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It was a dark day. Well, it always was on Nar Shaddaa, especially if one was not part of the spectacle that was the Hutt Cartel. The neon lights in shapes of signs and billboards gave no comfort. Instead they served as a reminder of how deep in the mud you were for them to be the only light. Naas had just landed on the moon a few hours ago, chasing a bounty through space only to lose track of it. He had nowhere to go but back to the start. Back to the place were a bounty was more common than a Sith on Ord Mantell. The trick was to not get caught up with the hutts in the process. He needed bounties tied to no faction, or work given to him from some spacer with too much credits. So he went to places where they might be. The credits and the work. It usually stood between two places - cantinas or the space port. If he dared he would have snatched the work from right under the Cartel's nose, but he knew better. For this hunt, he choose the space port. At least for the time being. Space ports reminded him of his mother and how easily, he thought, she found work there. Although, their work was very different.
Naas wore his armour and put on his helmet, entering the space port. His own ship was docked elsewhere. For some reason, still unknown to him, it seemed impossible to dock at the largest port, the main space port. He figured it had something to do with him not working for someone or having anything to say other than: "Hi, I'm here looking to steal some bounties, or find bounties for us hunters outside of the Cartel." And since the Hutts ruled their own moon, what could he do?
The space port was bustling with people. Mostly common looking spacers since smugglers docked, like him, elsewhere. But from shady corners he saw creatures with too many dents in their armour to be considered good. He had seen thugs like them on Ord Mantell, but he reckoned these were of a different level. Naas moved on, looking from left to right. What he needed was a spacer, or perhaps a thug, unable to kill their rival themselves. If he approached someone looking stronger than him he might find his own name on a bounty.
Angry voices caught Naas's attention. Standing with their cargo loaded against the wall were two spacers. He moved closer. A fight could end in two ways. Either it turned out to be nothing, or it turned into something. He would gladly offer to beat the other up, or chase the problem they argued about. Once he had acquired a bounty from a fight between two smugglers, apparently a third had bailed on them and stolen their cargo in the process.
When Naas got close enough to hear what they said, he slowed down. If he jumped them too soon without knowing what it was all about, he could put himself in an unwanted situation.
"You can move your cargo elsewhere," one said.
"I was told to meet them here, you can either accept that or move yourself," the other spouted.
"I said, Move!"
A familiar urge rested in Naas belly. Or was it his heart? The feeling grew from his chest and spread throughout his whole body. With just a flick of his hand he probably could knock over a crate and make it look like the other spacer did it. Just a simple wave. If anyone saw him it would appear as if he was just waving to someone, or whisking away a bug. And if they got really mad at each other his entrance would be much easier. Naas raised his hand. His whole body shook. It had been a long time since he tried using the Force knowingly. He hated it. He was terrified to use it. But, he saw an opportunity. Naas took a deep breath, pressed his eyes together, and lowered his hand. I won't use it. I can't use it. I don't have it. No...
Naas glared at the spacers. Angry with himself. Angry that he even thought of the idea to use the Force. All he had to do was wait for the right moment. Intercept. And hope they wanted to hire him to take care of the other.
Naas wore his armour and put on his helmet, entering the space port. His own ship was docked elsewhere. For some reason, still unknown to him, it seemed impossible to dock at the largest port, the main space port. He figured it had something to do with him not working for someone or having anything to say other than: "Hi, I'm here looking to steal some bounties, or find bounties for us hunters outside of the Cartel." And since the Hutts ruled their own moon, what could he do?
The space port was bustling with people. Mostly common looking spacers since smugglers docked, like him, elsewhere. But from shady corners he saw creatures with too many dents in their armour to be considered good. He had seen thugs like them on Ord Mantell, but he reckoned these were of a different level. Naas moved on, looking from left to right. What he needed was a spacer, or perhaps a thug, unable to kill their rival themselves. If he approached someone looking stronger than him he might find his own name on a bounty.
Angry voices caught Naas's attention. Standing with their cargo loaded against the wall were two spacers. He moved closer. A fight could end in two ways. Either it turned out to be nothing, or it turned into something. He would gladly offer to beat the other up, or chase the problem they argued about. Once he had acquired a bounty from a fight between two smugglers, apparently a third had bailed on them and stolen their cargo in the process.
When Naas got close enough to hear what they said, he slowed down. If he jumped them too soon without knowing what it was all about, he could put himself in an unwanted situation.
"You can move your cargo elsewhere," one said.
"I was told to meet them here, you can either accept that or move yourself," the other spouted.
"I said, Move!"
A familiar urge rested in Naas belly. Or was it his heart? The feeling grew from his chest and spread throughout his whole body. With just a flick of his hand he probably could knock over a crate and make it look like the other spacer did it. Just a simple wave. If anyone saw him it would appear as if he was just waving to someone, or whisking away a bug. And if they got really mad at each other his entrance would be much easier. Naas raised his hand. His whole body shook. It had been a long time since he tried using the Force knowingly. He hated it. He was terrified to use it. But, he saw an opportunity. Naas took a deep breath, pressed his eyes together, and lowered his hand. I won't use it. I can't use it. I don't have it. No...
Naas glared at the spacers. Angry with himself. Angry that he even thought of the idea to use the Force. All he had to do was wait for the right moment. Intercept. And hope they wanted to hire him to take care of the other.