Nemo Sekh
Collector of Antiquities
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RESH 9376 - POINT NADIR SHADOWPORT - SALOVAN'S SOUK
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50!? Each of these Kyber crystals is worth ten-times that!"
She couldn't deny the near-absolute certainty that they were fakes, but it did no harm to try. She'd stolen them in good faith, after all. If nothing else, that Chadra-fan would've been relieved to know she'd removed a fake from his collection. "Your loss." Frowning, Nemo stormed away for another stall- in the bustling Krayt Dragon nest that was Salovan's Souk, you could always find your mark.
She wasn't especially particular to selling fakes, but caf and hyperfuel weren't exactly free these days; archaeology was scarcely the gold-mine she'd anticipated. She closed on a retrofitted Viper droid, dealing with five customers at once, its numerous eyes whirling to deal with each. The Gand who looked to be its owner was deep in a game of Dejarik. Its rusted vocoder blabbered gibberish in a multitude of languages. Perfect. She forced her way over to it through the crowd. "Pure Kyber crystals-
90 each." It paused to process the transaction. She leaned back slightly with anticipation. "Come on, rust-bucket... yes!"
She couldn't suppress a wide grin as its spindly arm gently swept the bag away to the bench of its stall, eye swivelled back to her. It barked a nonsense string of bleeps. "Is that... good?" It bleeped again. "...Sure." It stopped for a moment, arms dancing across the circular workbench to contend with her, a very angry Duros, and a headless droid simultaneously. With a sound like a small bell's ring, it spat a credchip back at her. "Pleasure doing business with-" She heard a hoarse cry over the crowd. She tore the credits away from the droid with a gasp.
Whoops. The Gand was not happy, stomping through the crowd towards her. "Blame the droid!" Her laughter wasn't helping calm him down. He drew a blaster. Poodoo. At least Gand weren't exactly famed for their running speed.
"Sorry!" Nemo leapt into a sprint, scrambling to duck as the first shot burst into sparks over the crowd. They didn't seem fazed- this was certainly Point Nadir.
[member="Alasdair Sitra"]
RESH 9376 - POINT NADIR SHADOWPORT - SALOVAN'S SOUK
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"Fake!? Who're you calling fake!?" Nemo cried at the Decraniated merchant. "You're literally a walking-" She gasped with frustration, snatching back the drawstring bag. The lobotomised figure started again in its bizarre mix of Huttese and Basic. "
She couldn't deny the near-absolute certainty that they were fakes, but it did no harm to try. She'd stolen them in good faith, after all. If nothing else, that Chadra-fan would've been relieved to know she'd removed a fake from his collection. "Your loss." Frowning, Nemo stormed away for another stall- in the bustling Krayt Dragon nest that was Salovan's Souk, you could always find your mark.
She wasn't especially particular to selling fakes, but caf and hyperfuel weren't exactly free these days; archaeology was scarcely the gold-mine she'd anticipated. She closed on a retrofitted Viper droid, dealing with five customers at once, its numerous eyes whirling to deal with each. The Gand who looked to be its owner was deep in a game of Dejarik. Its rusted vocoder blabbered gibberish in a multitude of languages. Perfect. She forced her way over to it through the crowd. "Pure Kyber crystals-
She couldn't suppress a wide grin as its spindly arm gently swept the bag away to the bench of its stall, eye swivelled back to her. It barked a nonsense string of bleeps. "Is that... good?" It bleeped again. "...Sure." It stopped for a moment, arms dancing across the circular workbench to contend with her, a very angry Duros, and a headless droid simultaneously. With a sound like a small bell's ring, it spat a credchip back at her. "Pleasure doing business with-" She heard a hoarse cry over the crowd. She tore the credits away from the droid with a gasp.
Whoops. The Gand was not happy, stomping through the crowd towards her. "Blame the droid!" Her laughter wasn't helping calm him down. He drew a blaster. Poodoo. At least Gand weren't exactly famed for their running speed.
"Sorry!" Nemo leapt into a sprint, scrambling to duck as the first shot burst into sparks over the crowd. They didn't seem fazed- this was certainly Point Nadir.
[member="Alasdair Sitra"]