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Intelligence had been busy. At Harren's repeated request, they'd finally relented and supplied him with the name and location of Honoghr’s most useful arms dealer. He wasn't the largest, nor the most feared, but it was a very rare day that he didn't have exactly what the client needed.
He wanted a souvenir from Hutt space before heading back to Korriban - the mandalorians had taken Hutta and the Smuggler's Moon, but the Noghri bent the knee to the Old Empire... Harren considered this useful enough a gain for the campaign to have been worth his time at least.
He walked now, through a hazy bazaar situated in the cramped back alleys and winding narrow streets of the capital. It was the place, Intelligence assured him, that The Honoured One resided. Harren wondered if the alien would live up to his moniker. He was dressed not in sith attire, for this was strictly off the books - instead having found from a clothes shop the night before a very sharp black suit. The tailor had to rework much of it, but he looked every inch the deucalian businessman as he walked among the filth of the bazaar. His blue eyes were hidden by mirrored shades, but no amount of glamour could hide his blonde beard or ponytail of braids and dreads. He looked, in a word, civilised.
By his standards at least.
It was intentional, and while his lightsaber was on his belt, along with his hunting knife and pistol, he looked less the sith more the influential and dangerous customer. The acquirer of rare and dangerous arms... Who's to say he hadn't killed a sith and taken the blade from them? The mandalorians had certainly put the idea that sith were unkillable to bed of late.
He arrived in the crowded marketplace he'd arranged to meet his friends for this jaunt - just opposite the entirely illegitimate casino The Honoured One made his lair. Looking about for Doz, he silently hoped she wouldn't be dressed in full sith attire - what he was hoping to gain out of this wasn't best associated with any of them, being extremely illegal. That at least made this caper fun, though anonymity was a must. He also kept an eye out for his fellow deucalian, Agmundr, whom Harren had only just met. He hoped the older nord would appreciate the chance to let his hair down, free of Imperial shackles if only for an evening.
Breathing the pungent smells and sights and sounds of the bazaar, Harren waited. He rolled the toothpick in his mouth, gazing out from behind his shades.
He was ready for some fun.
@Kayenta Moenkopi @Apollyon
He wanted a souvenir from Hutt space before heading back to Korriban - the mandalorians had taken Hutta and the Smuggler's Moon, but the Noghri bent the knee to the Old Empire... Harren considered this useful enough a gain for the campaign to have been worth his time at least.
He walked now, through a hazy bazaar situated in the cramped back alleys and winding narrow streets of the capital. It was the place, Intelligence assured him, that The Honoured One resided. Harren wondered if the alien would live up to his moniker. He was dressed not in sith attire, for this was strictly off the books - instead having found from a clothes shop the night before a very sharp black suit. The tailor had to rework much of it, but he looked every inch the deucalian businessman as he walked among the filth of the bazaar. His blue eyes were hidden by mirrored shades, but no amount of glamour could hide his blonde beard or ponytail of braids and dreads. He looked, in a word, civilised.
By his standards at least.
It was intentional, and while his lightsaber was on his belt, along with his hunting knife and pistol, he looked less the sith more the influential and dangerous customer. The acquirer of rare and dangerous arms... Who's to say he hadn't killed a sith and taken the blade from them? The mandalorians had certainly put the idea that sith were unkillable to bed of late.
He arrived in the crowded marketplace he'd arranged to meet his friends for this jaunt - just opposite the entirely illegitimate casino The Honoured One made his lair. Looking about for Doz, he silently hoped she wouldn't be dressed in full sith attire - what he was hoping to gain out of this wasn't best associated with any of them, being extremely illegal. That at least made this caper fun, though anonymity was a must. He also kept an eye out for his fellow deucalian, Agmundr, whom Harren had only just met. He hoped the older nord would appreciate the chance to let his hair down, free of Imperial shackles if only for an evening.
Breathing the pungent smells and sights and sounds of the bazaar, Harren waited. He rolled the toothpick in his mouth, gazing out from behind his shades.
He was ready for some fun.
@Kayenta Moenkopi @Apollyon