Back in the Old Days

[Narir Solus]

-Flashback-​

Narir charged down the balcony along the upper edge of Nar Shaddaa with a pair of blaster bolts tearing down the street after him. Raz had warned him. She had warned him that this was a bad idea, but he was stubborn, and in typical fashion he had moved forward with it anyway. Now he knew he was never going to hear the end of it.

It's all kriffed up, he said into his comlink as he rounded the corner. I need help, he said as another bright orange bolt zipped through the air and hit the pillar to his right. In the distance, fireworks were going off in the distance over the buildings. Why?! What could these people possibly have to celebrate. Their entire world was the armpit of the galaxy.

The Mandalorian slipped around the corner and down down a chute that dumped him promptly in a giant dumpster, and sure enough, there was Raz... ready and waiting. Okay, okay, they're coming, he said, trying to cut off any comments before they happened... he was sure it wouldn't work. He scrambled out of the dumpster, half covered in old food when a blaster bolt smashed into the dumpster where he had just been a moment earlier.

Narir had insisted on being the one to go into the meeting with the spice dealers and make the deal. He wanted to get more practice with that type of work. It seemed smuggling and smooth talking wasn't his strong suit.