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Nar Shaddaa - The Crazy Womp Rat
The shuttle has stopped, and all doors opened. The crowd exited. Drav had a hard time squeezing through all the people trying to get on board. Once he was off he took a few steps forward and surveyed the environment. He only had been at this part of Nar Shaddaa once, two years ago. And it was for the same reason as this time.
With the palm of his hand he checked his sidearm. It was still there, of course. One never knew when he would get in a gunfight on the smugglers' moon. It was a five minute walk to his destination, which gave him some time to contemplate. He considered the last few days the worst of his life so far. Loosing both of his partners, and sitting alone in the apartment they shared for years, made him aware how dependent he became of them lately.
He tried to apply for a few contracts since, to take his mind off the whole situation. He soon had to realize nobody wanted to hire him. It turns out letting a freighter full of tibanna gas get stolen, which was not even true, destroyed his reputation completly. Even on a world like Nar Shaddaa, Drav thought it would take much more.
This was the reason he was here now. He decided to take matters in his own hand. If nobody would hire him, he would make them hire him. His destination was the Crazy Womp Rat, a cantina in the more prestigious sector of the moon. Prestigious meaning the scum here were worse than anywhere else.
It was already evening, yet no one would have noticed unless they looked up to the sky. Everything was illuminated, as always, by bright yellow street lights, and colorful neons that advertised different establishments in the area. He could feel a cold breeze getting through his jacket. He did not have any armor on, only his casual cloths.
He arrived at his destination. Even outside he could hear people yelling. After taking a big breath, Drav stepped inside. It was just as he expected. The bar in the middle was flocked with many kind of lifeforms. Two female twi'leks were tending the bar, and at first glance it seemed they were having a very hard time keeping up. All booths and tables were occupied. Fortunately Drav was not here to have fun. He had a mission.
Even among the big crowd it was easy to spot what he was looking for. A tall, almost gigantic, dark furred Wookie was standing at the side of one of the booths. Gargar, Drav recalled. The Duros begin making his way towards the Wookie.
He was only a few steps away when Gargar finally noticed him. Drav could hear a deep growl.
"Long time no see!" Drav looked up at the Wookie, his right hand on his CMBP, his left in his pocket.
"Here to see your boss."
Without saying anything Gargar opened the curtain of the booth and signaled Drav with his head to get in.
A rounded table was behind the curtain, with cushioned seating around it. On the right of Drav a male Weequay was sitting, looking at a female twi'lek dancing on a pole on top of the table. He quickly glanced at the Duros, then turned his attention back to the dancer.
"I knew you would come." He took a sip from the glass in front of him. "Please, take a seat!" He gestured at the empty space in front of him. While Drav was sitting down, he saw the Weequay grab the hand of the dancer, and pulled her down to sit next to him. Finally he was looking at the Duros.
"You're wise as always, Baku." Drav made sure that the other could hear the sarcasm in his voice. They had a history.
"No need for flattery!" Baku let a little smile show on his face. "So nobody would give you any work, huh?"
"A temporary setback. They just need to be reminded what I'm capable of." Drav's face stayed serious. He did not find the situation close to as funny as Baku did.
The Weequay leaned closer, and looked Drav right in the eye. "What is your offer?"
Right to business. Do I look this separate?
"A discount on my services. I'm sure you did not quit arms smuggling in the last few weeks. You give me an escort contract, and I give you a generous discount on my fees. A win-win situation if I've ever seen one."
Drav showed a confident smile. He knew money was the greatest motivation for anything that the smuggler did. Baku studied his face for a few moments longer, then leaned back and finished his drink. He extended the empty glass towards Drav.
"Tell you what. You bring me an other drink while I think about this generous offer. Something strong, preferably! Then we'll talk."
Drav decided to play along. He really needed a contract. He took the glass and exited the booth. The bar was full on all sides, and the bartenders were under constant bombardment of orders. Drav found an empty spot for himself, and began to wait for his turn.
With the palm of his hand he checked his sidearm. It was still there, of course. One never knew when he would get in a gunfight on the smugglers' moon. It was a five minute walk to his destination, which gave him some time to contemplate. He considered the last few days the worst of his life so far. Loosing both of his partners, and sitting alone in the apartment they shared for years, made him aware how dependent he became of them lately.
He tried to apply for a few contracts since, to take his mind off the whole situation. He soon had to realize nobody wanted to hire him. It turns out letting a freighter full of tibanna gas get stolen, which was not even true, destroyed his reputation completly. Even on a world like Nar Shaddaa, Drav thought it would take much more.
This was the reason he was here now. He decided to take matters in his own hand. If nobody would hire him, he would make them hire him. His destination was the Crazy Womp Rat, a cantina in the more prestigious sector of the moon. Prestigious meaning the scum here were worse than anywhere else.
It was already evening, yet no one would have noticed unless they looked up to the sky. Everything was illuminated, as always, by bright yellow street lights, and colorful neons that advertised different establishments in the area. He could feel a cold breeze getting through his jacket. He did not have any armor on, only his casual cloths.
He arrived at his destination. Even outside he could hear people yelling. After taking a big breath, Drav stepped inside. It was just as he expected. The bar in the middle was flocked with many kind of lifeforms. Two female twi'leks were tending the bar, and at first glance it seemed they were having a very hard time keeping up. All booths and tables were occupied. Fortunately Drav was not here to have fun. He had a mission.
Even among the big crowd it was easy to spot what he was looking for. A tall, almost gigantic, dark furred Wookie was standing at the side of one of the booths. Gargar, Drav recalled. The Duros begin making his way towards the Wookie.
He was only a few steps away when Gargar finally noticed him. Drav could hear a deep growl.
"Long time no see!" Drav looked up at the Wookie, his right hand on his CMBP, his left in his pocket.
"Here to see your boss."
Without saying anything Gargar opened the curtain of the booth and signaled Drav with his head to get in.
A rounded table was behind the curtain, with cushioned seating around it. On the right of Drav a male Weequay was sitting, looking at a female twi'lek dancing on a pole on top of the table. He quickly glanced at the Duros, then turned his attention back to the dancer.
"I knew you would come." He took a sip from the glass in front of him. "Please, take a seat!" He gestured at the empty space in front of him. While Drav was sitting down, he saw the Weequay grab the hand of the dancer, and pulled her down to sit next to him. Finally he was looking at the Duros.
"You're wise as always, Baku." Drav made sure that the other could hear the sarcasm in his voice. They had a history.
"No need for flattery!" Baku let a little smile show on his face. "So nobody would give you any work, huh?"
"A temporary setback. They just need to be reminded what I'm capable of." Drav's face stayed serious. He did not find the situation close to as funny as Baku did.
The Weequay leaned closer, and looked Drav right in the eye. "What is your offer?"
Right to business. Do I look this separate?
"A discount on my services. I'm sure you did not quit arms smuggling in the last few weeks. You give me an escort contract, and I give you a generous discount on my fees. A win-win situation if I've ever seen one."
Drav showed a confident smile. He knew money was the greatest motivation for anything that the smuggler did. Baku studied his face for a few moments longer, then leaned back and finished his drink. He extended the empty glass towards Drav.
"Tell you what. You bring me an other drink while I think about this generous offer. Something strong, preferably! Then we'll talk."
Drav decided to play along. He really needed a contract. He took the glass and exited the booth. The bar was full on all sides, and the bartenders were under constant bombardment of orders. Drav found an empty spot for himself, and began to wait for his turn.
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