Hesh Prospero
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2017
- Messages
- 15
- Reaction score
- 4
As soon as Hesh's shuttle had touched down on Nar Shadda, he was already out into the streets looking into a safespot for himself and Elias, should they need it on their expeditions into the criminal underworld. He was unsure of the type of people he would find in such a place, having only ever really being cloistered within the Order.
After checking into his little safehouse in the form of a dingy and rundown hotel room, Hesh put on his boots and made sure his comlink was live. There was exploring to do, and for Elias's plan for the Galaxy to work, they would need more hands on deck. What better place to scout for talent than a hive of low-lives with nothing to lose?
Astounded with the sights and sounds of it all, Hesh led himself through the various streets and alleys of Nar Shadda, hardly being threatened by any sort of shadowy figures. If anything, Hesh was the one who threatened. The burly main with a devious moustache could barely fit his wide frame through some of the narrow alleyways. Saber dangling at the hip by a belt clip, there was probably little on these streets he couldn't deal with if he had to.
Turning another street, he arrived to some sort of trading hub. Interesting that it would be outdoors, but it did make sense considering what must have been a monopoly on real estate in the area. Movers and shakers abounded everywhere, selling stocks, goods, black market supplies, blasters, you name it. The area was huge, large enough to land several shuttles in...and it appeared they had several areas to do that indeed. Trying not to be distracted by the sights, sounds, and general beauty of it all, Hesh began to peruse the wares of an arms dealer, giving quizzical looks to the weaponry.
It was only when he felt an overwhelming amount of pain in the Force, that he glanced upward to see several shuttles start to enact their landing procedures.