Lord of Girth
Svolten System
Svolten
Night
There are many places I would rather not be. In this galaxy is one. However, I was still here. Specifically for anything new on the black market. Places like these always had new tools, gadgets and weapons one could get. Hence how I got so many applications added to my arm. Hence why I am currently searching for anything within the Stealth tech. Yes, The cloak and clothing I currently wore was made out of various shadow silks and dark cloaks to prevent noise from coming from me, as well as closing myself off to the force should there be any in the area.
Slipping my way through the small amounts of people at this establishment. Not the favorite kind of people around here, but still people who could get me something. While there were no signs showing me exactly what was being sold, I did take a gander through various blasters and weaponry. Most of it was gear that has long been outlawed such as disruptors, or gear from older factions that had long since fallen into ash. However, one man was always willing to find something for me.
I slowly made my way towards him. Eventually stopping, the man knew who I was simply because I came here enough. We knew no names. Only faces. I knew nothing more about him that he had a family to pay for, a common card he would play when trying to get more credits out of me, and that he was good at finding what I wanted. Leaning over to him, I gave the codeword of who I was. Seeing as how I dressed differently and hid most of my distinguishing features from others, I always spoke three words to him.
"Wind of Change."
The man smiled lightly with his disfigured face. Taking a moment to look around, he covered up the weapons and gear he had setting out, and locked up the more priceless ones. Leading me to his little hut, I followed his small frame. Ducking under the frame of the door to walk in, and sat down at one of the tables. Closing the door, he then walked back into a different room where he would never let me see everything. And brought out a cart of a few items on it.
A set of keys. a small patch of textiles, some stealth units, and even a crystal that was ashen grey in color. Yet, there was a bottle of liquor. "CoreWorld Ale" painted bright and bold on the side of the container. I was confused about it for a moment but left it for now. The man then started to speak in a very soft and hushed tone.
"I know you like stealth tech, and anything that might be new on the market. So I saved these if ya want em."
"Context?"
"Stealth field is stealth field. Keys is too a ship with a lot of illegal weapons and stealth systems on it. The textile stuff is some more shadowsilk if ya want it, and the crystal is supposed to make lightsabers act really weird. That's all I know."
"I don't suppose you took up drinking?"
"That is something special. Mate of mind found a small stash of this liquid just lying around on old Sith Empire Ships. You know the Empress Varanin? Well it's rumored she had armor that could prevent others from feeling her in the force. Apparently, this is an application of stuff that you put on armor. Haven't tried it though. cus well.... I can't kill people with snap of my fingers."
Taking a moment, I stood from my seat. Walking over to the textiles and feeling them up. For sure they were the silk I was using as well. Nothing wrong with having extra. Tapping it, I indicated I would take it. I also tapped on the crystal just because I might find some use of it. Use it or sell it on the market again for a higher price. However, I picked up the bottle. Inspecting the liquid through the glass. The dark brown liquid was different. Opening the cap, it smelled rancid. Almost like melted flesh. I coughed a bit trying to get used to the stench. Looking inside, I didn't gain anything more, but still looked it over.
"I know you want it, but as always if its rumored to be good, you pay extra."
"I know."
"You taking it?"
I didn't answer him. Was it really worth spending hundreds of thousands of credits on this stuff? Indicating the back room with my head without taking my eyes off the bottle while I closed it up.
"How much do you have?"
"You know the kind of containers they hold flammable liquids in?"
"How many?"
"Six of them. About yay high, and yey big."
Indicating the size by showing me height of around a meter tall, and half a meter wide. Six of these. Enough for plenty applications on armor, or considerably a life time if used on one set of armor. Nodding my head at him, I will be taking them. Smiling, he held out his hand and simply spoke as though it were a matter of the fact.
"Three mill."
"One mill."
"Two point five."
"Two."
"Ehhhh. Two point two."
"Two."
"Fine."
Shaking on it, I handed him a credit chip that he plugged into the little datapad. Taking out two million credits from various accounts I had, and set them to take out a small increment out at a time over the span of three months. That way, it was harder to trace who it was going to since multiple accounts were going into multiple of his own accounts. Upon handing it back to me, I indicated the back room.
"Got anybody to take all of that to my ship?"
"Yep. Out there, to the right should be two guys who owe me a few favors. Get their asses over here, and it's yours."
"Live twice as bright, half as long friend."
"And to you."
Walking out of his little hut with the crystal in my hand and the one bottle of "ale" that was supposed to be some application of this stuff, I made my way over, notified the men, and then walked back to my ship. Wondering if this really was worth the two million I spent just now.
Svolten
Night
There are many places I would rather not be. In this galaxy is one. However, I was still here. Specifically for anything new on the black market. Places like these always had new tools, gadgets and weapons one could get. Hence how I got so many applications added to my arm. Hence why I am currently searching for anything within the Stealth tech. Yes, The cloak and clothing I currently wore was made out of various shadow silks and dark cloaks to prevent noise from coming from me, as well as closing myself off to the force should there be any in the area.
Slipping my way through the small amounts of people at this establishment. Not the favorite kind of people around here, but still people who could get me something. While there were no signs showing me exactly what was being sold, I did take a gander through various blasters and weaponry. Most of it was gear that has long been outlawed such as disruptors, or gear from older factions that had long since fallen into ash. However, one man was always willing to find something for me.
I slowly made my way towards him. Eventually stopping, the man knew who I was simply because I came here enough. We knew no names. Only faces. I knew nothing more about him that he had a family to pay for, a common card he would play when trying to get more credits out of me, and that he was good at finding what I wanted. Leaning over to him, I gave the codeword of who I was. Seeing as how I dressed differently and hid most of my distinguishing features from others, I always spoke three words to him.
"Wind of Change."
The man smiled lightly with his disfigured face. Taking a moment to look around, he covered up the weapons and gear he had setting out, and locked up the more priceless ones. Leading me to his little hut, I followed his small frame. Ducking under the frame of the door to walk in, and sat down at one of the tables. Closing the door, he then walked back into a different room where he would never let me see everything. And brought out a cart of a few items on it.
A set of keys. a small patch of textiles, some stealth units, and even a crystal that was ashen grey in color. Yet, there was a bottle of liquor. "CoreWorld Ale" painted bright and bold on the side of the container. I was confused about it for a moment but left it for now. The man then started to speak in a very soft and hushed tone.
"I know you like stealth tech, and anything that might be new on the market. So I saved these if ya want em."
"Context?"
"Stealth field is stealth field. Keys is too a ship with a lot of illegal weapons and stealth systems on it. The textile stuff is some more shadowsilk if ya want it, and the crystal is supposed to make lightsabers act really weird. That's all I know."
"I don't suppose you took up drinking?"
"That is something special. Mate of mind found a small stash of this liquid just lying around on old Sith Empire Ships. You know the Empress Varanin? Well it's rumored she had armor that could prevent others from feeling her in the force. Apparently, this is an application of stuff that you put on armor. Haven't tried it though. cus well.... I can't kill people with snap of my fingers."
Taking a moment, I stood from my seat. Walking over to the textiles and feeling them up. For sure they were the silk I was using as well. Nothing wrong with having extra. Tapping it, I indicated I would take it. I also tapped on the crystal just because I might find some use of it. Use it or sell it on the market again for a higher price. However, I picked up the bottle. Inspecting the liquid through the glass. The dark brown liquid was different. Opening the cap, it smelled rancid. Almost like melted flesh. I coughed a bit trying to get used to the stench. Looking inside, I didn't gain anything more, but still looked it over.
"I know you want it, but as always if its rumored to be good, you pay extra."
"I know."
"You taking it?"
I didn't answer him. Was it really worth spending hundreds of thousands of credits on this stuff? Indicating the back room with my head without taking my eyes off the bottle while I closed it up.
"How much do you have?"
"You know the kind of containers they hold flammable liquids in?"
"How many?"
"Six of them. About yay high, and yey big."
Indicating the size by showing me height of around a meter tall, and half a meter wide. Six of these. Enough for plenty applications on armor, or considerably a life time if used on one set of armor. Nodding my head at him, I will be taking them. Smiling, he held out his hand and simply spoke as though it were a matter of the fact.
"Three mill."
"One mill."
"Two point five."
"Two."
"Ehhhh. Two point two."
"Two."
"Fine."
Shaking on it, I handed him a credit chip that he plugged into the little datapad. Taking out two million credits from various accounts I had, and set them to take out a small increment out at a time over the span of three months. That way, it was harder to trace who it was going to since multiple accounts were going into multiple of his own accounts. Upon handing it back to me, I indicated the back room.
"Got anybody to take all of that to my ship?"
"Yep. Out there, to the right should be two guys who owe me a few favors. Get their asses over here, and it's yours."
"Live twice as bright, half as long friend."
"And to you."
Walking out of his little hut with the crystal in my hand and the one bottle of "ale" that was supposed to be some application of this stuff, I made my way over, notified the men, and then walked back to my ship. Wondering if this really was worth the two million I spent just now.
