Ask Nar Shaddaa Lost and Found

[Soren Rel]

Soren had received a rather cryptic message pertaining to a project he had been working on with others to raise money for a mobile base of operations to provide medical aid and assistance to those in need. When he had been asked to help, he assumed he would be speaking with representatives and politicians, and certainly not having to find a way to break the quarantine on Nar Shadaa.

The message had been that it would be worth it, and the time was of the essence. It was no secret that the planet was on a growing list of planets being consumed by the AMS virus. He had just narrowly escaped such a planet and was a little apprehensive about doing it again.

Soren had agreed to meet with the mysterious party though. It had not been too terribly difficult to get onto the planet and to the designated coordinates. It was a large fortress, floating above the city below.

His small ship landed, and the Jedi Knight stepped out, senses extending to sense any dangers. His hand rested near the lightsaber on his hip as a droid approached.

@Nor'baal

 

[REX Unit 654]

It had been getting far harder of late to keep the master safe, with the near-total abandonment of the upper levels of Nar Shaddaa, the Stronghold he now occupied was one of very few with the lights still on. REX had become more aware of this as the past few weeks had unfolded, one by one the other Hutt palaces floating above the cityscape, had blinked out. It was on the back of this concern that he had contacted one of the groups trying to fight the virus itself; after all, they had a mutual enemy.

Sat in the control room of the Stronghold, REX watched the arriving ship through a myriad of cameras. "Bo nem wahca doukhaia." he intoned to the other units standing on the landing bay, before standing and heading down there himself.

He arrived just as his guest did, and approached, unarmed, stopping in front of the newcomer, and commencing a welcoming protocol. "His Serene and Most August Majesty, the Excellent and Divine, Yurghuz the Hutt, welcomes you to his home. In accordance with section 17.1b of the 'Disease Controls and Customs Ingress Act' you are required by law to submit to extensive AMS testing prior to your admission to the palace itself."

REX produced a clipboard, affixed with a form, and a pen.

"Please sign, here," he tapped on a box underneath a section entitled 'Waiver of Liability' "Here." he tapped on a dotted line entitled 'Consent to invasive pro-orbital hyper-nerve stims' "...and then sign and date here.".

He thrust the pen and clipboard forward.