The Nar Shaada incident.

[RC 212]

[member="Spar Malric"]

Nar Shaada,

A lot was going on here. Ellie was landed and having the local mechanics overhaul her hyperdrive for what seemed like the sixth time. Most of the credits she'd gleaned from the last job went into it, and the ones that were left?

Well she had to eat and she liked a drink or two.

She was seated at the bar in a seedy bar and grill establishment on the west of end of smugglers Town, a region where the weak of heart dared not to go. Her twin Sawed -off shotguns were slung across her back in a x, and her hair was dirty and unkempt.

As she drank from the dirty steel cup she cast her brown eyes subtly about the room, looking for potential threats, eavesdroppers and targets of opportunity.

She was a delivery girl. She moved things from point A to point B no matter what it was. Unfortunately business was slow.

"Excuse me?"

"Yea girl?" The bartender shot back, frustration is his voice as the nearby tables broke into an old drinking song, sloshing food and drink on the decks of his bar.

"I'm looking for a job. Do you happen to have any leads?"

She needed credits.... bad.

"Might have something on the job board, ever been there?"

"No not quite, tell me about it?"

She cocked her head, gazing idly at him with her doe like eyes.

"West end of the alley, little small steel box. Has a datapad in it linked directly to the shadownet. Just pick a job, log your credentials and you're on your way kid. Best not to try and steal it though, has a self destruct after a certain radius."

"Hmmm, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

"Never got your name friend. You're new round here."

Ellie smirked, tossing him a credit chip.

"I'm no one."

 

[Spar Malric]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

Spar had just finished a long spice run and unloaded several tons of the substance in the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa. Now he was refueling both his ship and himself. Sitting in a corner booth so he had a good view of everything that was happening, he was eating a mixture of meats that could be anything from bantha to ewok. Who knows where they get this crap, he thought as he took a sip of water. No alcohol tonight. Getting drunk was a bad idea when you have a large amount of credits from a big job at risk.

He leaned back, surveying the crowd. Some drunks singing here, someone passed out on the bar there. Quite the crowd.

Out of the corner of his eye, Spar saw a young looking girl sitting there by herself. He got a chuckle out of the twin shotguns slung across her back.

Getting up, Spar turned his attention to the job list. He got up and began walking in the direction of the steel box.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Spar Malric"]

Ellie rose from the bar, sliding off her stool and stalking out. As she went she flipped her hood up over her head, and readjusted the straps on her rucksack. Her Westar-35 jingled on her hip as she walked, and the shotguns were sliding on her back, making her irritated at the incessant scratching they produced.

I got to get better holsters, She thought.

It was just then she ran smack into the man, lost in her thoughts. For a second she simply stared, brown eyes peering out from beneath her hood. One hand dropped instinctively near her Westar but not on it.

"Excuse me, sorry about that!"

Then her eyes spotted where he was headed. Same place as her she guessed, who else walked towards a steel box at the edge of the alley. The way he strode, the way he stood, how his eyes were locked on the box. Yes that was definitely it.

"I guess you're looking for a job as well?"

 

[Spar Malric]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

As Spar was walking, he wasn't paying very close attention to what was going on around him. He was thinking about what kind of paint job he was going to put on his ship with the money he just made. Modifications. Upgrades. Stuff like that.

BAM

Just then, someone ran right into him. In a motion that was so natural it showed he had done it a thousand times, he reached back for his rifle which was slung across his back. Seeing it was the girl he had noticed before, he lowered his arm.

"No, it's my bad." he grunted.

Spar had noticed how she said as well. So she was in the same line of work. That made Spar raise his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a job." He said. Spar wasn't much for people, but this one seemed nice. For now. Either way, he turned back to the steel box. This is business. Not time to socialize, He thought.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Spar Malric"]

Ellie waited, watching him as opened the box and then spoke up.

"I'm looking for a big score. Not gonna lie I'm hungry, and broke."

She forgot her manners. Damn it!

Then she bowed and held out her hand for the other man to shake. She assumed he was a captain, judging on the fact he was looking for a job and that he had an impressive spacers outfit on. Her eyebrows raised a bit as she gave him an up and down look and then grinned.

"Forgive me, I get carried away. I'm Raxis, Captain Eliza Raxis. And who are you anyways?"

He didn't look much like locals from she gathered.

"What line of work are you looking for?"

 

[Spar Malric]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

Spar opened the box, about to search for a job when the girl spoke up again.

"Hungry and broke, huh?" He said, looking the girl up and down. He had been there before, hungry and broke wasn't new to Spar. But right now he was neither. He could spare a few credits couldn't he?

As she held her hand out, Spar reached out and firmly shook it. "Captain Spar Malric." He said, looking the girl in the eyes.

"I'm looking for anything that pays well."

After debating the idea in his head, Spar reached into his inside coat pocket. This might have looked like he was grabbing a gun, but instead he pulled out some credits.

"Here, get yourself something to eat." He said as he tossed the credits to her.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Spar Malric"]

Ellies eyes darted to the credits and then back to the man. Spar eh? Spar was making her blush a little, red rosy color peppering her pasty cheeks. With a gloved hand she pushed the credit's away, shaking her head. She was poor yes, but she liked to think she could make it on her won. A wild streak of independence was sometimes a weakness for her.

"I'm ok for now. I got ration bars on the ship."

She paused, wondering if she should spill the beans about her recent job. The Datachips from Zorchla the Hutt. Military encrypted and delivered safely to their rightful owners, except that she had made a copy, behind his back.

Spacers always knew folks, but first she had to make sure he was the right guy to crack it to.

"I actually might have a lead. It's a shot in the dark, but do you know anyone with decryption capabilities? Preferably way above military grade?"

 

[Spar Malric]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

Spar was impressed that Eliza had turned the credits down. Normally, people would jump at free credits. But she didn't. Spar liked that.

Spar put the credits back in his pocket. He was starting to relax a bit in the presence of this girl. She seemed decent. She obviously wasn't trying to con him out of a few credits. Might as well keep talking.

She had mentioned decryption. And she needed skills way above military grade. Spar wasn't much for decryption, but he might know someone that could help. He might.

"What do you need decryption capabilities for, take something that's not yours?" He said jokingly.

If this was going to have a decent payout, Spar wanted in.

"Yeah I know someone that could help. What do you have in mind?"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Spar Malric"]

A grin split her face. Stealing yes, that was the word for it.

"Um I might have.... accquired some classified information in my travels. I'm a delivery girl, I move stuff from point A to point B. sometimes folks need information moved, other times it's crates full of guns. Either way, let's say it was a bonus to myself for poor treatement from that particular employer."

Flash backs of her and Echo holding Zorchla the Hutt at gunpoint ripped through her mind. She'd even put her Westar in his major domos mouth and threatened to blow his brains out.

"The information I obtained is encrypted. Since we both seem to be the same type of folks, it's not that far of a stretch to imagine it has great value to someone or other."

Ellie paused, placing a hand on her chin and folding one arm to herself.

"The question is, what's your price? If it's good, and your person cracks it, do you want credits, or are you looking for something more like... an adventure?"

 

[Spar Malric]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

An adventure? That brought a smile to Spar's face. But not because he was looking for an adventure. It brought a smile because adventure found him. No matter what. Why look for adventure? It doesn't pay for fuel and repairs. No, he was after credits. And maybe adding a friend to his list of contacts across the galaxy.

"I want fifty percent of the profit on this. If I'm going to go into this not knowing whose information I'm decrypting, then I need a decent payout. Who knows what kind of enemies this could make me."

It was true. The information they were going to be decrypting could be from anyone, since Eliza hadn't said a name yet. Spar could be making enemies with anyone by doing this, and as we all know, that can come back to haunt you.

"Tell you what, if you get me fifty percent, I'll make sure there's extra adventure involved." He said with a wink.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Spar Malric"]

Eliza smiled, her grin going from ear to ear and shining brightly in the dim dull underworld. She held out her hand again, shaking his with vigor and her brown eyes blazed with a wild fire.

"Deal!"

She wasn't entirely even sure what she was holding, but a split was a split. Whether credits, materials or otherwise.

"Excellent. I acquired them from a no name Hutt on Tatooine. Not very important, did piss off a few Black Suns by refusing to pay the docking fees. Just a disclaimer."

She produced the chip as if out of thin air, sliding it forth from her cuff down her wrist and onto her palm. It was amber and translucent. A thin series of bright blue lines criss-crossed in ordered symmetrical patterns.

"Let's go visit your man."