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- James Steel
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- Aug 1, 2021
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Though a lone droid certainly wasn't commonplace among the nightlife of Nar Shaddaa, no one knew Soto was a droid. He had managed to cleverly disguise himself by wearing gloves, boots, and a dark cloak. The only visible aspect of the droid's body was his glowing yellow eyes, ones that could be mistaken for a sith's at first glance. Thanks to his master giving him some room to roam free, Soto could begin his path to becoming a true sith lord.
While Nar Shaddaa wasn't exactly a darkside nexus, there were plenty of criminals who could supply him with what he needed. In this particular instance, he would find himself searching for someone selling lightsaber parts. The droid already possessed a training saber, but it's capabilities were... Less than lethal. Finding someone who could either get him a new weapon, or improve his own, was the objective of his mission on the syndicate world.
Soto sat at the bar of a rough cantina near the planet's most bustling city center. The establishment was known as the "Rancid Rancor", and was filled to the brim with patrons. Everyone but the droid had a drink in front of them. Though the people around him were celebrating, the budding sith had come here on business. Rumors told about an illegal arms dealer who occasionally frequented the establishment. It was supposedly a run-away chiss from the far reaches of the galaxy, imagine that...
Deciding to try and 'blend in' Soto would give the bartender a wave "One round please."
While Nar Shaddaa wasn't exactly a darkside nexus, there were plenty of criminals who could supply him with what he needed. In this particular instance, he would find himself searching for someone selling lightsaber parts. The droid already possessed a training saber, but it's capabilities were... Less than lethal. Finding someone who could either get him a new weapon, or improve his own, was the objective of his mission on the syndicate world.
Soto sat at the bar of a rough cantina near the planet's most bustling city center. The establishment was known as the "Rancid Rancor", and was filled to the brim with patrons. Everyone but the droid had a drink in front of them. Though the people around him were celebrating, the budding sith had come here on business. Rumors told about an illegal arms dealer who occasionally frequented the establishment. It was supposedly a run-away chiss from the far reaches of the galaxy, imagine that...
Deciding to try and 'blend in' Soto would give the bartender a wave "One round please."