The Smuggler's Moon. A den of vice, greed, and sin. Flashing lights on towers so high it obscured the stars, casting neon shadows to the peons beneath. For some, this planet was a paradise of lawlessness and freedom, where the ethical restrictions went to die a quick and painless death.
For a senator who was already untethered to such petty problems, the whole planet stunk of industry. It was as if someone had made a whole world of Coruscant's lower levels - a stinking pile of refuse that served as an idol to the greedy Hutt gods that ruled over. Conveniently, though, it was a place where one could find things of tremendous value.
Or so he had been told. Strutting through the garbage-lined streets of Nar Shadda, Makari quickly checked his datapad. Three mechanics in a row said the parts he was looking for were impossible to find. To be fair, it was rare. The Sullust Motors AE430 was only produced in a one-year run over fifty years ago. Finding the right anti-grav repulsor for the engine, which was custom-built by Sullustan hands, was a near impossible task. It's why they discontinued the product in the first place - even for a luxury market, the maintenance was too particular to realistically keep up with.
But when he thought about taking the half-built speeder currently waiting in his ship's hangar out to drive, he could feel the hairs bristle on his chest. The smooth, responsive power steering and rear side-thrusts made it a favorite for drift racing during its brief lifespan on the market. He imagined speeding down the Alsakan rivers and cityscapes, rolling down the convertible top, and sharing a cigarra with a beautiful passenger.
He let a sigh slip from his lips. It looked like it was not to be. But there was one last stop - Sleek's Shinies. Makari stopped outside, peering in the window for a moment to fix his hair. He rain a slender finger through his long locs and practiced a smile, before noticing a caf stain on his immaculate blue velour suit. He groaned to his security droid. "Make a note for me to get this pressed, please."
Might as well get it over with. Maybe there were some dreams that not even the Senator of Alsakan could make true. But maybe, with a little luck and a lot of help, he could get his speeder just yet.
@Remileah