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This is a Thread about Bahati finding a replacement blaster, and discovering a NPC who may become part of her crew. If you want to interact with her, or feel the urge to start an illegal gunfight on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, hop on in. Just be respectful to any interactions already occurring, and try not to kill anyone that you have not yourself created.
The landing struts of Miss Fortune audibly groaned under the weight of the large freighter. Heated steam erupted from various exhaust ports, as the ships systems attempted to cool themselves from the long trip. The enigmatic smuggler, Bahati Rehn, emerged from the craft with a collected confidence that only the most notable of Holo-Vid Stars could muster. Her hips swayed melodically with each step, as she sauntered through the empty hanger.
She was quite proud of herself. She had managed to talk her way into a private docking area; nestled neatly away from the hustle and bustle of the planet’s major Starports. Though it took nearly thirty minutes of socializing and flirting, she managed to talk the man on the other end of the com into allowing her to dock for reasonable cost of her company at dinner and a lap dance. Spending an hour or so making some poor soul feel like he was the center of the galaxy seemed like a small price to pay to be out of the prying eyes of the Hutts. On Nar Shadda, the Cartel kept close tabs on nearly every private ship that docked in the planet’s public harbors, and she could ill afford to have Bromborda the Hutt know that she was back.
Bahati had chosen a nice spot on the southern hemisphere of the Smuggler’s Moon, choosing to stay as far away from her old stomping grounds as possible. The scantily clad beauty meandered through the lower levels of the ecumemopolis in search of a nice gun shop. She wasn’t looking for just any gun though. She needed to replace her trusty 434 “DeathHammer”, which had been obliterated on her trip to Dressel. It had to be something with accuracy, range, and exceptional stopping power; something that was probably highly illegal by galactic standards.
The exotic smuggler paused at a particularly fascinating shop, her almond eyes examining the varied weaponry in the window. The lack of uniformity allowed her to believe that this particular shop owner dealt with ‘acquired’ weaponry, which meant that she might be able to find something interesting inside the shop. She glanced down at the Chronometer on her wrist. She still had a few hours before her dinner date. She pushed through the privacy door to the shop, which led to a more secure door. She depressed a small button to the side of the security door, and folded her arms as she waited. A few moments passed before a loud buzzing filled the room, and the door clicked open.
The dark room was filled with a well organized collection of weaponry; far more organized than the display in the front window. A Gran sat behind a counter, one of his eyes always focused on a security monitor, while his others kept track of the sentient beings in the room. The weapons on display in the small room were nice. It was a collection from all over the galaxy, but they were all new and largely legal. Bahati sauntered up to the counter, leaning flirtatiously in toward the Gran.
”I’m sure you’ve got some better stuff than what’s out here.” the exotic smuggler said suggestively.