Nar Shaddaa. An ecumenopolis ranging from villainous to righteous depending on the hour. Param hated it, and she’d only been on the planet for an hour or two. It was so busy, so loud. It made her senses in the Force scream. Everyone living, everyone dying, and the business of the in between, all mixing together into a concoction of white noise that blasted her senses to numbness. And worst of all there wasn’t a single garden as far as she could tell.
Param supposed that it was at least a good thing she didn’t stand out in the crowds of people. Her tight fitting black, sleeveless top and trousers seemed to fit right in with the people of Nar Shaddaa; even with the black half-skirt that billowed around her left leg with every step. She even thought she saw some fellow echani roaming around. They were all a long way from home, Param especially.
Rounding a corner into a new block, Param found what she was looking for. An antique shop lay between a casino and a general store, tucked tightly away like a protected grandparent. A neon sign flashed “Dopp’s Relics.” A smile spread across Param’s lips as she approached the doors and entered.
The shop was small and quaint. A counter followed the flow of the walls with a space in the middle to get to and from the back of the shop. Rectangular tables with display cases on them lined the floor in a grid, giving just enough space in the small shop to walk around. A lime colored Rodian stood by a register, perking up as the front door bell chimed when Param walked through.
“Ah! Welcome to Dopp’s Relics! I’m Dopp, can I help you find something?” the Rodian said in his native tongue. Param sauntered down the grid of displays, shifting her silver gaze from one relic to the next. Of course, she was after a specific relic. One that any smart shop keep wouldn’t keep on display in the front. She put on a warm smile.
“I heard one of your scavengers brought home something very valuable. Something I want,” she said. If looks could kill, Dopp would have been on death row with the way Param’s eyes fixed on him under her long silver hair. “A holocron. More specifically: a Sith holocron.”
@Sreeya