The last time Rynn had stepped foot on Nar Shaddaa, he was partaking in a heist on the lower levels of the planet's underbelly, shooting his way out of a zombie infested hellscape. Most of the crew had tried to backstab him, but the towering Mandalorian had always gotten the upper hand. Nothing stopped him back then, he was ruthless and lost to the darkness and misguidance of the Sith. I still am a killer, Rynn reminded himself as he pushed through the crowds on the walking platforms of one of the countless levels on the Smuggler's moon.
The Mandalorian stepped through a hologram of a dancing zeltron and through a pair of sliding doors which lead down a dimly lit decline and into the underbelly of The Zapping Zel, just another hole in the wall club within a city that was filled with people looking to escape their lives. The club's interior was nothing to write home about, drabbed in durasteel grey, low lighting and neon accents that flashed along the trim, but that wasn't what the people that came to Zel's were after. Private Dances and forgetting your life.
The Mandalorian huffed to himself as he pushed past several drunkards who staggered about the dancefloor. A Twi'lek dancer tried approaching, but the horned helmet man simply waved them off. He scanned around the locale, past the faces of countless aliens until he saw Zel herself working behind the bar. Rynn approached the Zeltron woman, clad in a leather tube top and tight forming pants to match. She was busy preparing a drink for a weequay when he arrived.
Rynn placed the head of an IG unit on top of the glowing bar counter and pushed it forward as his gravely voice spoke up over the noise of the crowd. "I was expecting something harder," The Mandalorian crossed his arms and watched as the Zeltron moved over towards his direction from her side of the counter. She leaned over and traced a finger along the side of the helmet, following the pattern of black accents along the helmet.
"Mmph, you have a way of words Rynn Itera," the Zeltron's lips pursed as she gave a subtle wink and removed a bag of datachits and slid them his direction. "It's a shame you won't show me what's beneath that mask"
The Mandalorian collected the chips and brought them close to his belt, clipping them on tightly. "I've told you once before."
"Yeah, yeah. You don't remove your helmet unless it's with someone you love," the Zeltron huffed, blowing strands of her long blue hair from in front of her eyes. "Be honest with yourself Metal-boy. It's been decades, she's over it...move on with your life." The owner rolled her eyes and spun off with an annoyed expression, leaving Rynn to himself.
The likelihood of seeing Nara again was slim to none, especially in a galaxy this big. But, that didn't mean Rynn hadn't hoped he would. The last time the pair had seen each other, Rynn was much younger, weaker then. He wasn't the same man he was today, he betrayed her words, went against the Jedi and her friends. If he saw her, he wouldn't know what to say. The Mandalorian turned for the door and out of the corner of his visor, spotted a streak of brown long hair and subtle pale cheeks standing right beside him. Rynn's throat tightened a bit as he paused in his tracks. it looked just like her, albeit older.
"Nara?" His gravely voice asked in a low tone.
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