Nar Shaddaa reminded Varyn of home, and that wasn't a good thing. The planet had almost entirely recovered from AMS after years of trying with only the absolute worst, quarantined pockets and deepest levels still manifesting infected. Most of the planet had finally returned to business as usual.
Varyn had made his way here in an attempt to track down a man by the name of Sheen Yargo. The name had come to Varyn's attention a while ago as a man who had worked for the Cartel creating false ship transponders for smugglers as well as doing a variety of refits and renovations for pirates, spice runners, and more. Then he'd gotten uppity and killed some made member of the Cartel in an attempt to move up and someone had put a bounty on his head.
Honestly, Varyn didn't really care about the outcomes for the guy. He was another scumball killing scumballs and out for himself. Jedi-like or not, Varyn was here because he needed either the man's expertise or some of his pre-made IDs.
Dressed in his covert armor and with his lightsaber strategically hidden out of sight, he'd opted to bring a blaster and a couple of spare powerpacks as well. It was likely to draw far less scrutiny than a lightsaber.
He stopped at an open stall area, ordering himself a ronto roaster and popping off his helmet, hanging it from his belt as he took a bite. He pondered his next best line in tracking this guy down and wondered to himself if he'd run across other hunters after Sheen for an entirely different reason: money.
Varyn had made his way here in an attempt to track down a man by the name of Sheen Yargo. The name had come to Varyn's attention a while ago as a man who had worked for the Cartel creating false ship transponders for smugglers as well as doing a variety of refits and renovations for pirates, spice runners, and more. Then he'd gotten uppity and killed some made member of the Cartel in an attempt to move up and someone had put a bounty on his head.
Honestly, Varyn didn't really care about the outcomes for the guy. He was another scumball killing scumballs and out for himself. Jedi-like or not, Varyn was here because he needed either the man's expertise or some of his pre-made IDs.
Dressed in his covert armor and with his lightsaber strategically hidden out of sight, he'd opted to bring a blaster and a couple of spare powerpacks as well. It was likely to draw far less scrutiny than a lightsaber.
He stopped at an open stall area, ordering himself a ronto roaster and popping off his helmet, hanging it from his belt as he took a bite. He pondered his next best line in tracking this guy down and wondered to himself if he'd run across other hunters after Sheen for an entirely different reason: money.