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Post by Alex_xr on May 26, 2011 23:40:26 GMT -5
Balmorra was a factory world that was located within the Nevoota system, situated in the Colonies region at the border of the Core Worlds. Wide plains surrounded the planet's capital, Bin Prime.
Balmorra has long been under control of the Trade Federation Their reappearance made possible by Alex Warnal. It is the Capitol of the Trade Federation.
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Post by Denieve Sahndein on Jun 9, 2011 23:00:48 GMT -5
"You know I don't like to be messed with wormhead."
"Such language! I thought we were good friends Denieve? I'm wounded you'd call me such a vulgar thing."
Although the Twi'lek laughed it off she knew his feelings had been hurt.
"Friends don't tell me to turn around when I'm halfway to Tatooine to seal the deal with a real buyer."
"Okay, I lied. He doesn't want the stuff you've got but this is big!"
She slammed her fist down on the table they were sitting at. Because they were in a restaurant several of the other patrons turned to look at them. Ven had probably thought this place would keep her from outbursts like this and that made her even more angry.
"Tell me where I'm suppose to meet this guy and his name or I'm walking. After that we'll see where our relationship stands; still friends or enemies."
Ven's lekku were twitching like crazy, his eyes were darting back and forth, and he was laughing nervously. She'd obviously frightened him and that suited her just fine.
"I can't tell you his name Denieve! He'll kill me!"
"Do you want ME to kill you?"
"Okay! I'll give you his last name. There shouldn't be any harm in that, right?"
He was obviously trying to convince himself more than her.
"Give me the name Ven."
"Rarkm."
"And this supposed meeting location?"
"I really can't tell you that! This was all suppose to be some sort of test. You have to find him on your own otherwise you weren't good enough. Please Denieve, don't make me tell you!"
She slammed her fist onto the table again knocking some silverware off this time. The eating utensils hitting the floor drew angry looks and the manager was looking at them. She didn't care. What were they going to do, throw her out? She'd had far worse happen to her.
"Is this some sort of game? What kind of shavit is that?!? I'm a kriffing smuggler for crying out loud! I take merch from point A to point B, I don't play hide-and-seek with would be clients!"
Now the manager was coming over to their table after her outburst. She stood up when he was about a foot away and pointed at him.
"Take one more step towards me and I'll break every bone in your face."
She turned back to Ven and glared at him.
"Get the hell up wormhead, we'll finish our conversation outside."
Ven quickly stood up, threw enough credit chips to cover the cost on the table, and scurried out after Denieve.
Once they were outside she started walking and Ven followed alongside her. He knew her well enough that if he simply ran she'd eventually find him and make him pay. After several minutes of walking in silence she finally spoke.
"How big is this really going to be Ven?"
"If this all goes down correctly you could be set for life."
"And I'm assuming you're getting a pretty big cut for your part?"
His nervous laughter told her all she needed. If they were willing to pay Ven, of all people, a large sum of money that obviously meant whoever 'they' were was sitting pretty high.
"I just have to find this guy, right?"
"That's what he said."
She didn't like being played with but if what Ven said was true the trouble might be worth it.
"Alright Ven, I'll bite."
"Denieve you won't be sorry, I promise!"
"Just in case I am find me a buyer for that ten tons of spice just sitting on my ship."
It wasn't a request. She and Ven eventually parted ways as she headed towards the spaceport to pick up her weapons. She wasn't about to go digging through the underbelly of Balmorra and meet this ' Rarkm' fellow without her weapons.
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Post by Alex_xr on Jun 14, 2011 10:28:55 GMT -5
The old backwater bar named The Greedy Harper was the location that Daymont Rarkm had set up shop in. The front of the bar was like any filled with the worst of the low lifes of the planet. Fights were frequent and the place reeked. What was odd was that one corner of the place was not like the rest. Two Droidika's could be spotted in front of the door. No one dared mess with that corner of the bar. Everyone knew that those that crossed the ones in that room didn't live much longer. Inside that room though was an entirely different scene. Daymont smiled as he looked around the elegant room. It had everything he could ever need. Girls and drinks to name two of them. There were numerous droids either for serving or protection. Many B2 super Battle droids and Droidikas.
The atmosphere was one of fun and a rich lifestyle the air full of some sort of incense to combat the smell from outside. Daymont sat on a miniature throne with two rather immodestly dressed women on each arm paying him constant attention. He smirked and continued to occupy himself with his lovely women. Wondering if his guest would win the game or not.
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