knew no one would recognize him, he hardly ever was without a disguise up so he in fact was in a perfect disguis, so no fear of being noticed came across his droid brain.
TC-CS-4820 pulled his craft into a docking bay on the surface of the planet, his mechanical frame stepping out of the hatch a few seconds after the engine had powered off. On his back he carried his Rad Rifle, and in his hips he had his blaster pistol and his needler. He knew this place was a death trap for meat bags, and those who wished to do him harm would join thst pile, so why not bring some new toys along to try? He had stepped out onto a main walkway and began to wade through the hustle and bustle of the port, his sensors scanning to see anyone who would be noteable. He knew no one would recognize him, he hardly ever was without a disguise up so he in fact was in a perfect disguis, so no fear of being noticed came across his droid brain.