Nar Shaddaa.
It was a place Eleanor had only heard of, and never expected to personally visit for a long time. From what she had been told and learned of, it was one of the galaxy’s havens for all kinds of lowlifes. Starting with smugglers, and going all the way down to shady underground gangs and syndicates.
Then again, was the Smuggler’s Moon really that much different compared to say Coruscant? The only difference with the latter, is needing to delve down into the multitude of levels to find its shady underbelly.
Where Coruscant’s surface was full of senators, politicians and Jedi. Nar Shaddaa’s surface could be described with one word; Nightlife.
But that was not the reason for why Eleanor had finally set foot on the moon. Rather than enjoying the usual festivities available, she had come to attend an auction instead. Eleanor had known of it for a few months, after it had been discreetly announced through Underworld channels. And after getting a peek at what was potentially on offer, suffice to say there were a few items that caught Eleanor’s eye.
The time frame gave her enough time to figure out how she was going to access the auction. It was an invite-only kind of thing, so it meant Eleanor had to get a little creative in how she could get inside. She didn’t have the credits to ‘buy’ her way in, nor did she have the reputation to talk her way in either.
Which left her with only one other real option.
Security.
Through a little investigating, Eleanor had tracked down the group that would be running it for the auction. All it took was a little ‘accident’ to be arranged to provide her an opening. With one of their own out of action, it was a simple thing for Eleanor to slide in and replace them. It took some convincing, but Eleanor had planned it to happen right before the group was set to oversee the item shipments. They couldn’t afford to be one person down for that kind of operation.
And now here she was, within the auction itself. But rather than being in the audience, Eleanor was on the stage, standing just to the side, watching it all unfold. So far none of the items she was looking for had come up. But once they did, she needed to concoct a means of switching them out.
However for now, she kept up her facade and looked out at the audience. Her expression was stern/neutral, arms crossed as she acted her part as a security guard, watching for any potential trouble.
