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Athir slouched in the leather armchair as the balding man standing opposite him behind a table counted his credits to himself, no doubt verifying the cargo of spice that the zabrak had brought with him. The red skinned humanoid's green eyes skimmed around the room leisurely, the Hutts contacts here seemed to live notably better than the backroom shacks he had seen on Toydariya. There were pristene photos, a grand fireplace, open air windows with a fully furnished balcony that boasted an impressive view of the markets of Theed. It was a nice change of pace in Athir's mind, a reminder of the life of luxury he once lost and now sought to regain.
"There it is, the lot of it, 10,000 credits for three barrels of Spice. I'll send the esteemed Nibezza your regards, keep it up and you'l be making double that in no time kid" the human said, placing Athir's credit chip on the lavish wooden tabel and sliding it over to where he sat. The zabrak gave a simple nod and picked up the payday, sliding his newly bolstered chip into his back pocket. "If you're looking for any daredevil's to run cargo for you, you know how to find me" Athir said, finishing his buisness with the Hutt representative and stepping out of his office. A few flight's of stairs and a back alley later and the zabrak was standing in the middle of the bright streets of Theed.
Ahhh, Theed, Athir had come here once and a while growing up. His father, Moqu had a substantial field office for Kavos corp. here. Most of the humans and natives were used to seeing zabrak like himself, even now as he stood there deciding what to do next he got a few second looks, but fortunately they leaved him be. In a lot of ways, this city almost felt like a second Coruscant, there was money to made everywhere you looked that is- just without the urban feeling. The black market scene was fairly big here, maybe not as big as some of the other Republic worlds but still enough to make some impressive credits.
"Hmm..." Athir 'hmmm'd' to himself as he looked up and down the street he was on. He had been flying nonstop ever since the incident at the Vile Villa it felt like, not to mention the hellacious Kessel run he had survived with Damon. Time was money to Athir, yet, for now he decided he would throw a bit away by staying in Theed for a while. He had the Hutts behind him by now, he could pick up a contract later if he wanted to. The smuggler adjusted his pilot's jacket before sliding his hands into its pockets, inhaling the deep and rich air of Naboo. He couldn't explain it, it just felt clean here, like a part of him could relax in the sun for once.
So, where did that leave him? "Left or right?" he asked himself in muttering fashion, looking up and down the street once again. Eventually he reached his own little conclusion, a small grin on his face, "Naturally it should be left, for if I go right under the presumption 'I'm alway's right' I would be smitten by the power of tragic irony" he concluded, feeling oh-so smug with his little jest. As he turned to walk left up the street through the market though, he felt a sudden tug in his stomach.
The man stopped for a moment, his joviality somewhat dampened as his mind and stomach seemed to churn. He couldn't explain it, but, after careful consideration, it felt as though going right was the way he should go. Not paying much thought on the change of opinion and placing it ona fanciful whim, Athir turned around and began walking towards the main square of Theed.
@Undine