Location: Nar Shaddaa
Tags: (Open to anyone)
Ninma had never been to Nar Shaddaa before. Perhaps that had been their first folly. Regardless, they were attempting to find employment in the medical field, and after listening to a very informative droid at the space port, they were convinced the lower levels would be the place to go.
So, that had been their intended destination. Unfortunately, Ninma had no idea where the lower levels were, or what the lower levels entailed. Like, at all. They walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa for perhaps a bit too long, looking to signs that they could just narrowly read, and receiving no shortage of strange calls from the locals.
Needless to say, it was not a pleasant time. When one has a bag, that leads others to assume that said bag has something of value. Even if the inverse is in fact true, the unknown still makes for a tempting target.
So, it should have not have been a surprise, when a pair of hoodlums took interest in Ninma.
So, now, one mugging later, they walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa, without their bag, and utterly lost as where to go next. Running their hand against a slowly swelling cheek, they pressed on.
Nar Shaddaa was far...uglier than they would have thought. Ninma was frankly disappointed.
Tags: (Open to anyone)
Ninma had never been to Nar Shaddaa before. Perhaps that had been their first folly. Regardless, they were attempting to find employment in the medical field, and after listening to a very informative droid at the space port, they were convinced the lower levels would be the place to go.
So, that had been their intended destination. Unfortunately, Ninma had no idea where the lower levels were, or what the lower levels entailed. Like, at all. They walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa for perhaps a bit too long, looking to signs that they could just narrowly read, and receiving no shortage of strange calls from the locals.
Needless to say, it was not a pleasant time. When one has a bag, that leads others to assume that said bag has something of value. Even if the inverse is in fact true, the unknown still makes for a tempting target.
So, it should have not have been a surprise, when a pair of hoodlums took interest in Ninma.
So, now, one mugging later, they walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa, without their bag, and utterly lost as where to go next. Running their hand against a slowly swelling cheek, they pressed on.
Nar Shaddaa was far...uglier than they would have thought. Ninma was frankly disappointed.