The Decaying Tooth Market.

[Wi'ru]

The sound of a Bith jazz band filled the air. Wi'ru sat in his small office in the cave-like market, cracking open a bottle of rum and taking a sip. Three Gammoreans and a Trandoshan quickly sprinted over to the entrance. They stared at the vault-like door for a moment, the Trandoshan leveling his blaster rifle with the door. The largest Gammorean out of the group, took a step over to the door, placing his hand on the tumbler of the vault door, gripping onto it tightly.

He quickly spun it, releasing steam from the door. The large locks that kept the blast door in place slowly moved in, locking in place. The second Gammorean went in to grip onto a steel bar that was bolted to the door and began pulling it open with the first Gammorean. The door screeched open, revealing a line of around thirty criminals, standing in line and shouting.

They immediately stepped inside, dropping down fifty credits and allowing themselves to be searched for weapons. Most passed the test and entered the market, some heading over to a table they had already pre-rented, while some examined some of the other tables. The vault door remained open with the three guards preparing to blast some brain's all over the wall.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Wi'ru"]

One of the market's current denizens was a Mandalorian bounty hunter, more or less like any other Mandalorian bounty hunter. Information was the fuel in his jets these days, and places like these sold information like they sold beer: dirty, raw, fragrant and plentiful. This particular hole in the wall went by the name of the Decaying Tooth, which about summed up his feelings on the matter.

All things considered, he was after about six different bounties, a couple of them the sort that could be satisfied anywhere. The Coronet's reactors wouldn't fuel themselves, nor its crew make their pay off goodwill toward men. Money needed to keep coming in, and that generally meant bounties, though he'd made decent coin as a capital ship thief once or twice.

The downside to trawling a place like this for intel was the bounty on his own head, half a million from a Master of the One Sith. Good times.

 

[Wi'ru]

A Chiss approached [member="Ember Rekali"], a look of anger on his face. The Chiss wore leather rags and gripped tightly onto a blaster rifle. "Here to purchase, sell, or speak to the owner?" He asked, staring at him with cold, cold, cold eyes. The Chiss went silent, standing stationary in the middle of the damp, cave-like market. "Well?"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Wi'ru"]

"All of the above. I'm in the market for information and I've got services to sell."

 

[Wi'ru]

"Then follow...follow quickly." The Chiss would then lead the man through a few winding tunnels, and up a staircase made out of pure rock. Once they reached the top, there would be a hut like room with a wooden table and sitting at the table would be the Coruscanti Ogre, Wi'ru. The Chiss nodded over to [member="Ember Rekali"], before returning back to the market.

Wi'ru's head shot up, staring at the man. The Ogre took a sip from his bottle of rum, before snorting like a hog. "Why you appear?" The Ogre asked.

(Yes, I am typing the dialogue of the Ogre like that, purposely. To sell the idea of his Semi-Sentience.)

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Wi'ru

"Why am I up here? I heard the Tooth was a decent place to find a rumor or two -- or to hire out. My name's Rekali; I'm a bounty hunter and sometimes a ship thief, if the wrong people have the right ship."