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NAR SHADAA
He found himself doing that a lot lately, running from people. Never in his life had he had such a tough time trying to claim a simple bounty on some stupid boss. He was shipless after he told Shingles to relocate the Renegade to the nearest spaceport as to not lose all of his belongings, but had been chased down through the streets before he himself could get on. Now he was running through the streets away from the worst gang in the world, on the worst planet in the world, and with no company but his own.
That would soon change.
Ano knew this moon like the back of his hand, running through alleyways easily. It was raining on Nar Shadda, the patter of droplets hitting his hat as his feet slammed against the puddles.
He ran into the nearest cantina, where all the slime of the planet would gather together and pretend for the night that they didn't want to kill the closest person near them and steal all their credits. He located the nearest smuggler to him, a Zeltron. She had all the marks of a smuggler by his knowledge, a blaster pistol, a loud personality, and that charming smile that invites unwitting customers to overpay for her services
He swiftly made his way over to her swiftly, and pulled her to the side urgently. "1000 credits says you get me off the planet. 1500 if it goes off without a hitch."
He never really was too good at starting a conversation.
The exchange thugs burst into the cantina, and started their search for him ever so quickly. Yelling at all the thugs who had been in there for his whereabouts.
"200 credits to the first man to tell us where this Kyuzo is!" as he held up a holotape of Ano running from his pursuers.
Damn. That's not good.
Time was of the escense, he looked back at the Zeltron and kept it quiet. "Make it 2000."
Herrith Hendarsin