Raider
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One of Nar Shaddaa’s nicknames is Little Coruscant. I suppose whoever gave it that nickname, if the Hutts hadn’t to stroke their own egos, had never stepped on Nar Shaddaa’s surface. Coruscant had had problems with crime in its lower levels. It had always seemed like CSF had been fighting a holding action to keep the disease at bay and prevent it from infecting Coruscant’s upper levels.
No gleaming surface concealed Nar Shaddaa’s ugliness. Nar Shaddaa was a planet infected from top to bottom with crime, pollution, and filth from every corner of the galaxy. Visible for all to see.
Its denizens understood the reality here. Witness a slave exchange? Look the other way. A robbery? Walk a little quicker. A murder? Pretend it didn’t happen. Pretend enough and maybe all the problems would just go away. At the very least they might not become your problems.
All the pretending in the universe didn’t change the reality of that dead body in the alley I was walking by. The Twi’lek lay propped against one of the alleys walls. There were two blaster marks in her chest, but I knew those weren't the only injuries. Her head was hanging away from me, revealing purple marks around her neck that stood out against her blue skin.
Strangled.
I took a knee near the body. Detective training was kicking in. The injustice of the act gnawed at me.
Whoever had done this would pay.
No gleaming surface concealed Nar Shaddaa’s ugliness. Nar Shaddaa was a planet infected from top to bottom with crime, pollution, and filth from every corner of the galaxy. Visible for all to see.
Its denizens understood the reality here. Witness a slave exchange? Look the other way. A robbery? Walk a little quicker. A murder? Pretend it didn’t happen. Pretend enough and maybe all the problems would just go away. At the very least they might not become your problems.
All the pretending in the universe didn’t change the reality of that dead body in the alley I was walking by. The Twi’lek lay propped against one of the alleys walls. There were two blaster marks in her chest, but I knew those weren't the only injuries. Her head was hanging away from me, revealing purple marks around her neck that stood out against her blue skin.
Strangled.
I took a knee near the body. Detective training was kicking in. The injustice of the act gnawed at me.
Whoever had done this would pay.