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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 5:48 am
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: Thu Nov 10, 2005 11:15 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 5:31 pm
The Retribution lands in the docking pads ojn the outer edge of Nar Shadda's upper levels. Revenant exits the craft and wrinkles his nose in disgust as unfamiliar smells of the smugglers moon reach him. He folds up his Night Stinger and strap it to his back and hooks his sword to his belt, he heads toward the Cobbler's Breath Inn.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 9:08 pm
The Retribution takes off and jumps to hyperspace.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 7:05 pm
(Mira lands her A-Wing right outside the front door to her house)
"Dad always said I was the best Twi'lek piolet he ever knew"
(Mira goes inside, goes to her room then lays on her bed)
"...Home sweet home..."
(Mira gets up opens a near by draw, takes her Datapad out and puts it in her pocket then she goes back outside locks the door hopes back into her A-wing and flys off to Tatooine)
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 11:48 pm
The Sith Fighter appears in Nar Shaddaas atmosphere and begins to slowl in speed getting ready for landing. Dravyn picked an empty dock and set her down slowly and when he exited his ship he started talking to the dock master and payed him the fee. Moving on he walked with his head down hiding his face as he walked into the city moon of Nar Shaddaa. Exiting the docking area he came into the "streets" and looked at the scum that lived here.
"Such filth should be wipped from the Galaxy. They are weak."
Turning from them he walked up to the nearest Cantina and entered the Cobblers Breath Inn.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 3:33 pm
As he ran from the cantina he heard the doors slide open followed by blaster fire. Plasma shots zoomed around him and nearby pedestrians jumped out of the way, pulling his plaster out he turned and fired a shot at the nearest Rodian and hit his gun hand.
He saw the aside street to the docks and dodge rolled out of the main walkway. This was not a good day for him he thought as he stood and quickly ran for his ship. The dock master was flying around holding a couple blasters but unfortunaly for him he was looking away from Dravyn and the last thing he remembered was a searing hot pain in the back of his head and then his vision went black and he became the force.
Stopping at the Dock Master he searched him and found the credits plus more from previous payments.
"Thanks friend, Im sure you wont be needing these."
Looking back he could hear the shouts of the men and he went to his sith fighter reving it up he started to lift off slowly. The first five bar patrons came into view and he shot at them with his blaster cannons killing them with a couple shots. Before the others could come and take aim he flicked a switched and accelerated into space.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 12:25 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: Fri Nov 25, 2005 12:40 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: Fri Nov 25, 2005 12:55 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: Fri Nov 25, 2005 1:08 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: Fri Nov 25, 2005 1:19 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: Fri Nov 25, 2005 1:39 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: Fri Nov 25, 2005 1:47 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: Fri Nov 25, 2005 2:27 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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