Stepping down the landing ramp of the Catspaw, dressed in his Nar Shaddaa best with a pair of his usual leather gloves covering his hands. His ID-21 seeker droid in tow, Hannibal retrieved his airspeeder from the lowered cargo ramp and sped off into the greater area of the smuggler's moon. He'd agreed to meet up with Nash for a little date, which was what Hannibal was choosing to call investigating a known bomb-slinging terrorist. They hadn't shared the same ship because Nash had her own and probably had things to do separate from Hannibal's things, so they'd settled on meeting near Nash's strip club. They both knew where it was, done and done.
It didn't take long for Arcene to get to the right neighborhood, pulling into a free space and doing it's best to pretend to be an ordinary speeder for the moment. He flicked a switch, causing the top of the speeder to slide back and away, the front transparisteel viewport sinking into the speeder body, giving him a clear view of everything. He lit a cigarra, spending this time to neatly roll up the sleeves of his shirt and double check his gear. After confirming his DE-10 was clipped well to his right hip and his lightsaber was in its proper placed inside his coat, he got to waiting. He really hoped Nash wouldn't take too long. Not because he was in a massive rush, though he was a tad eager, but more because he was easily bored by waiting. He ended up playing some variety or other of synthetic bassy music over the speakers to pass the time, watching the people pass by and generally keeping an eye out and a hand on his blaster. Nar Shaddaa wasn't a super safe place, but at the very least, people tended to assume flashy people were that way because they were somehow important in the Syndicate.
Of course, Hannibal had no intention of correcting these people if it prevented any issues before they started. So, like that, he waited.
Here, kitty kitty...
It didn't take long for Arcene to get to the right neighborhood, pulling into a free space and doing it's best to pretend to be an ordinary speeder for the moment. He flicked a switch, causing the top of the speeder to slide back and away, the front transparisteel viewport sinking into the speeder body, giving him a clear view of everything. He lit a cigarra, spending this time to neatly roll up the sleeves of his shirt and double check his gear. After confirming his DE-10 was clipped well to his right hip and his lightsaber was in its proper placed inside his coat, he got to waiting. He really hoped Nash wouldn't take too long. Not because he was in a massive rush, though he was a tad eager, but more because he was easily bored by waiting. He ended up playing some variety or other of synthetic bassy music over the speakers to pass the time, watching the people pass by and generally keeping an eye out and a hand on his blaster. Nar Shaddaa wasn't a super safe place, but at the very least, people tended to assume flashy people were that way because they were somehow important in the Syndicate.
Of course, Hannibal had no intention of correcting these people if it prevented any issues before they started. So, like that, he waited.
Here, kitty kitty...
@Killa Ree