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Post by Jaster Chryss on Jun 3, 2011 5:16:29 GMT -5
Nar Shaddaa was the largest moon of Nal Hutta.
More commonly known as the Vertical City, the Smuggler's Moon and Little Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa was similar to Coruscant in that its surface was entirely overgrown with city sprawl for millennia. But unlike Coruscant—which was only relatively rundown and dangerous on the lower and under levels of the world city—Nar Shaddaa was filthy, polluted, and infested with crime everywhere.
Ancient refuelling spires and loading docks reached out from the native soil and some built in the upper atmosphere. In between these ports, massive vertical cities grew. The urban areas on Nar Shaddaa were known as vertical cities since new layers of housing and entertainment buildings were built on top of older layers.
The entire moon that was Nar Shaddaa was dominated by decaying urban landscape and congested, polluted cities. The moon was protected by planetary shields. Anything illegal elsewhere could be bought and sold on Nar Shaddaa, and many young smugglers, pirates and criminals started their careers on the Smugglers' Moon. Various sections of Nar Shaddaa were controlled by the Hutts and other criminal organizations.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on Jun 5, 2011 4:06:54 GMT -5
The bar reeked of fire-water, as so many of them always did. The dim lighting only added to the seedy image of the establishment, and its drunk inhabitants seemed set on only one task - finishing the drink in front of them so they could begin on the next one.
Shim, former partner of Kal Chryss, sat back in the booth in which she had just conducted her business, selling off the last of the goods she had stolen from Chryss. The fool, she thought, trusting me with his ship like that. He deserved to be stranded on Mobus.
Her dark blue Twi'Lek skin glinted under the florescent lighting of the bar as she turned her head to look around the room. Her bare neckline ran down to a very revealing body hugging brassiere. As with most females of her species, Shim had no shame in using her body as another tool in an assortment of tools to accomplish her success. Her long shapely lekku curled over her shoulders and rested on the table as she nursed a glass of Alderaanian wine.
Alderaanian wine - she had definitely done well for herself in the years since she had left Ryloth. A bottle of the stuff was beyond the price you would pay for most slaves, Shim thought, since the Empire decide to end the production of it most abruptly.
She sipped on the wine, enjoying the smoky taste of the incandescent liquid. Most satisfying.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on Jun 5, 2011 9:47:11 GMT -5
It was a hard galaxy, and it bred even harder beings. Maybe in another life time Shim would have felt guilty for the betrayal of the man who had trusted her. Yet in this lifetime she simply smiled as she poured the last of the Alderaanian wine into her glass and watched the alcohol twirl around in the light.
It caught the light as if by magic and did the same to the eye. Absent mindedly she twirled the glass thinking of what she would do next.
Well, I could take Kal's plan, and retire on a lovely piece of land on Mon Cal - alongside the beach with the wind blowing through the trees and young Dac dolphins playing in the surf. What a life that would be, Shim thought, a nice final slap in Kal's face.
Yet that is not for me, there is far more I can do with these riches, she thought. I could retire, or, I could use it to grow even richer. Smiling to herself, she nodded. Yes, that was what she would do. She would expand her smuggling operations, taking everything Kal had taught her and using it to make a great success of her life. That would be the ultimate insult to the man.
She turned her head as the local musician struck up an upbeat melody on his quintolium and allowed herself to be carried away by the music...
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Post by Denieve Sahndein on Jun 7, 2011 19:16:07 GMT -5
Denieve took the punch squarely in the face and stumbled back a few steps, the taste of copper filling her mouth. She wasn't sure if she'd biten her tongue, cheek, or if a tooth had come loose. Regardless of that she spat the blood out of her mouth and glared at her assailant. The Zabrak was taller than her, of heavier build, and was most likely going to win this if it continued to stay a straight up fight. He must have seen the determination on her face because he laughed and spoke.
"You should stop while you're ahead. You ain't getting paid and that's the end of it."
As he was speaking she took a quick glance around the dimly lit bar. Besides them, the bartender, and a few cleaning droids they were the only people in the place. She should have known it was a setup as soon as she'd entered this hellhole but she'd dealt with this customer before. He'd always paid her up until now so something must have happened to change his mind, the most reasonable answer was he probably thought he could keep the money all for himself. That wasn't unusual in her experience though, the stupid ones always thought they could use her then throw her away.
She righted herself and used the back of her hand to wipe the blood off of her lips. "Well, if you aren't going to pay me I guess I'll just have to take whatever I can off your dead body."
The Zabrak laughed and grinned at her, "I'd love to see you try."
She smiled right back and put a hand on her hip, "Well then, come at me horn head."
She got the reaction she wanted. The insult had obviously irked him as he came charging at her like a wild bantha. Unlike before she was ready this time. What she may have lacked in physical strength she more than made up for in speed. As he swung at her face she ducked to the side and kicked his right knee. She didn't hear the pop she was hoping for but it still brought the Zabrak down. She quickly grabbed the nearest chair and slammed it on top of him; repeatedly.
The Zabrak groaned loudly and lay in the fetal postion at her feet. Denieve dropped the chair and grabbed a nearby bottle. She broke it on a table and picked up the sharpest piece, she then turned him over so he was laying on his back and straddled his stomach. She started to stick the pointy end of the glass into his eye when the sound of a blaster going off caught her attention. She glanced over at the bartender and saw her own weapon pointed at her.
"I don't care what you do to him just don't do it in here. I've already got a mess to clean up and I don't need a corpse along with it."
She glanced between the Zabrak and the bartender before finally standing up. She made sure to give her ex-employer a good kick to the crotch before walking away to keep him placid. As she neared the bartender he lowered the blaster and placed it on the bar top. He dunked behind the counter and put her other gun on top of the bar, as well as the Zabrak's weapons. She put the piece of glass down and holstered her pistol and slung her scatter gun over her shoulder. She looked over the Zabrak's two pistols before picking them up and taking the battery packs out and pocketing those. As she exchanged the two pistols for the piece of glass she pointed it at the bartender.
"If you EVER point my own gun at me again I'll kriffing gut you."
She heard the bartender sigh as she turned around and headed back towards the Zabrak who was crawling towards the door.
"Keep crawling, we'll finish up outside."
Denieve took a drag from her cigarra and blew the smoke towards the ceiling of the cargo bay. The droids had finished loading the merch back onto her ship and now she was waiting for Tyren's, the Zabrak, navicomputer to finish downloading all its information to her datapad. She glanced around the cargo bay before turning to glance at Tyren's unmoving form on the floor.
"This is a pretty nice ship you've got here Tyren. How'd you ever afford it?"
She didn't expect him to speak, mainly because he couldn't. Not only had she cut out one of his eyes she'd also chopped off his tongue. She took another drag from the cigarra when a beep notified her that the download was complete. She picked the datapad up and glanced over the information before shaking her head.
"This is useless to me Tyren. You expect this to help me and my people?"
She threw the cigarra at him but he just laid there, unmoving. She sighed and put the datapad back into its pouch at her side then unslung the scatter gun from her should. "Well, it's been fun." A loud bang sounded throughout the ship and pieces of blood and bone splattered across her boots and legs. She stepped over the body and headed out of the ship.
After cleaning up on Stargazer she put a listing of Tyren's ship on the blackmarket with a note saying "Cargo bay needs a good scrub". As she sat in the pilot's chair plotting a course for Tatooine she glanced over at the small statue of Vahl. "Give me strength Goddess." She muttered to herself then turned back to her work. A few minutes later she was on her way to drop off her reacquired cargo to her new client.
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