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Nar Shaddaa.
Was there a bigger cesspit of villainy and excess of vice? Well yes, Nal Hutta. Fortunately for those with a strong sense of smell the home world of the Hutts wasn't nearly as relevant and it was its moon that worked like a magnet to all ill-deprived and vice-rich specimens of sentient physiology. If the Empire would seek the Hutt's hand in marriage it was sure to see Nar Shaddaa as the diamond that makes the band of Nal Hutta dull in comparison. Alas, every suitor would sooner or later realize that the Hutt was a demanding wife whose antics and many affairs would make you paranoid of angst as her beauty quickly fades. Imperial presence in this system would have the well dry up before a simple 'All Hail' could be cheered, criminal organizations choosing the divert their opportunities to planets like Ord Antalaha instead. Today, still, Nar Shaddaa was that diamond to behold and the maiden that was so eagerly courted to no avail. Many would return to try again, like clockwork or seasonal laborers marching up and down the slave camps, and Kal Titch was one of those suitors.
"What if I told you I was rich beyond belief?" Kal asked the Twi'lek actress, growing desperate because of her continued denial of her teal-colored skin and the infatuation that he felt for her despite of it. She merely laughed at him and pressed the glass of wine against her sweet lips, unknowing that in a way, he was telling the truth. A few days ago he had found the Onderon Crown Jewels hidden away on the Lethisk-class Armed Freighter that shuttled Systech Corporation employees from Quesh to Nar Shaddaa and back. Six years ago a Systech employee had profited from the Sith Invasion of Onderon and used the chaos to slip into the Royal Palace, but for some reason he had not been able to pawn them. His last known location was the Protelariat on the Coruscant Lower Levels during the Sith Invasion of the planet. It seemed to be a pattern that a Systech representative was always on the ground during Sith invasions, but this time it seemed the thief had not made it back to his ship in time. "It's true!" Kal insisted when she shrugged it off in unbelief. "Diamonds fit for Queens and a Princess' diadem," he said more than he should've, but the Twi'lek still did not belief him. How could he, lowly security goon as he was, have come into such a fortune? It was a ridiculous bluff.
A fellow Systech employee noticed Kal's bad luck and approached him to put him out of his misery, "Come on, mate." He put his arm around him and pulled him off his stool, "She's just not into the infamous Kal Titch." He had meant it as a jest and a reference to Kal's prison time back on Coruscant, but when he uttered the name the actress suddenly piqued up. "You're Kal Titch?" she said, putting her hand on his forearm to prevent him from getting pulled away by his colleague. "Kal Titch from Coruscant?"
Both Kal and his friend frowned, "Eh, yes-" suddenly Kal thought of that strange message he had received from a moneylender forgiving his debt at the casino, "the one and eh-" he hailed the bartender, "-the only."
Was there a bigger cesspit of villainy and excess of vice? Well yes, Nal Hutta. Fortunately for those with a strong sense of smell the home world of the Hutts wasn't nearly as relevant and it was its moon that worked like a magnet to all ill-deprived and vice-rich specimens of sentient physiology. If the Empire would seek the Hutt's hand in marriage it was sure to see Nar Shaddaa as the diamond that makes the band of Nal Hutta dull in comparison. Alas, every suitor would sooner or later realize that the Hutt was a demanding wife whose antics and many affairs would make you paranoid of angst as her beauty quickly fades. Imperial presence in this system would have the well dry up before a simple 'All Hail' could be cheered, criminal organizations choosing the divert their opportunities to planets like Ord Antalaha instead. Today, still, Nar Shaddaa was that diamond to behold and the maiden that was so eagerly courted to no avail. Many would return to try again, like clockwork or seasonal laborers marching up and down the slave camps, and Kal Titch was one of those suitors.
"What if I told you I was rich beyond belief?" Kal asked the Twi'lek actress, growing desperate because of her continued denial of her teal-colored skin and the infatuation that he felt for her despite of it. She merely laughed at him and pressed the glass of wine against her sweet lips, unknowing that in a way, he was telling the truth. A few days ago he had found the Onderon Crown Jewels hidden away on the Lethisk-class Armed Freighter that shuttled Systech Corporation employees from Quesh to Nar Shaddaa and back. Six years ago a Systech employee had profited from the Sith Invasion of Onderon and used the chaos to slip into the Royal Palace, but for some reason he had not been able to pawn them. His last known location was the Protelariat on the Coruscant Lower Levels during the Sith Invasion of the planet. It seemed to be a pattern that a Systech representative was always on the ground during Sith invasions, but this time it seemed the thief had not made it back to his ship in time. "It's true!" Kal insisted when she shrugged it off in unbelief. "Diamonds fit for Queens and a Princess' diadem," he said more than he should've, but the Twi'lek still did not belief him. How could he, lowly security goon as he was, have come into such a fortune? It was a ridiculous bluff.
A fellow Systech employee noticed Kal's bad luck and approached him to put him out of his misery, "Come on, mate." He put his arm around him and pulled him off his stool, "She's just not into the infamous Kal Titch." He had meant it as a jest and a reference to Kal's prison time back on Coruscant, but when he uttered the name the actress suddenly piqued up. "You're Kal Titch?" she said, putting her hand on his forearm to prevent him from getting pulled away by his colleague. "Kal Titch from Coruscant?"
Both Kal and his friend frowned, "Eh, yes-" suddenly Kal thought of that strange message he had received from a moneylender forgiving his debt at the casino, "the one and eh-" he hailed the bartender, "-the only."