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[This thread takes place on Metellos, around midnight. I strongly DIScourage Sith/Empire/Chiss participation, as this is deep in GA space.]
It'd been hours since he ditched the thugs pursuing him, but Del still couldn't shake the feeling that he was being followed. The feline had made his way down countless alleys and innumerable streets, but no matter how many roads he crossed he still felt like there were eyes on him.
He took a deep breath and released it in a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping as he did so. He was hopelessly lost and he knew it. He still had no idea what planet he was on, let alone what city or street he was stuck in. To make matters worse, he didn't have a coin to his name - if they even used coins in whatever city he was in - and he had no means to defend himself, save for a tiny scalpel he lifted from the hospital he'd escaped.
The feline had already ran for his life twice since he ditched the thugs, both times from street gangs bent on roughing up 'the big kitty'. He wasn't feeling particularly brave when he knew he could just outrun them, and so he'd fled each encounter.
Now, hours after his harrowing escape from the hospital and barely half an hour after his flight from the last violent street gang, Del found himself stuck in another market on the lowermost levels of the City, just above the vast sprawl of maintenance tunnels and machinery that kept the urban sprawl alive. It wasn't much - a ramshackle assembly of prefabricated plastic and plasteel stalls, furnished with thin tarps for rain covers and scattered carelessly throughout an intersection that had long ago become too crowded to support anything more than the street vendors who made it their home.
Though he didn't care much for the tattered souls who made the district their home, at least they kept to themselves. They didn't seem to care much about the giant tiger strolling through their home - they likely had their own worries to think about. Of course, there were a few exceptions; a few lingering stares here, a hushed whisper or two there, but even he had to expect that much of them.
Perhaps what surprised him most about the area was the number of weapons he saw littered around. Many of the vendors were armed, and even boasted security guards. He hadn't expected such poor vendors to be able to afford such folks... But then again, he was still operating under the assumption that their dealings were wholly legal. Had he any semblance of a clue what manner of place he was in, he'd have recognized the spice merchants, the deathstick dealers, the fences and the gun merchants, the smugglers and the assassins.
He was in one of Metellos' many black markets, and he didn't even realize it.
The feline's stomach growled - he was starving, not to mention cold, wet, and filthy. He'd sell his tail to cure just one of those issues, but he had no luck finding so much as a fur vendor, let alone a tail merchant. Unfortunately for him, he did, however, manage to earn the attention of the local slaver.
The man, a wiry and sadistic Zabrak named Duran, worked for the Hutts. He was a shady character, flitting between star systems, always looking for new and exotic beings with which to entice his employers. When he saw Delun, he instantly fell in love with the cat. The feline's towering frame, his rugged build, his powerful muscles, the grace of his every movement, the shimmer of his eyes, the brilliant sienna and dark sable of his pelt; it all drew in and captivated the Slaver. He had to have him.
Shouldering his stun net launcher, the 40-something man began to follow the cat, humming quietly to himself and fishing around in the inner pocket of his coat for a cigarra. He found one and tucked it into the corner of his mouth. A strike of a match later and he was puffing away his health, courtesy of a cigarra. He took a long drag and let it out through his nostrils, chuckling. "I really need to quit these things," he sighed contentedly. He enjoyed the Cigarra for a moment more as he followed Delun, then extinguished it and flicked it away before the cat smelled it.
"Alright, back to work."
Little did Delun realize that he was about to be in very, very deep trouble...
It'd been hours since he ditched the thugs pursuing him, but Del still couldn't shake the feeling that he was being followed. The feline had made his way down countless alleys and innumerable streets, but no matter how many roads he crossed he still felt like there were eyes on him.
He took a deep breath and released it in a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping as he did so. He was hopelessly lost and he knew it. He still had no idea what planet he was on, let alone what city or street he was stuck in. To make matters worse, he didn't have a coin to his name - if they even used coins in whatever city he was in - and he had no means to defend himself, save for a tiny scalpel he lifted from the hospital he'd escaped.
The feline had already ran for his life twice since he ditched the thugs, both times from street gangs bent on roughing up 'the big kitty'. He wasn't feeling particularly brave when he knew he could just outrun them, and so he'd fled each encounter.
Now, hours after his harrowing escape from the hospital and barely half an hour after his flight from the last violent street gang, Del found himself stuck in another market on the lowermost levels of the City, just above the vast sprawl of maintenance tunnels and machinery that kept the urban sprawl alive. It wasn't much - a ramshackle assembly of prefabricated plastic and plasteel stalls, furnished with thin tarps for rain covers and scattered carelessly throughout an intersection that had long ago become too crowded to support anything more than the street vendors who made it their home.
Though he didn't care much for the tattered souls who made the district their home, at least they kept to themselves. They didn't seem to care much about the giant tiger strolling through their home - they likely had their own worries to think about. Of course, there were a few exceptions; a few lingering stares here, a hushed whisper or two there, but even he had to expect that much of them.
Perhaps what surprised him most about the area was the number of weapons he saw littered around. Many of the vendors were armed, and even boasted security guards. He hadn't expected such poor vendors to be able to afford such folks... But then again, he was still operating under the assumption that their dealings were wholly legal. Had he any semblance of a clue what manner of place he was in, he'd have recognized the spice merchants, the deathstick dealers, the fences and the gun merchants, the smugglers and the assassins.
He was in one of Metellos' many black markets, and he didn't even realize it.
The feline's stomach growled - he was starving, not to mention cold, wet, and filthy. He'd sell his tail to cure just one of those issues, but he had no luck finding so much as a fur vendor, let alone a tail merchant. Unfortunately for him, he did, however, manage to earn the attention of the local slaver.
The man, a wiry and sadistic Zabrak named Duran, worked for the Hutts. He was a shady character, flitting between star systems, always looking for new and exotic beings with which to entice his employers. When he saw Delun, he instantly fell in love with the cat. The feline's towering frame, his rugged build, his powerful muscles, the grace of his every movement, the shimmer of his eyes, the brilliant sienna and dark sable of his pelt; it all drew in and captivated the Slaver. He had to have him.
Shouldering his stun net launcher, the 40-something man began to follow the cat, humming quietly to himself and fishing around in the inner pocket of his coat for a cigarra. He found one and tucked it into the corner of his mouth. A strike of a match later and he was puffing away his health, courtesy of a cigarra. He took a long drag and let it out through his nostrils, chuckling. "I really need to quit these things," he sighed contentedly. He enjoyed the Cigarra for a moment more as he followed Delun, then extinguished it and flicked it away before the cat smelled it.
"Alright, back to work."
Little did Delun realize that he was about to be in very, very deep trouble...