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Nar Shaddaa, Red Light Sector
The Smuggler's Moon. A place where one could vanish into the putrid smoke billowing up from it's depths. A place where one could acquire anything and everything...for the right price. A place where death was a constant, only interrupted by the exchange of other illicit dealings and states of being. A place where anybody could be a nobody. A place of beginnings and endings.
But most importantly a place to start.
Start what? Well. I'm still not sure about that. I'm not sure exactly what I want to do. What path I should walk down.
I stand at a crossroads.
Descending into the belly of the beast. Was I devoured? No. I offered myself unto it. Perhaps in this place of blood, death, and decay. I myself might grow.
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Vex's ship rumbled as it headed for the landing platform. The ragged salvage ship was much like it's pilot, held together with extra part. Inside the cockpit the hooded man just tried to make sure it stayed together. Despite the occasional sparking, smoke, and sounds he couldn't identify it flew rather well.
The GS-100 hovered over the platform before settling down with a groan. The man stretched lightly in the ripped chair before he starts to shut down most of the systems and lowers the ramp. His eyes flicked over the console out to the platform where he saw two figures approaching his vessel from the shadows. Closing his left eye, he gave a mental command and his cybernetic eye flicked to night vision; a Rodian and a Trandoshan. Armed. A blaster on each of their hips, the Trandoshan also has a knife on a chest strap.
Thugs. Probably here to shakedown anyone who uses this pad. Based on the clothing and lack of armor; they're small fish. Vex sighed to himself as he opened his left eye, vision returning to normal. "Lovely."
He rose from his chair and headed for the back of his ship. He walked down the ramp, tattered robes billowing in the wind, with his face still hidden within the shadows of his hood. His clawed metal feet clacking against the metal of the platform as he walked towards the two men barring the exit to the street. Vex stopped a couple of yards from them, his sword within his scabbard on his back glinting in the neon lights.
"Mah, mah. Ye wanya wata Rondo! Jeejee yoieu bai chobaso wa pineu. Cuee camai nan bai bu Miha Bapkaha bai yoieu heee cohka uba roe yoieu. Um uba lova num donohkepeu! <My, my. Look here Rondo! We get to welcome a splicer. Most people come to the Red Sector to get those parts you already got. But you seem set!>" The Rodian said to the Trandoshan, Rondo, in Huttese.
"Hmm," growled Rondo lowly. "Yessss, he seemsss ssshiny. But I'm not too interesssted in hisss looksss. The only ssshiny I'm interesssted in, isss hisss docking fee."
"Kaa tagwa! Bu cou. Da doth bu cuee lhoie kaa. Wa don keemon dokwacha phabeka hatkocanh paiha tytung bu... patka. Tagwa, mee patka. Um jeejee doth bidkahiaee uba wa bargon heoi pee see kava shiny uba doth! Nyowkee uba.<Oh yes! The fee. That is the most important thing. A thousand credits will cover all the...costs. Yes, many costs. But we are cutting you a deal because of how shiny you are! Lucky you.>" The Rodian snickered.
"Listen. I've had a long few...years. So how about you just walk away and try your comedy act elsewhere. In return I won't hurt you. I don't have many credits, so believe me when I say you won't get a single one from me." Vex said, his voice soft; cybernetic eye shining out from his shrouded face.
The two thugs looked to one another...before they burst out laughing. The Trandoshan turned back, drawing his knife and stepping forward. Less than three feet from Vex now. "Isss that ssso? And what are you going to do to ssstop usss? You look barely held together...like that pile of poodoo you flew in on."
"Last chance."
"Ritke killee jen Rondo. Dobra day ateema an Beupa Kouuiceza gee waueoo yay du wa kouciukoee kaniaka. Jeejee caiot paknee ata bo pankpa an sakhonoo heee cohka, Jee nu la hatkocanh yoieu ten heee cuee ai wa don keemon dokwacha phabeka.<Just kill him Rondo. I'm bored now and Silk Eclipse has happy hour in a few minutes. We can take his ship and cut off those parts, I bet they will get us way more than a thousand credits.>" The Rodian whined.
"Too bad kid." Rondo leaned down in Vex's face, placing his blade against the cybernetic man's throat. "Rondo'sss bored. All you had to do wasss pay and we would have let you go. We're not unreasssonable, we're just busssinesss men. But we don't tolerate disssressspect...now...time to di-"
In the blink of an eye, Vex had drawn Fateweaver from it's scabbard and in one fluid motion swung it in a crescent arc. Slicing the Trandoshan from his left shoulder down to his right hip. The thug's eyes went wide as he stumbled back, dropped his knife, and looked at Vex; still holding his blade where he had ended his swing in front of himself. A single drop of blood fell from the tip to the platform's surface. Rondo watched his friend cough, then gurgle up blood as the wound suddenly spurt all at once, before he fell back to the ground; dead.
Vex flicked his blade to remove the blood from it and then sheathed it; the sound of the metal sliding and clicking into place seemed louder than the traffic, music, and other sounds filling the air.
Schiiiiiiiiiiing~
Looking up from the corpse, his eyes locked with the Rodian; the thug's hand trembling on his blaster. "I wouldn't recommend that. I didn't want to kill your friend. But I don't like being threatened. I'm not...unreasonable. So you get this one chance for me to let you go."
He stopped right in front of the thug.
"H-h-haku.. da naga? <W-w-what..do you want?>"
"So...where is this Silk Eclipse?"
A few minutes later Vex was rounding the corner of a nearby street, the Silk Eclipse Cantina coming into view. Bright lights and thumping bass welcomed him at the entrance. The door hissed open; smells joining the sensations. Alcohol, sweat, spice, and much more filled the air. He scanned the room, getting several glances himself before making his way to a back table. He still wasn't sure why he was here and what he was looking for, if anything.
For now? He would enjoy the music. Watch, listen, learn.
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