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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 12:32 pm
Planet: Nar Shaddaa
System: Y'toub
Sector: Hutt Space
Terrain: Jungles, Decay Urban
Zones: Ruined cities, Cantinas, Large Sewer system
Description:
A twisted mirroring of the planet-encasing cities of Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa is the Huttese name for the over-urbanized planetoid known commonly as the Smugglers' Moon.
The spaceport moon orbits the Hutt stronghold world of Nal Hutta, in the Y'Toub system. According to Hutt legend, their true homeworld of Varl was destroyed eons ago, and the heroic Hutts conquered Nal Hutta as their new homeworld. The native Evocii were displaced to the largest of Nal Hutta's moons, Nar Shaddaa, but the Hutts eventually annexed the moon as well.
Over the centuries, Nar Shaddaa grew as an important way station in interstellar trade. Ancient refueling spires and loading docks still reach out from the native soil into orbit, and in between, vast vertical cities have filled the spaces. The lower levels fell into disrepair and decay, and the lowliest of dregs were forced into the decrepit undercity. The descendants of the Evocii degenerated in the shadowed filth of Nar Shaddaa's foundations, mutating into unwholesome savages.
For a time, Nar Shaddaa enjoyed an air of luxury, but changing political climes turned it into a criminal haven. The moon is firmly affixed in the galaxy's criminal underbelly, and no amount of reform will ever bring it into the light again. Ship-jackers, slavers, spice dealers, pirates, hunters and other unsavory types congregate in the vile cities. For a price, anything can be bought and sold on Nar Shaddaa, and many young smugglers and fringe-types get their start on the Smugglers' Moon.
Nar Shadaa is home to one of two major Bounty Hunter Cantinas. You have to land on this moon before entering the cantina.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:12 pm
The two mercenaries made their way outside. Graice felt ever so playful, enjoying his time as the two went at it, back and forth. And so, as he passed her holding the door open for him, he gave her a soft but firm open-palmed slap on the behind, and cackled. Deep down, he felt that he might have taken it a step too far, but those feelings were soon afterwards repressed as he walked further, holding his hands high and behind his helmet, as if he was cradling his head; a sheer sign of someone with a superflous amount of exuberance.
One few more steps, and he quickly stopped, and unhooked his DC-17m from his waist carbine, and brought it up to his chest, scanning the area briefly. One could never be too careful in the Nar Shadda slums, and he wasn't about to have the little incident that had played out behind him get him assassinated by someone waiting for a reason to snipe anyone, for any reason at all.
"I think you value your ship a bit too highly to have me fly the damn thing," Graice uttered as he brought his gun down to abdominal height, rested at ease.
"Lazy or not, you're driving. You should consider yourself lucky we have a few of the simple tasks automated for us."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:13 pm
"I think I value my life a bit too highly to have you fly."
Anyone watching the two would have immediately assumed they were some sort of couple. They jested like one, and after Graice's last move, it seemed almost obvious. Kelen smile so much this time. She remembered he was only joking, which came as a bummer to her. She threw a balled fist at his back, forgetting that his armor might damage her knuckles.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:15 pm
A thud.
Followed shortly by a small popping sound.
Graice turned around, to inspect the state of Kelen's hand.
"Nothing but metal, darlin sister. For what it's worth though, I do believe you were feet from hitting the emergency detach mechanism from my pack. That wouldn't have been a pretty sight."
Graice smirked. He actually felt somewhat threatened for a second, but again, the notion was quickly discarded.
"So, anyways, you know where the ship is, right? After you, m'lady." He said such in a sarcastic over-emphasized tone.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:15 pm
Kelen's face transformed into a slight sneer, her eyes rolling as she yanked her hand away. Her knuckles were a light shade of pink and the pain was excruciating, but she let her hand drop down by her side, refusing to acknowledge the pain.
"Unfortunately the cantina doesn't provide much of a parking lot. It's not far, but we do have to walk a ways. I'm surprised you don't remember the small port we landed in. You were with me."
She began to walk ahead of him through the crowds of people that milled through the streets. Every once in awhile she was forced to turn sideways in order to fit between a small space. The Moon always annoyed her. She hated crowds.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:18 pm
And if was hard for Kelen to navigate through the crowd, it was ever so much more challenging for Graice, with all his bulk. He was almost tempted to use his jetpack and just fly over everyone, but one who had common sense knew not to perform stunts like that on The Moon.
"Oh, I did remember... but... you know... what they say! Ergh.... mmm... ladies first!"
Pedestrians were pushed out of the way as he tackled his way to catch up with Kelen. He was almost regretting what he had said.
Dammit, if I went first I coud have forged a path for both of us. This isn't very efficient.
They had closed up on the spaceport docks, when Graice rendered something in his head in which be uttered aloud.
"Is your hand alright? It looked pretty red before, and I wouldn't want my mate to drive impaired, now. We could send the Vandrake into autopilot to orbit the planet while we get you patched up. Would only take a second, you... mm, excuse me... yes, you know?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:19 pm
"I'll be fine. It doesn't hurt anymore and it won't cause any problems for me. I can still pilot the Vandrake just fine."
She gritted her teeth, tensing her hand into a fist. She refused to let Graice know that it still hurt. She wasn't lying when she said she could still pilto, though. The damage wasn't that bad.
The crowd seemed to thin out as they made their way through the docks to the Vandrake. She was much larger up close and practically dwarfed Kelen and Graice. Kelen's only love, she was perfect for the young mercenary, modified to fit her needs as specified.
A small remote slipped from the belt on Kelen's waist. The push of a button dropped the ramp to the ground of the Moon. The inside of the ship lit up as the ramp decended, lighting the way for Kelen as she stepped up into the hull of the Vandrake.
"Do you remember where the holonet said we needed to report for the mission? It was erased soon after I accepted it. I sort of need to know where we are going."
She opened the cockpit, making herself comfortable in the captain's chair that sat tall before the main piloting equiptment.
"Will you do me a favor and close close the ramp? And when you are done with that, could you check the ship for stow aways? I'm always worried we have picked up a passenger before we leave the Moon."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:20 pm
"Yes, your majesty. While I'm at this, maybe you should check the log, see if you can find out where exactly we are headed."
He stood facing Kelen, near the wall with the control panel to raise the ramp. Turning his head to it, he quickly buckled his weapon onto his carbine with his left hand's palm smacked the button on the panel that raised the ramp. The ship agitated a bit before the ramp lifted. Perhaps he had hit the button too hard? Regardless, he unbuckled his weapon again, and waddled down the cooridors to check inside every room, his armor clunking around with every muscle moved. He first stood alongside each door, then opened it and quickly poked his gun into the room, to sniff out the area before proceeding inwards. Standard procedure, he thought to himself.
The whole routine took about 6 minutes, if that. Afterwards, he yelled back up to Kelen.
"Hey, Kelen! Did you find what we were looking for yet!?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:21 pm
"I found it. The holonet says we must meet the Senator in the docks on Correlia. I was going to assume it would be Correlia, but I wasn't sure exactly where. I hope you are sitting somewhere, because I'm about to take off."
Her voice carried throughout the ship as her fingers went to flip a few switches on the control panel. The cockpit lit up, the door to the small room slamming shut and the lights dimming to near darkness. The Vandrake jolted into the air, throwing Kelen against the back of her seat. She reacted, reaching out the grab the small steering device that piloted her ship.
The port below shrank from view as they sped toward the atmosphere of the Moon. She flipped two more switches, pressed a blue button, and continued into the atmosphere.
"Graice, did you check the ship for unwanted guests? I guess it is too late to kick anyone off now. I guess if we find anyone we are just going to have to release them into space."
She chuckled, her sick sense of humor putting twisted images into her head.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:23 pm
"And you think that if there were any passengers aboard that I wouldn't let you know? Oh, and yes, I was seated, since obviously there are sooooo many chairs lying around here! For goodness' sake, woman! I sure hope you don't drive the way you sound!"
Griace yelled, still rubbing his romb from the collision he had between a wall and the floor when the ship jerked to life. But really, he meant not what he said and it was obvious; the two had been flying around for so long that Graice did not doubt her abilities at all. Sarcasm was of the moment, however. And, honestly, he found the prospects of having someone float around in the vacuum of space somewhat appealing.
He hunter worked his way down the cooridor into the main bridge, again, as he quickly undid his helmet and pack, and let them fall onto the floor, alongside his weapon. He quickly ran to the gravitational balancer controls and initiated it before he, along with his things, were sent floating.
"I hope you rmembered that just because you are buckled down, doesn't mean that we are. And by we I mean me and my things."
Graice shuddered and put his hand through his slightly dirty hair, as he put one of his gloved hands on Kelen's shoulder, and ventured to look outside with his eyes.
"No matter how many times we find ourselves up here, I never get bored of it. Heh...."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:24 pm
Kelen glanced over he shoulder momentarily to look back at her partner. His hand close to her face had a certain smell to it. It wasn't pleasant.
"Why don't you go back to your quarters and wash up. A shower might do you some good. And I won't have to smell you anymore."
The ship continued to pull away from the Moon unti8l eventually, they were a safe distance away. Plugging in the coordinates for Correlia, Kelen set the ship on autopilot. She leaned back in her chair, reaching up to switch on the hyperdrive. The ship shook lightly for a second before stars began to zoom past as constant streems of light.
"We should be in the orbit of the planet within thirty minutes. That is plenty of time for you to clean up, especially if we are going to be meeting a Senator. I'm probably going to shower as well. The Moon always makes me smell funny."
She stood from her chair, her legs stiffening out as her back arched backwards in a stretch. She pushed past her partner, attempting not to be rude, and exited the cockpit, destined for a shower in her quarters.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:24 pm
Graice watched Kelen walk by him, with twitching eyebrows. As to be sarcastic, he bent his knees a little bit so they were resting a little wider than a 90 degree angle, and leaned back a bit, at the same time, giving her two thumbs up, although her back was faced to him.
"Good for yoooou!"
He chuckled as he undid some velcro and some pins on his armor, having the individual pieces fall off his body. First the gauntlets, then the boots, then shinguards, leg plates, and finally chestpiece. What was left, the undersuit, he would take off near the actual showers. The underarmor had padding of its own that mimicked the anatomy of the typical male. He causally walked towards his own quarters, while unzipping his undersuit, already. Who would care? No one was around. He strolled into his quarters nude, with his underarmor garbs in one hand, in which he had sent to the cleaning agent via throwing it into a special hatch that was included in every bathroom on the ship.
About ten minutes and three nearly vintage song lyrics later, Graice was cleansed, clean-shaven, and ready for a daring appearance. Logic came to hand when he concluded that the initial meeting with the senator was to be formal, so to somewhat equip himself whilst still appearing formal, he dubbed on a fresh set of underarmor that was laid across his bed, and slipped thatchy black denim pants and a black leather jog suit over it. He seathed and concealed his combat knife between the underarmor and his jog suit. He of course did nothing with his hair, as it always fluffed out in an uncanny nature. Regardless, however, he did somehow fortunately pull the 'formal' look off.
He opened his quarter doors and rolled back out into the main bridge.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 1:00 pm
The ship entered the Moons atmostspere and lowered to a dock. When it landed a recon droid exited the cargo bay and entered the crowded street. The bounty hunter didnt like attention. Droids would serve as a way to check out the bounties. it was someting about heavy Mandalorian battle armor that called attention to a person. The droid neared the bounty hunter Cantina.
Lets see what they have for me today.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 1:15 pm
The recon driod left the Inn and made its way back to the ship. It entere the ships cargo hold. The ship lifted off and made its way away for the planet.
To Manaan I go.
The bounty hunter though of the money he would soon have.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 4:27 pm
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