Level 1469, Coruscant
Business Sector- “The Narrowlands”
The controls in the lift flickered as the Ranger descended roughly. The lift itself was open air, only a platform hugged by industrial railings. It could likely fit ten average sized, humanoids, but Bast was alone. Not that she minded. An upwards rush of air filled her nostrils with the scent of week-old waste and speeder fuel as the platform ground to a halt. Street lights buzzed like trapped insects and a few run-down speeders were parked by the walkway, locked up. It was evening, so the night life had just began to stir. In reality, the level was so far down one could not truly tell whether it was day or night, so computers, clocks, and data pads carried the steady rhythm of time in their programming.
The woman who stepped of the lift was meant to resemble a typical citizen. Her gait, although still uneven, was swingy. She wore tactical boots and her enforcer armor vest, covered by a sleeveless jacket and canvas scarf. A geometric tattoo climbed up the woman’s right arm, applied to last a week but resembling the permanent sort. However, Bast was unwilling to sacrifice too much practicality, hence, her hair was in a bun, wrapped with a royal blue band. Reaching up to tap her earpiece, she quietly gave a confirmation she was on site.
Nimbly gliding through a crowd of early Cantina goers, Bast made her way to the street corner where she would wait for her team and they could debrief. Corners and alleyways harboured meetings of all kinds, many of the illegal type, so she rested a hand on her blaster as a precaution and flicked the toggle to ‘stun’. Eyes leered at her and a group of armed men brushed uncomfortably close. The woman was by no means cowardly, but doing a mission alone was never safe. Attempting to take down a forced labour ring by herself would almost certainly land her half-dead in a dumpster... or worse.
The whizzing of a train came from just above, breaking Bast’s concentration. They were first to locate the business front harbouring the trade of kidnapped dancers, miners, and heavy labourers. Unfortunately, given the general seediness of the area, any access panel could be hiding an illegal operation. Leads were contradictory. Then, somehow, they would have to get inside and arrest the ringleaders. It was indeed strange command had only deployed her now, especially, as according to sources, the operation was almost a year old. It was likely the convenient presence of certain criminals, Derik Jaal and Molli Capert, who would bring an influx of credits to the Sector Rangers if apprehended. Organizations of which the main focus was not on cash seemed to be few and far between.
After a few more minutes, Bast tapped on her comm again to a frequency used by local officers. “This is Ranger Emblai. What is your arrival time?”
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