Nar Shaddaa, otherwise known as the ‘Smuggler’s Moon’. An entire world, dedicated to pirates and outlaws, operated entirely under the discretion of the Hutt cartel. Here, business was betrayal... so, why the kriff were these goons taking this so damn personally?! They just wouldn’t give up! For a good hour now, these backwater scrubs had been chasing Neera; from the gambling burrow, all the way up to the strip, they were just hot on her heels. She couldn’t even catch her breath.
Total drama queens. It wasn’t like she stole their merchandise or anything, she just took the credits she was owed...and then some. That’s what you get when not paying for service rendered.
Dashing in and out of the crowd, Neera kept an eye on her back. Only three were trailing her now. A Devaronian was in the lead, followed by two Nikto. Their blasters were out, and one even popped off a shot, aiming into the air to try and disperse the crowded street.
“Find that kriffing harpy!” Sounded like the Devaronian was the one shouting; he had a nasty temper. No sense of humor whatsoever.
People dived in and out the way, attempting to avoid being shot themselves. Neera used this, slipping in and away through a narrow side street. “Damn it, can’t these guys take the hint?”
Not willing to keep this up all night long, the Nagai con artist looked for an alternative. She needed muscle, and she knew just where to find it. Good thing she was only a few blocks away from the local mercenary waterhole. With any luck, she’d bag herself a bargain of an enforcer.
@Taz