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Nar Shaddaa Plaza
Hutt (Jedi) Space
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.Hutt (Jedi) Space
Nar Shaddaa was the same as it'd ever been. Temptation could be found in every street, in every corner. Every night some would profess these streets to be Heaven while others depicted them as an unforgiving Hell. Damnation and salvation all rolled up into a single package, ready to make some and break others. This, was the unforgiving truth of Hutt Space.
Were they not drowned by the sounds of life and music, Mar Kesyk would now be hearing the familiar clacking of his soles hitting the hard floor. Few things in life could take away his enjoyment of a soothing nighttime walk. Not the awful smell, not the irritating occasional burst of hot air from the ventilation shafts covering every other inch of this place, not even the fact that, when his head in an attempt to look at the familiar stars, the Jedi would be faced with nothing but light pollution and smog, which stripped the starry sky of its grandeur.
"This place looks like a landfill." - Mar muttered to himself, before releasing a sigh audible to those around him (if there were any). Momentarily stopping in his tracks to remind himself of the location he was headed to, before looking around to ensure he was on the right path, this masked individual would resume his leisurely walk through the grimy streets of the industrial Hutt moon.
It had been years since he'd set foot in this place. Ever since that fateful visit when the young Jedi had discovered his roots, Nad Hutta and its moons had become peculiar sights to behold. 'Nostalgia... Was that what they called it?' - he wondered. Today's target was not unlike the land he was in... Special.
A Mandalorian woman. A second sigh. In what he'd read, Mandalorians revelled in primal displays of dominance and strength, and their women were little different in that regard. However, lacking their male counterparts' imposing stature, they found different ways to assert their 'alpha' status... Then came the third sigh of the night, so far. Taking one last look at the covered sky, as though the eyes behind the helm could see through the pollution, the man would mumble one last time before entering the homestretch: "This... will probably not go over well."
Were they not drowned by the sounds of life and music, Mar Kesyk would now be hearing the familiar clacking of his soles hitting the hard floor. Few things in life could take away his enjoyment of a soothing nighttime walk. Not the awful smell, not the irritating occasional burst of hot air from the ventilation shafts covering every other inch of this place, not even the fact that, when his head in an attempt to look at the familiar stars, the Jedi would be faced with nothing but light pollution and smog, which stripped the starry sky of its grandeur.
"This place looks like a landfill." - Mar muttered to himself, before releasing a sigh audible to those around him (if there were any). Momentarily stopping in his tracks to remind himself of the location he was headed to, before looking around to ensure he was on the right path, this masked individual would resume his leisurely walk through the grimy streets of the industrial Hutt moon.
It had been years since he'd set foot in this place. Ever since that fateful visit when the young Jedi had discovered his roots, Nad Hutta and its moons had become peculiar sights to behold. 'Nostalgia... Was that what they called it?' - he wondered. Today's target was not unlike the land he was in... Special.
A Mandalorian woman. A second sigh. In what he'd read, Mandalorians revelled in primal displays of dominance and strength, and their women were little different in that regard. However, lacking their male counterparts' imposing stature, they found different ways to assert their 'alpha' status... Then came the third sigh of the night, so far. Taking one last look at the covered sky, as though the eyes behind the helm could see through the pollution, the man would mumble one last time before entering the homestretch: "This... will probably not go over well."
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