The Smuggler's Moon

[PadawnPrawn]

Nar Shaddaa- Vertical City

Fletcher had managed to get himself stranded on Nar Shaddaa, though he could argue that it wasn't his fault. He had been made aware that the moon was crime infested, though he had yet to experience any misdeeds. He had never been to Nar Shaddaa before and found the place quite disgusting as everywhere was purely filthy and polluted, which was nothing like what he was used to on his home planet, Naboo. This place was quite the opposite.

He walked down the dirty streets, cautiously. Glancing at people every so often as they were giving him unreadable looks. He wrapped his robes around himself in attempt to conceal the attire that defined him as Jedi, though he still stuck out in the crowds.

Having no idea as to what he could do to get off this moon or even survive here temporarily, he leaned against a wall by an alleyway, watching people scurry through the streets and he assumed he was probably witnessing something illegal as there were mysterious looking items being sold in various places down the street.

As he had very little credits, he hoped he wouldn't be the target for any sort of crimes that took place here. Though he knew there were far many more crimes than simply stealing, he knew he would have to watch his back. He had no hope of getting back to his master, or Naboo. All he had was his lightsaber and a few credits which would most likely hold him up for a day or two. He needed to get more credits and fast.

 

[Armand Temi]

In her off hours from slicing and thievin' and crimin' in the Red Ravens, Dakita Calfur liked to get back to her roots. Spice peddling. The Zeltron party girl did this mostly for the extra credits but sometimes she just enjoyed helping others have a good old karked up time. Some people volunteered, others gave to charity. Dak thought of her efforts in a similar way - she was to giving back to the community.

Dakita stood against a building, under the glow of a street light on a Nar Shaddaa sidewalk. "Ryll, glitterstim, marcan herb," she said to anyone who passed her. In her giant black handbag was her Ropo named Wilhelm. "I got it all!" she advertised. "You want something more exotic? I got that too."

She turned her head to take in a young blonde-haired teenager who was wearing one of those brown Jedi snuggies. "Hey you," she said. "You look lost. Need some directions?"

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Inhaling sharply, he turned and looked at the girl before relaxing slightly. She didn't seem threatening, but then again, you could never trust anyone here. Ignoring his senses, he spoke to her anyway.

"Um, well, I got stranded here and I have no where to go." he said, looking agitated. It wasn't exactly a secret about the situation he was in, so he had no shame in telling people.

Subconsciously, he knew he shouldn't trust anyone here, but his trusting nature led him to believe otherwise. He was prepared to do almost anything to get off this filthy planet.

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Keira Priest]

It was almost too cliché, when you thought about it. Nar Shaddaa was a planet rife with all manner of illegal activity, and had just recently been established under the claim of the Red Ravens, one of the most notorious criminal syndicates in the galaxy. To have a distinctly light presence show up on the Smuggler's Moon out of nowhere was an unexpected surprise, and one Keira or any of the others had been anticipating. At the very least it begged investigating, something she wasn't opposed to doing personally. After all, she'd once presented herself in a similar manner, though that time was now years in the past. Presently she was the antithesis to most everything he likely stood for.

Just like the one she sought out she currently wandered the streets, spurred on and directed by the Force. In a sea of criminals and malcontent, he stood out to her like a beacon in the fog. It was only a few minutes before she finally spotted him through the crowd. Apparently the other Ravens hadn't wasted their time in locating him as well, as she spotted the familiar pink-skinned figure of [member="Dakita Calfur"] through the people that milled about endlessly. She'd already been beaten to the punch, but it wouldn't do good to just turn around and leave. The fact that he'd willingly shown up here was enough to give her cause to continue.

Finally pushing past the last few disgruntled individuals she studied him for a moment, her amber gaze smoldering like a distant fire, thunderclouds roiling behind her eyes. A haze of darkness permeated her presence through the Force, an obvious indicator to any of those nearby that she was affiliated with the dark. Presently she remained silent, letting the aura she knowingly emanated speak for her as she gauged his apparent skill level. At first glance he was nothing more than a learner, which only made the rest of it all the more amusing. Did no one think twice these days, or was common sense just this much of a rarity anymore?

A smile quirked on her lips, something of a mischievous edge to it. "Lost, Jedi?"

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

 

[Cheshire Kat]

Did someone say glitterstim?

The Cheshire Kat, fresh off a shuttle from the planet Dredd, strolled the streets of Nar Shaddaa without a care in the world. Mostly because he was higher than a runaway kite. Cheshire's idea of strolling involved leading a roving gangs of glit-bit, hippie swoop bikers with chainsaws and stun whips. The Kat was on the prowl. He'd heard that the Red Ravens President, Cryax Bane was now living on the Smuggler's Moon, and Kat wanted his own piece of the action on the Promenade corners. So he had arranged a meeting with the Big Blue One himself. Big Blue? Big Blue! That would be the name of his next ridiculously potent batch of glitterstim that he would sell to the fine, upstanding citizens. He would piggyback on Bane's infamy to help push his brand. It was all about the marketing!

Side-winding around the corner like a snake, with a large gang of Cheshire's Children freaking out behind him, Kat spied a few Red Ravens in the crowd on the Promenade. He recognized the human and the Zeltron from that crazy happening on Dredd. The two women seemed about to scare the Force out of a young Jedi boy who must have gotten super duper lost. Kat held up a thin finger to his gang, signalling them to hang back, and he sauntered forward to get a better look. An innocent, tow-haired Padawan? In the middle of Nar Shaddaa all by his lonesome?

"Far out." he said to nobody in particular.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Sensing a flicker of darkness in the force, his eyes skimmed the citizens for a source. After no avail, he was suddenly approached by [member="Keira Ticon"]. Surprised by her sudden approach, he hastily stepped back, quickly realising that she was the source. Though he wasn't shocked to find a dark sider on such a misguided planet such as Nar Shaddaa.

Knowing he had his lightsaber if he was attacked, he didn't feel at all afraid. He spoke to Keira calmly, though with a hint of arrogance. "It's none of your business." he said, standing up at his full height. He refused to let anyone push him around or patronise him.

He knew it would be obvious to seek him out as a Jedi, though only if you knew what you were looking for. It was harder to sense out the force here, maybe because everywhere was purely so dark.

[member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Dakita sized up the Jedi and said. "Nowhere to go, eh? Here let me give you a hint." With her pink index finger she pointed as she spoke. "Over there is Robbery Central. And up that way is Crime Spree Square. And oh yeah, down the street is Homicide Hill. Are you getting my drift? There's nothing but gravel maggots and trollops and you're as green as goblin moss.

Wilhelm poked his head out of her handbag and with his long tongue he licked the young man's cheek. Dakita laughed and pet the ropo's fluffy white fur. "He likes you!" The Zeltron female broke out in a series of coos and "aws" at her rare pet. Then her face grew serious and she looked the Jedi in his eyes.

"So really what are you doing here on Nar Shaddaa alone with nowhere to go?" Dak didn't even offer him any spice. Even she knew the looks of someone who preferred books over blaze.

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Fletcher sighed and shook his head, muttering. "This place is ridiculous..." he looked down the street and was suddenly licked on the cheek by some white fluffy creature thing of by which the likes he'd never seen before.

"Ugh." he frowned and wiped his cheek with the sleeve of his robe. Who knows how diseased the creature could be? Can't trust anything here he kept reminding himself.

"Look, I didn't choose to come here. Some girl held me captive and dumped me on this moon out of nowhere. I've never been here before and I wish I never came, it's horrific." he said with a sigh.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Cheshire Kat"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Armand Temi]

"See in my playbook I would call that a typical first date," Dakita said. In a rare moment of empathy, the Zeltron smuggler felt sorry for the young man. Nar Shaddaa could be horrific for those who didn't know how to navigate its dirty, crime-ridden streets. This one in particular looked like he needed a good home and a warm bowl of soup but that wasn't to be had in Hutt Space. She needed to suggest going somewhere relatively safe. Plus her rare moment of empathy could wear off at a moment's notice and then she'd need a place to start her wild partying for the night.

"How about we go to the Golden Nautolan? It's a casino on the Promenade, not too far from here."

The Nautolan was upscale and well protected. Even crime lords had trouble bringing their weapons in - security was that tight. But the other thing about the Golden Nautolan was that it was crawling with Red Ravens, the galaxy's most notorious crime syndicate. They would basically be flying straight into the Raven's nest so to speak.

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

 

[Keira Priest]

"Cute." Smirking slightly, Keira rolled her eyes. The bravado act he put on really was amusing and even adorable in its own way. It came as no wonder that he was so dedicated to the Jedi and their cause. Most of his age and standing were the same, and it was only later that they began to question those they had once called friend, but even that was rare. Still, the fact that he'd stood up to her was something even she could appreciate, to a degree, though she caught the faintest hint of arrogance in his voice. Even that was nothing new, but it could be exploited later. For the moment, however, she was content in playing nice for the most part.

Not once during their exchange did she acknowledge the lightsaber glimpsed on his person, nor did she draw attention to the same weapon clipped at her waist. A confrontation of the more violent sort wasn't her intention this time, and she wouldn't instigate something unless he made the first move. On the slim chance that he did, she would be more than prepared to deliver swift retribution. He was at least a few years younger than her, which was enough to make his tough act nothing more than just that in her eyes. It was a nice piece of irony that he'd wound up here, rather unfortunately and by accident.

With a shrug, she glanced to [member="Dakita Calfur"]. "Might as well. There isn't anything better to do." She turned her attention back to the young man in front of them. "What do you say, then? It might be against your Code, but even you Jedi have to know how to have fun once in awhile. Who knows, you might actually be better for it." Never having put much stock into any kind of dogma herself, she had little patience for those who followed one by the book, especially something as ascetic as what most Jedi abided by. It was incredibly boring, in her eyes, and left little room for individuality among those belonging to the Order. All in all, it made for little fun.

Her gaze cut to the newest arrival, a man who seemed to be higher than most of the typical addicts that inhabited the planet, which was certainly saying something, given all that she'd seen. "Can I help you?"

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"], [member="Cheshire Kat"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Cheshire Kat"]

Aiming through the sights of her Redentor the chief of staff of the Red Ravens looked down at her target, it was some hutt looking to expand into Nar'Shadda after the withdrawal of the Republic. However what this Hutt was unaware of was that while the republic would of thrown him in jail, the Ravens would of killed him. And while normally Patricia didn't kill people anymore and normally sent wetwork contracts out to her hitters, it was always nice to keep the skills sharp. Besides, she had a distaste for Hutts since a certain Chiss made her give a lap dance to a ugly hutt clan leader.

So this was some sort of payback in her own little way. Leveling the sights she aimed the crosshairs over a Hutt's head that was slithering past [member="Dakita Calfur"] and the Jedi. Oh this was just too perfect, two for one. Patricia clicked the safety off and cocked back the slide to chamber a fresh round.

And from the apartment building about fifty meters away Patricia pulled the trigger and a thirty zero six round put a hole in the Hutt's head, exploding brain and bile on the concrete near Dakita. Patricia raised up her comm link and spoke softly to Dak's comm piece.

"Target is down, friendlies moving in." Patricia slapped the rifle on her back then climbed down the apartment building wall.

Walking up to @Kiera Ticon and the rest of the baddies she looked to the Jedi and then to the dead hutt a few meters away.

"Hey Keira, hey Dak, whose this?" She asked in a very casual tone as if she hadn't just put a bullet in a small time hutt lord's brain pan.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Well-" he'd say walking towards the two, his coat tails rippling with the small breeze "-ain't this precious, love in a place like this." his lips cracking in a smile, slivers of grey smoke escaping through his open mouth, his ashen flecked finger's pulling his cigar from his mouth his thumb and forefinger pointedly bend dabbing the ash from its head. "Boys come 'ere, ain't something you'd think to see on this moon. To think we were just here to rough up some stores and take some creds, and we found the impossible, love on Nar Shaddaa."​

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[member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Duyuri"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Well, while love is good and all captain, I still feel the urge to make some creds." Thraxis would say, apathetic towards the current situation, "Though i do need to ask Captain, which store do we hit up? we have gotten to many donations from the cantinas, i feel like we should try something else, maybe a food stand, or a moisture stand." he would say, looking around the streets for any fresh donator.

 

[PadawnPrawn]

"Well she threatened to kill me numerous times, but I suppose that's normal in dark siders." he said, switching his look from [member="Dakita Calfur"] to [member="Keira Ticon"], as he was aware of her dark sider status.

After being offered to go to a casino, immediately he shook his head. His eyes darted around the faces of the few people gathered around him, he'd clearly gained more attention than he hoped. He began to reconsider the question as the pink skinned female seemed friendly enough, and after a moment of reconsideration, he agreed.

He shot Keira a poisonous look after hearing her openly mock the Jedi, but he knew there was nothing he could do really. He remained silent as [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] approached, knowing that she had just so openly killed a hutt besides them. So far it had proven that not everyone here was out to steal from you or kill you, well unless you're a hutt.

"Love?" he asked incredulously. "I don't love her, we just met, and if I was going to fall in love, this would be the last place I'd do it on."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"What ever you say, anyway mind spotting us some creds." he'd say his grubby finger's running through the briar of hair wrapped around his chair, before adjusting his coat to form around him his flannel tassels rippling with the movement. "Think of it as a donation, you see my mother is very sick and we're raising funds." he'd say turning to Thraxis, giving him a rye grin.​

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[member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Duyuri"]

 

[Thraxis]

"You don't understand sir, the fact that two young lovers could find comfort with each other on this place is incredible, that is why me and my friend here are so amazed, it really brings a tear to me stoney heart." Thraxis would say, a smile starting to grow on his face, his arms crossed with his hands placed upon his chest, "But other than your blossoming love, mind sparing some creds?" his faces smile quickly withering away and his arms flopping flimsily down.

 

[WelshPsych]

Having lived on Nar Shaddaa since a young boy, Yuroic knew the streets well enough and knew a gathering crowd of criminals around one person was never a good idea. He recognised the Red Ravens criminals, he felt somewhat relieved as they hadn't proven to be that bad as the official leaders since their takeover.

Yuroic sensed the boy was connected to the Force and adjust his hood to hide his breathing mask. He then jumped down until he was on the same level as them, the filtered air meant that he couldn't taste the polluted air of Nar Shaddaa, he passed the Jackal's leader, not even seeing him this time as he approached the boy.

"Hello ladies. Jedi. Where are we off to today?" Even though he wasn't a fan of the Jedi, he felt that he might need to look out for the boy, he was a Jedi himself a long time ago, still carried his old training saber.

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would approach the small group, with a charred animal on a stick. He'd take a large chunk out and chew it. "Cap'n, they got some good..." He'd look down at the meat and shrug. "Some good what ever this is, over there." Gesturing back over his shoulder.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

Patricia waved to Dakita again then walked over to the Hutt's dead body, damn thing had died before he knew what hit them. And well they couldn't just leave the damn things body laying out here, as much as a feast as it would be for the rats and cats. Patricia wasn't completely cold, so she hailed a gunship that was nearby.

"This is Red Dress calling in the cleaners roger over." Patricia said into her comm unit and soon a sound was heard from a distance. A horrifying and terrible sound, but still kind of awesome.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=9Gc4QTqslN4

Above head a gunship blasting music out of it's loud speakers hovered above head and a team of droids repelled down on ropes to secure the Hutt's body to them. Tying and securing the body Patricia planted her heels into the Hutt's dead body and grabbed on to one of the ropes with her rifle slung around her chest. The engines of the large ship roared and the music blasted and Patricia looked at the little Jedi

"WELCOME TO NAR'SHADDA BITCHES!!" Patricia let out a laugh and soon she lifted in the air riding the Hutt's dead body like a surf board as it was escorted away.

 

[PadawnPrawn]

"No, I don't have any credits myself and if I did you're the last people I'd give them to." he said to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] bitterly. "and we are not lovers." he sighed in frustration and looked between the pair. At least he was intelligent enough not to get scammed out of credits, unlike some people here, though he didn't have any to lose...

His eyes landed on the hooded figure that approached, and despite his intimidating look, he didn't seem deceiving. He sighed after being recognised as a Jedi again. "Is it really that obvious? I doubted many Jedi came here." he said quietly.

Stepping away from the group, he looked between [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], an eyebrow raised as he looked back at Yuroic. "Is everyone here deranged or on drugs?" he asked, half joking.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Keira Ticon"]