Ask Nar Shaddaa The Smithy

[Sera Jex]

It was approaching midnight as The Vagabond found herself back again on Nar Shadda. It seemed like no matter how many times she wanted to leave and never set foot on it again one reason or another would come by to drag her back. This time she was searching for something. Nar Shaddaa was a planet of many things and one in particular was the ability to get your hands on any illegal or hot good you could ask. Though she wasn't searching for a vice, no she was looking for something else. A forbidden fruit that was knowledge. The days of the Empire and the First order resulted in the destruction on many resources regarding the Force as well as information regarding the Mandalorians. Both were but myths to most people and yet to her she had first hand experience with both. One was driving her insane and the other had both condemned her and saved her. She needed to know about both, and well there was a dark net of forbidden knowledge on Nar Shaddaa if you got lucky and talked to the right people.

She tried to hide her presence but suspicious inquiry and the loose mouths of brokers too afraid to betray the hutts tipped them off to her return. She was paying for her search of knowledge. She was wandering down the dense city streets in as fast of pace she could maintain. She was gripping onto the side of abdomen trying to keep pressure on it thanks to the fresh stab wound she got from a enterprising bounty hunter that tried to take her in. He was taken care of but not before he could let others in the area know she was there.

She needed somewhere to hide and treat her wound, and as of now she felt like she needed to find that place now. Her eyes found an unassuming shop and decided on that being where she would hold up. Getting round to the side of the building trying to find another exit she would find a unassuming backdoor. Her bloody hands now reaching forth to her datapad and a I/O cable to connect the pad to a hidden service port for the lock. Her hands where trembling and she nearly dropped the pad several times as she kept darting her head over her back to see if anyone was following her. It seemed like the streets were quiet for now but that just made things worse in her mind. Not seeing a thing meant that if something was there she wasn't seeing it. A few agonizing seconds tabbing through the software she was finally able to get the lock to open lending a soft click to the mechanism.

Quietly opening the door she would enter and then close it barely containing herself in order to make sure she didn't slam it shut. With the door shut she just sat on the ground keeping her back to the door. Giving her some time to just slow down and think. She looked around to see what she could make out but the darkness in the building made it impossible to tell anything right now other than a bunch of vague shapes for now. Still at least she seemed to have found refuge somewhere that seemed to not have single soul inside.

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[Njallgard]

It was late and Njall had just about gotten to his ship, getting ready to get some sleep after a very long day by the forge. As Njall was walking back, towering over everybody else, which not surprisingly made a large arc around Njall, he remembered he had forgotten something back at the forge. Cursing in Mando'a, he turned around and headed back to the main street, which would lead him to the district his shop was in. The main streets were still rather full of people going to where ever they might be heading, and while it wasn't quite as crowded as doing the day, there were still lots of people.

While the very large Polanuk received a lot of looks and attention just from being such a large Mandalorian, he found Nar Shaddaa to be very freeing in a sense. Turning down a side street and away from the crowded main road, he entered a trade district, which his shop was stationed. A few guards patrolled the area and although they were guards making sure the district was safe, do not be mistaken, they were very much owned by the Hutt Clans in some way or form.

In truth, the security was only here to make sure the investment of the Hutts wouldn't be damaged. Finally arriving at the entrance, Njall unlocks the security system in place and lifted the metal bar-wall up from the ground to the roof, before entering the front. Njall's little forge business was split into two sections. The first, being the front and the one costumers would be greeted by, was a fairly simple, but open store. There was a long desk to the left by the wall where Njall would stand behind. The walls were plain and really boring having a simple grey colour, no reason to make anything fancy out of it if he would be robbed. Which also was a thing Njall didn't have, guns and armour on display while he was away from the shop and forge.

Flicking the switch at the wall, the whole shop lit up. Looking around his business, everything looked just as he left it, that's at least something and headed for a door behind the counter to the right and across the other side of the door to the outside. However, in the forge, where Sera was, a bright light lit up into the forge as Njall opened the door. For a split second, Njall looked only like a black silhouette, before entering the forge.

While Njall hasn't seen Sera by the back door in the forge yet, he was very much visible to her as he started to look for his missing stuff. "No... not zere" said Njall out loud a bit frustrated, as he was still tired. Taking off his helmet, he placed it on a table to the side and begun to rummage through his many compartments in the forge.

Between Sera and Njall stood a tall metal rack, storing all manners of tools, gears, metal, and many other items. To the left of the backdoor and where Sera sat, stood a large metal forge currently cold and not active. On the other side of the room a lot of tables and other storage units for carrying different kinds of metals and ores to be metal into weapons or armour. Surprisingly there was another door closed, but it was very hidden and almost invisible to the naked eyes.

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[Sera Jex]

The pain was stinging as Sera finally decided to take a closer look at it. Opening up her Jacket and carefully lifting up her now blood stained black tshirt. She saw the wound and grimaced at the sight of it. Looking around for something that could possibly contain something to Sterilize it but that was impossible right now. She was going to need a needle and some kind of thread if bacta spray or a kolto bath were out of the question.

Ok find a first aid kit, dress wounds, hide out until early morning before this place reopens...

wait who turned on the lights?​

Sera could see the lights of the other room lit up the creases of one of the doors. Accompanying it were big heavy footsteps. Without thinking she drew her dl44 with her left hand as her right was now used to keep pressure on the wound. She didn't know who was entering but if it was another bounty hunter or thug she wasn't going to come quietly. Though when the door open and the figure walked in it was unlike anything she could have expected.

A large hulking beast walked in atleast twice her size the finer details imperturbable in the darkness. Sera's breathing slowed and her body tensed afraid to move a single centimeter. It. Was. Looking. For something. Sera's mind drawing the worse conclusion. Did the Hutt's decide to stop messing around? As it searched through and heard it's voice boom throughout the room in a accent she never heard before but perhaps with a hint of tiredness. She saw it lift it's helmet up realizing that the whole creature was incased in armor.

Her eyes darted around and then as he started to rifle through shelves she realized he was looking for a object and not a person. She could have felt relieved if it weren't for the small fact that now made her an armed trespasser now. Looking around she was beginning to see that she was in some kind of workshop and nearly everywhere she could go might be somewhere the Mando could search.

Except for maybe where he came in. Trying her to use the metal tool rack serve as cover she gingerly tried to get herself up right. Not wanting to put weight on her blaster and make noise she let go of her wound and put her bloodied hand on the ground making a soft dark mark on the floor. Being forced to lean forward her wound was now sending the message of fire to her brain as she bit her lip trying not to cry out.

She was starting to stand up until she finally reached her limit of tolerance and let out a small yelp which was followed by her body twitching in pain. Briefly losing her balance she began to fell and instinctively grabbed onto to the tool rack it's wheels sliding forward a bit and the rustling of tools creating a cacophony of noise. Fear started to flood into the Vagabond as she tried to go as fast as she could for the door to the front entrance.

"Just... just... Leave me alone." She cried out anxiety lacing her voice and her blaster now aimed at the hulking figure twitching in her hand. She didn't even realize she forgot to take the safety off.

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[Njallgard]

The sudden sound of a yelp made Njall stop abruptly, almost as if someone had programmed it into him as he with lightning reflexes, pulled his RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol pointing it directly at Sera. When Njall saw the gun in the girl's hand, more importantly, hearing the clicking sound of the weapon being on safety. Lowering his very powerful blaster pistol and coming into the light, showing his face as he holstered his blaster.

Njall did notice the wound on the girl, raising his eyebrow for a second. What Sera was met with, was a massive Polanuk in Mandalorian armour, a fully covered one at that. He had fur white as fresh-fallen snow on Hoth and some very deep dark brown eyes looking the rather scared over. He ignored her plead, walking closer, coming fully into the light and kneeled down on one knee, "Hov did you get into my vorkshop girl?" Asked Njall calm but with force behind his voice, "You're vounded and by the looks of it, a stab vound of some sort. I'll bet, someone is after you ad'ika" guessed Njall, not in the least worried.

"Nov, I see tvo choices you can take. The first and smart, you ansver my questions and I'll patch you up ad'ika". The second and dumb, I throv you out of here and let you fight for yourself ad'ika" Explained Njall as if they were making a business deal. Looking the stranger over a bit more, Njall did notice the consistent streak of blood dripping from her hand, telling him that it might be quite a serious wound for her.

As that wasn't enough, the small bell and sound of the front door opening with a woosh sound. Lifting his focus past where Sera laid and through the door to the shop, "somebody is here" whispered the massive Mandalorian surprisingly gently and got up. "Oi, anybody home?" Asked a voice out by the front desk.

Walking back to his helmet, grabbing it and went back to Sera. looking down at the wounded girl, placing his finger over his lips as a sign for her to be quiet. With that he put it helmet on and exited the workshop, closing the door after him, leaving only a small streak for Sera to look out of.

"I'm closed, come back vhen I'm open," told Njall, walking behind the desk. The man's eye widens a bit, seeing a mountain-sized Mandalorian standing in front of him, fully geared. "I know, but I'm looking for a girl, about 5'3-ish, in her twenties, black hair and wounded. I was hired by her parents to bring her home safely" explained the bounty hunter, showing a holographic image of Sera.

If Sera peeked out of the small streak between the door and the doorframe, she would lay her eyes directly on the bounty hunter who stabbed her and hired by the Hutt, once owning her as a slave. And Right now he was asking for her as if he was there to find her, bring her home to her "parents".

Njall glanced behind his cold metal helmet in the direction of the door where Sera laid without moving his head. Njall contemplated things as she looked at the image of the same person he had hidden in his workshop. On one hand, he could go drag the girl out, throw her by the feet of the bounty hunter and let her drag the bleeding creature out and never see her again. Or he could lie and tell the bounty hunter to kriff off and leave his shop.

What felt like a few minutes of silence as Njall stood, stoic as ever, "no. Never seen her before. Nov kriff off, I'm closed" told Njall, waiting for the bounty hunter to leave. The bounty hunter looked around the place, exploring it with his eyes and if Sera still looked through the small creak between the door and frame, his eyes suddenly felt on the door.

It was almost as if the bounty hunter knew exactly where she was from that moment on but did nothing as he took a short bow and left the shop with a smile. Njall stood a few minutes, waiting and listening, but nothing happened and he went over to the front door and locked it.

Going back to the door to the workshop and opened it, seeing if Sera still laid on the floor. If she was still laying there, he would kneel down, take off his helmet and look her straight in her eyes. "Vell?" Asked Njall, waiting for an answer. If she wasn't at the same place, he would look for her and ask the same question, unless she had left the workshop.

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[Sera Jex]

Out gunned, out massed, and not in any state to fight she knew that there was no way out especially as the armor of the hulking beast of a polanuk came into view. How could one walk in all of that? Though she saw that he lowered his blaster and in doing so noticed his armor. She was starting to develop a better eye for the armor and something was triggering a vague hint in her mind that this may have been Mandalorian. Though upon seeing him kneel down to her level she had lowered her blaster in kind, not that it would have likely done much.

Hearing his calm authoritative voice seemed to have stricken her silent as she tried to answer her question but her mouth just wouldn't move. Though when he observed the stab wound and ask if she was being tracked well she gave a silent slow nod. The word though that he used intrigued 'Ad'ika'. Never heard it before certainly wasn't huttese or even ubese, in fact it was a tongue she had never heard before.

Though it was but a cursory note as her mind focused more on the choice this Mando have set for her. She normally wouldn't trust him to have carried out his word but the calm voice seemed to have a nurturing, calming effect on her, along with the simple fact that one option meant she may get treated and the other could entail her bleeding out in some alleyway. There was but one answer she could utter but she was now fighting the fact that her throat had now tightened up. Thankfully or perhaps unfortunately a new presence entering the front of the shop created a brief lull for her as the Polanuk gave her the motion to stay quiet which she followed impeccably well.

She remained silent though as the Mandalorian exited and closed the door her curiosity ate at her and she found herself peaking through the smallest crack she could. One solitary dilated eye staring out seeing the bounty hunter in question. Her heart nearly stopping upon hearing the man read out her description and show her image. A long painful silence both from her wound and from the suspense of the moment left her on edge until She saw heard the Polanuk tell him to go kriff off which sent a rush of relief to her.

Though a moment time seemed to be freeze as she saw the hunter gaze at the door. Did he know? Should she move or would that just make it more obvious? She didn't know but the very second he turned away she slowly moved herself back her mind now on the door she entered as her eyes gazed back in wonder. Though then the Mandalorian Polanuk returned and she found the T-visor looking back before he kneeled and remove his helmet. She had to admit there something... comforting about the hulking polanuk, perhaps it was the fact he looked like he could rip apart anything with his bare hands, or that he too had also been given a chance to do the easy thing yet didn't.

"I... I sliced the lock on that door over there. I wasn't thinking I... just needed a place to hide out...

She answered the polanuk. Not quite sure how he would react.

@Raven_41

 

[Njallgard]

The Balinak listened to the girl's explanation quietly and rose from where he had kneeled, thinking things over. After a few seconds, he nods, seemingly agreeing with himself. With one swift motion, had Njall swept Sera up in his arms, carrying her with one hand around her back and another under her knees. Lifting Sera was no trouble for one as enormous as Njall and while he looked like he could crush Sera, he actually handled her very gently.

"Let's get you patchked up ad'ika" said Njallgard and carried Sera over to one of the tables, which he cleared and placed her on it. "Lift up your top" instructed the Balinak and turned around and walked over to a metal cabinet and pulled out a pressurized container, no bigger than a Sera's lower arm. If Sera hadn't lifted her top, revealing the stab wound, he would simply wait, until she would. "Nov, lay still. Still is going to sting for a bit" explained Njall, pointing the pointy but small nozzle a few inches from the wound and squeezed the handle that controlled the firing.

At first, it was cold, feeling the spray of bacta hitting the stab wound. But as the spray of bacta started to patch the wound a warm feeling of light burning spread around the wound. Placing the container back in the cabinet, he closed and locked it again, "zis is not a permanent solution ad'ika, you vould need proper medical care if you are to survive zat vound of yours" explained Njall. Grabbing his helmet, he went back to Sera, looking over the temporary closed off wound, "Unfortunately for you, no medical facility vizin zis district. At least, not for public use" explained the large Ursidae with his deep dark brown eyes resting on Sera.

"Vith zat said, you can't stay here, vith that Bounty Hunter out looking for you. I don't vant you to hide here and have him try and break in here" explained Njall calmly to Sera. "So, you can eizer stay on my ship, or try your luck ad'ika" continued Njall, giving Sera a choice. Why Njall was so helpful, was not completely clear to Njall himself actually. However, something inside of him feels compelled to help this girl out, even against his better judgment.

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