NAR SHADDAA.
ZZ-4A4, had he possessed teeth, would have been gritting them as his ship, the custom starfighter known as the Silver Bolide, descended through the vertical city of the smuggler's moon.
In point of fact, now that he could clearly recall his visits of some 400 years prior, Zeezee could see that - at least in the broad strokes - the moon was much as he remembered it. A wretched hive of scum and villainy a thousand levels deep, so utterly corrupted that it was almost entirely beyond law and order. Master Krayd, of course, had always thought that nothing was entirely beyond saving, but then he had been a Jazaq. They were like that sometimes.
There had, of course, been no kind of centralized aerospace traffic control guiding in Zeezee's approach, but then Nar Shaddaa had never gone in for central control of any kind. What had drawn the astromech's curiosity was the traffic; of all the thousands of ships in the area, the Silver Bolide had been one of a scant handful heading toward the moon.
And now, down in the cityscape itself, things still seemed off.
"It0?" Questioned the droid, panning his cranial turret around as the ship descended. "Does it seem... unusually quiet here, to you?"
In point of fact, now that he could clearly recall his visits of some 400 years prior, Zeezee could see that - at least in the broad strokes - the moon was much as he remembered it. A wretched hive of scum and villainy a thousand levels deep, so utterly corrupted that it was almost entirely beyond law and order. Master Krayd, of course, had always thought that nothing was entirely beyond saving, but then he had been a Jazaq. They were like that sometimes.
There had, of course, been no kind of centralized aerospace traffic control guiding in Zeezee's approach, but then Nar Shaddaa had never gone in for central control of any kind. What had drawn the astromech's curiosity was the traffic; of all the thousands of ships in the area, the Silver Bolide had been one of a scant handful heading toward the moon.
And now, down in the cityscape itself, things still seemed off.
"It0?" Questioned the droid, panning his cranial turret around as the ship descended. "Does it seem... unusually quiet here, to you?"
Trini Halrixien sat in the copilot's chair of Corran Velt's YT-1300 light freighter, the Crimson Venture, staring intently at a sensor scope as the ship descended into the synthetic canyons of the Smuggler's Moon. The antique tracking device on the Silver Bolide was still transmitting steadily, and somehow, the little Amaran kept expecting to see a flash of polished silver just around the next corner.
"We're almost on top of him!" Trini declared excitedly. "He's descending again... down into that old manufacturing district. Kinda surprised all these buildings don't block the signal more."
As Trini looked around at the city, she couldn't help but feel an oily sensation crawl up her spine. There was usually more traffic than this on Nar Shaddaa, wasn't there?
"Hey, Corran... thank you. For this. For everything." She said gratefully, biting her lip. "I know this isn't the sort of place Sector Rangers come very often..."
"We're almost on top of him!" Trini declared excitedly. "He's descending again... down into that old manufacturing district. Kinda surprised all these buildings don't block the signal more."
As Trini looked around at the city, she couldn't help but feel an oily sensation crawl up her spine. There was usually more traffic than this on Nar Shaddaa, wasn't there?
"Hey, Corran... thank you. For this. For everything." She said gratefully, biting her lip. "I know this isn't the sort of place Sector Rangers come very often..."
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