Denon was not a planet Marissa ever had intentions of travelling to. These days anywhere in FWA space was like moving through enemy territory, and there was enough on Eriadu and the Syndicates worlds to keep her occupied. But, today Denon promised something she couldn’t find anywhere else.
The planet itself, Marissa couldn’t get a read on it. An ecumenopolis along the Corellian Run and the Hydian Way, it was of course overcrowded, full to bursting, both with big business, people, and poverty in equal measure. How one even came to terms with scale in places like this was a question that she still wondered about, where while sub-cultures could live and die in what amounted to little more than a side street amongst the rest. She did not envy anyone assigned to catalogue a world like it. Marissa, however, was not here for anything of the sort anyhow.
Two months ago some news had made it off planet that had peaked her interest. Linetech, the planets largest trading corporation, had seen its security suddenly compromised, a feat not easily accomplished. A month later, it happened again. Then a week later, and then within two days the system had dropped once more. Marissa knew a slicers work when she saw it, even if she couldn’t do it herself. And between dataplagues, Mothraki robotics, and their imminent collision course with Gori Xaa Hafven, Cymorrah boss and legendary slicer, she had quickly seen the value in acquiring their own slicing prodigy. Here on Denon, following the stories, the rumours, stretching fingers out into the ether, she’d finally managed to make contact with one. ‘Scratch’ they went by, that was all she had. A name, and an address. That, and the gruffest looking wookie she had seen in her life who was, thankfully, a promising candidate to the family.
By all accounts, if things went according to plan then today’s trip wouldn’t be much of a test. Keep your head down long enough for Marissa to cut a deal, and look intimidating if needed in the interim. She had no doubt Konn could handle work like that.
The address however had taken them dozens of levels below Denons glittering towers, where the sun scarcely broke through even at its highest peak. Every body around here looked malnourished and mistreated, pale skin and scarred hides, the street itself little better too. It was at the end of the alley, beneath broken metal sheeting and crumbling neon, that the doorway to their deal was located,
“Assuming they weren’t fooling us, that’s the place, home of our whizzkid slicer” Marissa gazed at the small door at the end of the street, eyes darting about for any sign of trouble. She’d had run-ins with the FWA before and wasn’t exactly keen on a repeat performance, ever since she’d arrived planetside she’d had her head on a swivel,
“I don’t like it” she looked up at Konn as she wrapped her heavy weather coat around her as flecks of rain drizzled over their heads, one hand checking the holdout blaster beneath it.
@Faust Rex