For some reason, it always seemed to rain after dark on Coronet, in such volumes that even in the Blue Quarter was subjected to a deluge, and it appeared that, here on Coruscant, the weather situation was not much better. Nor’baal could count on one hand the number of times that he had been to the deep Core, the ancient homeworld of ‘civilisation’ (at least, according to the humans), and he intended to keep it that way. In his eyes, Coruscant was little more than a stinky backwater world, jam packed with one of the worst and most hideous species in the galaxy, humans, and was best avoided.
However, for what he had planned, one had little choice than to head to the Core.
For some short while, since they had started to make waves in the Galaxy by detaining Jedi, and then receiving more support from the FWA, the criminals of the galaxy had started to sit up and take notice of these gunslinging Rangers, and Nor’baal was no exception. He had noted their broadcast first of all, advertising the fact they had detained a so-called Jedi, one who most possibly could have information pertaining to those who had murdered the son of the infamous Durr the Hutt.
So, keen to potentially cash in on the favours Durr would offer to those who helped find the murderers of his progeny, Nor’baal had contacted a fellow syndicate member (@Zay) and, putting on a tie, a suit jacket, and slicking back his toupe, had paid one of the innumerable ‘totally legit colleges’ in the Galaxy to license him as a Lawyer. As of, Nor’baal checked his datapad, yesterday afternoon at four-fifteen, he was a licensed attorney, with an LLB from the University of Jiguuna.
The campus had been closed due to a chemical spill, but still, the bit of paper said he’d qualified.
And now, standing outside the Sector Ranger HQ on Coruscant, Nor’baal breathed in, exhaled, checked his glasses weren't askew, and walked in.
After all, you gotta start somewhere.
One day, he would not need to do such grotty a thing as actually working, but, he convinced himself, that day would only come once he had put in a fair amount of graft himself. His objective today was twofold, get to know the Rangers and how they operated (and if there was any room for some deals with them) and see if he could get this Jedi they had arrested extradited to Hutt Space, or at least some information that Nor’baal could leave with so that Durr would give him what Mama had always called ‘Cash Cash Money’
Walking into the lobby, he produced a business card from his top pocket with all the penache of an actual Lawyer, and flashed his biggest smile saying ”Nor’baal, attorney at law. This is my associate,” he gestured to the other Syndicate operator ”Now then...Oren,” he checked the newscast on his datapad ”Zayparn? Zapping? How you say it? Zapen! Let him now his brief is here.” Nor’baals smile never broke, as he took one hell of a gamble and hoped that, come what may, the Jedi was, actually here, and, wanted a Lawyer.
OOC: @Zay @Sreeya +1 Ranger of your choosing
However, for what he had planned, one had little choice than to head to the Core.
For some short while, since they had started to make waves in the Galaxy by detaining Jedi, and then receiving more support from the FWA, the criminals of the galaxy had started to sit up and take notice of these gunslinging Rangers, and Nor’baal was no exception. He had noted their broadcast first of all, advertising the fact they had detained a so-called Jedi, one who most possibly could have information pertaining to those who had murdered the son of the infamous Durr the Hutt.
So, keen to potentially cash in on the favours Durr would offer to those who helped find the murderers of his progeny, Nor’baal had contacted a fellow syndicate member (@Zay) and, putting on a tie, a suit jacket, and slicking back his toupe, had paid one of the innumerable ‘totally legit colleges’ in the Galaxy to license him as a Lawyer. As of, Nor’baal checked his datapad, yesterday afternoon at four-fifteen, he was a licensed attorney, with an LLB from the University of Jiguuna.
The campus had been closed due to a chemical spill, but still, the bit of paper said he’d qualified.
And now, standing outside the Sector Ranger HQ on Coruscant, Nor’baal breathed in, exhaled, checked his glasses weren't askew, and walked in.
After all, you gotta start somewhere.
One day, he would not need to do such grotty a thing as actually working, but, he convinced himself, that day would only come once he had put in a fair amount of graft himself. His objective today was twofold, get to know the Rangers and how they operated (and if there was any room for some deals with them) and see if he could get this Jedi they had arrested extradited to Hutt Space, or at least some information that Nor’baal could leave with so that Durr would give him what Mama had always called ‘Cash Cash Money’
Walking into the lobby, he produced a business card from his top pocket with all the penache of an actual Lawyer, and flashed his biggest smile saying ”Nor’baal, attorney at law. This is my associate,” he gestured to the other Syndicate operator ”Now then...Oren,” he checked the newscast on his datapad ”Zayparn? Zapping? How you say it? Zapen! Let him now his brief is here.” Nor’baals smile never broke, as he took one hell of a gamble and hoped that, come what may, the Jedi was, actually here, and, wanted a Lawyer.
OOC: @Zay @Sreeya +1 Ranger of your choosing