The Velvet Pearl

[Connor Harrison]

The Velvet Pearl
Corporate Sector; Nar Shaddaa

Bright lights. Big city.

Joon had never seen a place like this before. From the old data of Master Ayra, Nar Shaddaa had been a world the now deceased Sith Lord had mentioned to Joon now and then. A place to gain secrets, to gain information, to sell information and obtain whatever one needed for a price. A world where the Hutt’s had total power, and one that was darker than most.

So, now, serving the Resurgent Empire and feeding her quest for knowledge and power, Joon had arrived in the city that bore a place Ayra had noted. It was a place her apprentice did not need know about.

The Velvet Pearl.

The lights shone bright above the club, as they did through the whole city in a variety of places people could go. The streets were not too busy, but they were certainly full of questionable characters, some who payed the girl attention, and others who didn’t.

Joon stood in her fur-lined robe, looking up at a pink neon sign, and then to a large blue hologram of a dancing Twi’lek that flashed now and then inviting patrons in. Whatever place this was, the clone didn’t know what to expect.

Her tight tan and black leather dangled a few loose straps from her arms, her sleeveless vest buttoned up to her neck and her trousers and boots kitted out her primeval ensemble, with blue Imperial colours painted to her face. The white and black streaked hair hung loose at her sides.

Corrupt amber eyes checked over the building once more as she took slow steps up, and inside as the noise level rose and the atmosphere changed in an instant.

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