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It was dingy, you know, like those old crime holovids? The ones where the environment screamed cheesy crime drama. Rain pattered down lightly as the streets were lit with a dim glow. All sorts of species inhabited the streets of Nar Shadaa, doing more then likely illicit activity as they ventured around. Vayate was heading towards a taxi stand at one of the numerous docks, his mind swimming with questions. "Could this really be it? Finally a job for a Hut! THEE Hut! Nor'Baal. Maybe, just maybe this would be the ticket I need to find the Order. If anyone might have that information, it would be this particular Lordas.". Getting into a cab after arriving at the taxi point Vayate was off and away towards Nor'Baal's Pleasure barge.
The cab was driven by a Togruta Male, obviously getting on in both years and weight. He was smoking deathsticks, or rather chainsmoking them. He had attempted to converse with Vayate during the ride, but all he had to talk about were things like the weather, politics, gladiators, famous bounty hunters, and the random Hutt gossip. Vayate trying to be nice, answered with simple answers, concise is the way to go when little care is given. The cab was Corellian in design, and had red with yellow racing stripes going down the center, it's leather interior brown in color. Seeing the buildings and people moving about as he went by still gave Vayate a sense of amazement; the galaxy is tremendously large and filled with so many magnificent things. Pulling up at the docking point to Nor'Baal's Pleasure barge, Vayate was taken back by the splendor the Hutt displayed. This Lordas lived up to his reputation.
Paying the fare and getting out of the cab was easy, getting into the Barge though, that was more extensive. Vayate headed up to the security checkpoint, annoucing his name and purpose. Hoping that Johnny Glass hadn't lied about where he was supposed to meet the Lordas, and even more so that he was supposed to meet him in the flesh, or that Nor'Baal had even asked for him! Vayate didn't really feel like being killed today. This sudden realization finally rid him of the excitement he had about being able to find the Jedi, after spending two years doing numerous odd jobs on Nar Shadaa, hoping to come across a shred of information or even a thin lead as to how to find them. The danger of the situation taking hold in the back of his head now, he waited patiently at the checkpoint for clearance.
The cab was driven by a Togruta Male, obviously getting on in both years and weight. He was smoking deathsticks, or rather chainsmoking them. He had attempted to converse with Vayate during the ride, but all he had to talk about were things like the weather, politics, gladiators, famous bounty hunters, and the random Hutt gossip. Vayate trying to be nice, answered with simple answers, concise is the way to go when little care is given. The cab was Corellian in design, and had red with yellow racing stripes going down the center, it's leather interior brown in color. Seeing the buildings and people moving about as he went by still gave Vayate a sense of amazement; the galaxy is tremendously large and filled with so many magnificent things. Pulling up at the docking point to Nor'Baal's Pleasure barge, Vayate was taken back by the splendor the Hutt displayed. This Lordas lived up to his reputation.
Paying the fare and getting out of the cab was easy, getting into the Barge though, that was more extensive. Vayate headed up to the security checkpoint, annoucing his name and purpose. Hoping that Johnny Glass hadn't lied about where he was supposed to meet the Lordas, and even more so that he was supposed to meet him in the flesh, or that Nor'Baal had even asked for him! Vayate didn't really feel like being killed today. This sudden realization finally rid him of the excitement he had about being able to find the Jedi, after spending two years doing numerous odd jobs on Nar Shadaa, hoping to come across a shred of information or even a thin lead as to how to find them. The danger of the situation taking hold in the back of his head now, he waited patiently at the checkpoint for clearance.