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The back ramp lowered and Arix walked off of the ship his helmet off as he approached his Jawa contact he had talked with earlier. The Jawa simply pointed to a different dock to where the suspect’s ship was. It would be a little difficult as the ship was parked in a Hutt’s docking bay but that mattered little to him. He nodded and gave the Jawa the credits he had promised and set out to the dock to look at what kind of opposition he would have to face.
The Hutt’s men were everywhere and the smuggler seemed to be away from the ship. Probably trying to find another job at the local Cantina. He had a couple ways he could deal with this problem and looking over the ships damage from a distance he knew it wouldn’t be ready to fly. He turned back to his ship and set the auto pilot and AI computer to fly back to Nar Shaddaa. He would have a look at the Mos Espa Cantina.
Making his way through the town was easy as most of the residents would quickly get out of his way. He pushed open the door slowly and walked inside quickly scanning the immediate room for the Gungan. He wouldn’t be too hard to see but a smuggler wouldn’t be wide out in the open, it would make him too easy of a target. Instead he walked up to the bar tender and began to talk with the man to see if he knew anything. He didn’t mind getting rough if the man refused to help him. He had a reputation to uphold.
The Hutt’s men were everywhere and the smuggler seemed to be away from the ship. Probably trying to find another job at the local Cantina. He had a couple ways he could deal with this problem and looking over the ships damage from a distance he knew it wouldn’t be ready to fly. He turned back to his ship and set the auto pilot and AI computer to fly back to Nar Shaddaa. He would have a look at the Mos Espa Cantina.
Making his way through the town was easy as most of the residents would quickly get out of his way. He pushed open the door slowly and walked inside quickly scanning the immediate room for the Gungan. He wouldn’t be too hard to see but a smuggler wouldn’t be wide out in the open, it would make him too easy of a target. Instead he walked up to the bar tender and began to talk with the man to see if he knew anything. He didn’t mind getting rough if the man refused to help him. He had a reputation to uphold.