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If Mos Eisley was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, what does that make Nar Shaddaa? Marisa did not dread setting foot on the planet because of its infamy as the most popular shadowport in the galaxy, but because its neighbor is Nal Hutta. Her ordeal on Bespin made it clear that one of the Hutts was still after her, having evaded multiple bounty hunters on Cloud City. Being in a place with too many people seemed to be more of a curse than a blessing. The moment someone realizes she is wanted by the Hutts, there would be nowhere to hide. Sticking close to Izzy, her newfound companion, seemed to be the only form of security she could rely on.
As Izzy landed the ship that the two used to leave Bespin, Marisa took in the thousands of lights that adorned the cityscape. There was something incredible about ecumenopoleis: knowing that there will be lights and structures as far as the eye could see. Marisa grew up where both cities and landscape were at a balance, so she never had sights such as this at home. Or at least, the place she once called home. She took a holo-recorder from one of her pouches as she approached the cockpit. If Izzy didn't notice her approach, the woman prodded him with the recorded.
"Hey, can you hold onto this for me?" she asked him.
If Mos Eisley was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, what does that make Nar Shaddaa? Marisa did not dread setting foot on the planet because of its infamy as the most popular shadowport in the galaxy, but because its neighbor is Nal Hutta. Her ordeal on Bespin made it clear that one of the Hutts was still after her, having evaded multiple bounty hunters on Cloud City. Being in a place with too many people seemed to be more of a curse than a blessing. The moment someone realizes she is wanted by the Hutts, there would be nowhere to hide. Sticking close to Izzy, her newfound companion, seemed to be the only form of security she could rely on.
As Izzy landed the ship that the two used to leave Bespin, Marisa took in the thousands of lights that adorned the cityscape. There was something incredible about ecumenopoleis: knowing that there will be lights and structures as far as the eye could see. Marisa grew up where both cities and landscape were at a balance, so she never had sights such as this at home. Or at least, the place she once called home. She took a holo-recorder from one of her pouches as she approached the cockpit. If Izzy didn't notice her approach, the woman prodded him with the recorded.
"Hey, can you hold onto this for me?" she asked him.