Ask Nar Shaddaa Take A Look Around.

[Cid Nosher]

Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon. That name never fit in Cid's mind, it was so much more. A Nexus of sin was perhaps a more apt term. The "surface levels" had the casinos and night clubs, a Glitterstim for the casual user. But go a little deeper however, and one starts to feel as much as see the ever increasing depravity. The hopeless milling about. Crime in all of it's basic forms. Drugs and flesh for sale on nearly every corner.

It's home, at least for the moment. The half Annfyn has been gone for a cycle, or maybe a little more. But, the slums remain the same. He'd made it back just days ago, fresh off the transport from an ISC correctional facility. A quick stop a stash locker across from the landing pad and he's back on the block, and back to the hustle of this life.

Board, and dressed in the usual casual attire to conceal what little he has in the verse currently. He decides to do a little fishing. EZPhone in his off hand, caf in the other. The sharp eared con man sets up across from a lift the leads to the surface levels and not far from one of Nor'baal Desilijic more popular casinos.

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[Zira Suvan]

Zira found Nar Shaddaa fascinating. She had only heard stories about it being a place of scum, villainy but, most of all, opportunity. She accompanied her master here today as she often did when they needed to run missions. Iymril was here to obtain more slaves for their collection since Zira was promoted to oversee their clothing shop. Zira didn’t have to perform any sex slave duties and had free reign to run the shop. All in all, it was not a bad deal thus far, but there was the little fact that she was still a slave.

While Iymril sampled the slave markets and the casinos, they told Zira to take the evening off. While this sounded like a kindness it was usually because Iymril was conducting business that was more discreet than they cared to share with her. It made little difference to Zira as she stepped out into the district. She was dressed to blend in with the locals. Her steps started timid and subdued as she moved from where her Master was located.

The further she stepped away, her gait transformed entirely. Soon enough she stood up straight, head held high, shoulders squared. The heels of her boots clicked sharply with each calculated step, her tail curling and unfurling contently.

There were stalls set up nearby with parts for blasters and other weapons. Zira paused at one of these, inspecting them. She had long wanted to obtain a customized blaster, but keeping it hidden was a whole new challenge entirely.

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[Cid Nosher]

Cid was quickly growing bored of people watching. He was hoping to find a quick mark, make some easy money. But, nothing. Just the everyday average citizen, trying to get back on what little could be made not working for the syndicates.

He was about to pack it in when the sharp clicks of high heeled shoes filled his pointed ears. Clicl clack, Click clack, over the lull of the shuffle of others. Cid's head snapped to the source, finding a sliver haired beauty in painted on leather walking past him. Glancing around the street venders.

The half Annfyn had seen many like her, but something about her pulled at his curiosity. Unable to simply walk away, he decided to slip into the crowd. A full three count behind as to not scare her off just yet. Although a chase could also be fun, he thought.

Meanwhile, as Zira approached the stall. She was greeted by heavy set Sullustan in overalls. "Can I ah, help you look at anything ah young lady?." he asked. Seemed to have to gasp in breath with every other word. "I have ah a wide selection, From ah cannons tooo tiny hold out pistols."

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[Zira Suvan]

“I’m looking for a discreet pistol..perhaps something that can be fitted with a syringe,” She said, “Like a dart gun,” Zira wasn’t well versed in such weapons or technologies, but she would improvise. She wasn’t looking for a standard blaster, but something that could pack a punch and release toxins into a humanoid.

Her tail swished for a moment before she spoke, her voice carrying over her shoulder, “If you’re planning to pickpocket me, you will disappointed with your loot,” She said dryly to the man that likely inched closer by now. An entire lifetime as a slave meant she was street savvy and unlikely to have someone tailing her without realizing it.

Regardless of how the asthmatic Sullustan answered, she would turn around to see her follower, arms crossed over her chest.

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