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Nar Shaddaa Flashback
Before the Destruction of Mandalore
Nar Shaddaa, the planet stood almost as a beacon of refuge from the oppression of the Imperium. A planet that one could lose themselves in, a planet that sprawled as a massive city, rich with technology and even more potent with it's criminal undertones. It wasn't a place that she thought she'd ever have ventured to if it weren't for the dire need for additional knowledge and supplies for her Clan. The blockade of the Mandalore Sector was a tough thing to bear, one which required a daring escape from those Imperial vessels. It was a good thing that she'd made it out of the Sector without any Imperial entanglements. It certainly would've made a tragic ending to such good intentions considering her ship held no weapons and only minimal shielding.
The one good thing about Nar Shaddaa however was it's abundance of Bacta and medicinal compounds considering the Hutt's control of Thyferra. It was where she'd restock her vessel with as much of it as she could store. She'd only arrived a few days ago, having made a few contacts planet wise, she'd even secured an invitation to a medical conference in one of the towering spacescrapers in the middle of the business district. Soon though, soon. In the mean time she had to venture to some less than legitimate outlets to secure some equipment that she needed. Equipment that was of Imperial nature. She'd certainly be spending some credits to acquire it, it was fortunate that she saved all those chits, considering she wouldnt be able to access her accounts on Jakelia.
In the mean time though, walking through the denizens of Nar Shaddaa it was almost calming to be able to wear her armor, the sigils on her shoulder plates were old Mando'a for a medic. The red stripes that ran down along the outer edge of her arms and along the front of her leg armor was a good offset to the dark gray main coloring of her armor. Her fiery red hair hung about her face, and her eyes were set and focused ahead of her, the occasional glimpse through a few passing shop stands, a look along the wares being offered and peddled. Moving about the market was something she hadn't experienced in a long time back on Jakelia, even just for a moment she let her lips curl to just a very slight smile, one could almost forget the wars and oppression of her people. Almost.
Before the Destruction of Mandalore
Nar Shaddaa, the planet stood almost as a beacon of refuge from the oppression of the Imperium. A planet that one could lose themselves in, a planet that sprawled as a massive city, rich with technology and even more potent with it's criminal undertones. It wasn't a place that she thought she'd ever have ventured to if it weren't for the dire need for additional knowledge and supplies for her Clan. The blockade of the Mandalore Sector was a tough thing to bear, one which required a daring escape from those Imperial vessels. It was a good thing that she'd made it out of the Sector without any Imperial entanglements. It certainly would've made a tragic ending to such good intentions considering her ship held no weapons and only minimal shielding.
The one good thing about Nar Shaddaa however was it's abundance of Bacta and medicinal compounds considering the Hutt's control of Thyferra. It was where she'd restock her vessel with as much of it as she could store. She'd only arrived a few days ago, having made a few contacts planet wise, she'd even secured an invitation to a medical conference in one of the towering spacescrapers in the middle of the business district. Soon though, soon. In the mean time she had to venture to some less than legitimate outlets to secure some equipment that she needed. Equipment that was of Imperial nature. She'd certainly be spending some credits to acquire it, it was fortunate that she saved all those chits, considering she wouldnt be able to access her accounts on Jakelia.
In the mean time though, walking through the denizens of Nar Shaddaa it was almost calming to be able to wear her armor, the sigils on her shoulder plates were old Mando'a for a medic. The red stripes that ran down along the outer edge of her arms and along the front of her leg armor was a good offset to the dark gray main coloring of her armor. Her fiery red hair hung about her face, and her eyes were set and focused ahead of her, the occasional glimpse through a few passing shop stands, a look along the wares being offered and peddled. Moving about the market was something she hadn't experienced in a long time back on Jakelia, even just for a moment she let her lips curl to just a very slight smile, one could almost forget the wars and oppression of her people. Almost.