Definitely A Trap

[Gillian Rel]

Gil had the beggings of a colossal headache. One of the dancers at the club he owned had fallen madly in love with some low life thug on Nar Shaddaa, he really didn't know the specifics or really cared to.

To no one's surprise, she disappeared, people often did on Nar Shaddaa, especially in this line of work. Sometimes people got out, sometimes they moved on to something else, and sometimes they just vanished. To be honest, he didn't even know the girl's name. He wasn't there enough to know everyone who was employed. She had somehow got his contact information and had called him earlier that morning. He had awoken with a pounding headache and a bit of hangover.

She said she was being held captive on Tatooine, which wasn't too far from him but it wasn't close. Normal owners would have told her best of luck and hung up on her, Gil was most others. He had built the reputation of someone who would be there when needed, Tasha would say he had infurating need to be the hero, she was probably right.

He arrived hours later. Of course, it would be in the middle of the day. "Why would anyone live in a place this hot." he complained, not quietly as he left the spaceport.

@Cinderella

 

[Drussk (Inactive)]

"You don't like it?" Drussk was baffled. "The sand and the suns feel so good on my scales! Scorekeeper, I could live in a place like this. It reminds of summer on Dosha, but much dryer."

Dosha. His huntmates were probably feasting there now without him. It'd been over a year since he'd visited his home. He would have to make a point of returning soon.

"So," Drussk followed close behind. "do we have a contact, or should we split up and start asking around?"

 

[Gillian Rel]

"Figured the dry air wouldn't be all that appealing." he said with a shrug. "You can keep it." he said with a shrug. "The only thing I could think of that would be worst than this would be if it was this hot and wet." he said.

He pulled out his datapad "Actually, she managed to send me coordinates before the communication went dead." he said pulling it and handing it to Drussk. He hopped the line had been the only thing that had died. The map pointed to a medium size building on the outskirts of the dusty town. It looked like it was some type of garage or something.

"It all seems a bit too easy to me though." he said scratching at his chin. "why would they bring her all the way out here?" he asked out loud.

"Any thoughts?" he asked as he took the datapad back.