There was something else with the Night Market. Neon string lights ran from one stall to the next, hand in hand with the musk of spotchka and smell of smoking claw fish and deep-fried frog. Song was tempted for a taste, but as long as she was Mandalorian, the helmet wasn’t coming off. Besides, she didn’t trust the vendors. Some were known to sprinkle spice into their food for the added punch.
What more to expect from the people of Nar Shaddaa?
This far in the Outer-Rim, she was used to it. The sprawling criminal underground, the suspicious trade outs in conveniently empty alleys, the pickpockets who wandered the crowds, none of them daring to approach her. She didn’t care for any of them, because Song was after someone specific, a bounty. A doctor.
Dr. Xavier Fields, a rogue scientist from Felder’s Robotics. Apparently, he had stolen schematics for an experimental battle-droid, and in the wrong hands, it could lead to catastrophe. The Mandalorian had heard stories of the Separatist movement, their droid armies, and the massacres which occurred by their hand.
She wouldn’t let that happen again.
Though he escaped from Coruscant, Song heard rumors of the scientist having hidden deep in the Nar Shaddaa underground. She didn’t visit the world often, but enough to know who and where to start asking questions. If Dr. Fields was looking to sell his plans or buy parts to build his own droids, the market had to be where he’d go.
@Phoenix
What more to expect from the people of Nar Shaddaa?
This far in the Outer-Rim, she was used to it. The sprawling criminal underground, the suspicious trade outs in conveniently empty alleys, the pickpockets who wandered the crowds, none of them daring to approach her. She didn’t care for any of them, because Song was after someone specific, a bounty. A doctor.
Dr. Xavier Fields, a rogue scientist from Felder’s Robotics. Apparently, he had stolen schematics for an experimental battle-droid, and in the wrong hands, it could lead to catastrophe. The Mandalorian had heard stories of the Separatist movement, their droid armies, and the massacres which occurred by their hand.
She wouldn’t let that happen again.
Though he escaped from Coruscant, Song heard rumors of the scientist having hidden deep in the Nar Shaddaa underground. She didn’t visit the world often, but enough to know who and where to start asking questions. If Dr. Fields was looking to sell his plans or buy parts to build his own droids, the market had to be where he’d go.
@Phoenix