Hypori was another planet that the greater galaxy would have liked to forget about. Especially it's slum city, Paradise. Or as most of it's residents call it, Purgatory. A muck covered vomit inducing steaming piles of slag. Years ago is was supposed to be the shiny example of some lessor syndicate's attempt show of power, or something. Instead, it's leaders were killed or sent into hiding. The poodoo quickly flowed after that.
In the spaceport that reminded him of a more run down Mos Espa, Jett was coordinating the offload of cargo from The Oath. A ship load of expired foodstuffs. The Orcolan's take for this job, hardly enough to cover the maintenance on the old dynamic class freighter. But it was another job around Hutt space, another chance to search for her.
When the cargo was finally gone. Jett took his few credits, grabbed his vest and his gun belt as set off into the city. He needed a drink, a quick job, and with any luck a lead on a pit fight promoter named Horo.
Death Disabled, Open to one or two others. Just an easy going thread to get some muse flowing.
