Ask Nar Shaddaa Whispers in the Dark: Blending In

Dusty Desperado

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When it came to being a Clawdite, Dusty was the best non-Clawdite for the job. Surprisingly enough despite how vibrant he normally dressed. He was already planetside when the call for a posse came through Jaxon's old gear. He looked around the bar as he strummed away on his xantha, patrons already drunk and dancing on the floor. He sent word through Jaxon's gear saying that one of his contacts would be at the bar to meet this "Jaron Reeves". All they would know was to look for the bard in the Lusty Roulette, the bar he currently played in. As far as any of the rangers coming to Nar Shadaa would know, Dusty and Jaxon were two very different people. He had some ideas on where to get speeders, some arms, hell he even had a twenty on the clothing. As Dusty, he had some pull on the moon, but a member of the Syndicate could definitely streamline the process.

There was no description sent of the contact, which is fine, he made sure he was more than easy enough to find. With his Peacemaker holstered to his hip and his rapier stored in the xantha case, he was ready for a fight if it came down to it. Hopefully, this job would go very well and without a hitch.

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Jaron Reeves

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Jaron looked at his wrist watch as he made his way through the streets of Nar Shaddaa. He knew he was being followed - probably by local security forces - but after a few quick turns, and a parkour trip up a fire escape, over a roof top, and down on a completely different street, the veteran mercenary had lost his tail. He wasn't too worried about it - if you weren't being followed on Nar Shaddaa, you weren't just unimportant, you were insignificant. The fact that he was being followed meant he was successfully digging himself deeper and deeper under cover in the Nar Shaddaa underworld.

A few minutes late he entered the bar he had been told through a message on his communicator to go to. His instructions were to memet with the bard that was supposed to be playing there. People were already dancing and drinking merrily. The noise, the writhing ocean of UV bathed bodies, was like a warm blanket to somebody whose survival depended on them blending in (while also successfully maintaining a certain image, as his expensive suit helped with).

He sat down at the bar, lit up a cigarette, and waved the bartender to bring him a drink. As he waited, he stared into his glass and focused on what little he knew of what needed done. A posse was supposed to come to Nar Shaddaa for a big operation. That was all he knew of their mission (he had requested this, in case his cover was blown, to prevent him from giving away his fellow rangers). But what he also knew was they needed weapons, clothes, intelligence, cover identities. Speeders too.

There was a local swoop gang that owed him a few favors, who would be able to help them with speeders. That part was not a problem. Clothes was an easy fix - they would shop around in the entertainment district for a while, make sure they got several different outfits for each ranger, and a few pawn shops for some low-vis tactical gear.

The weapons was the biggest problem. There was an organization that dealt in that, but Jaron had not had business with them before. Fortunately, one of his friends with Zaa Fenn had arranged for a meeting with a contact person within the group, that would be able to hook them up with the munitions they needed.

Hopefully between that and the contacts he had made in the underworld since he first went undercover, they would have all the bases covered.

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Dusty Desperado

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Dusty would continue playing through his set, a harem of faithful fans dancing on stage around him. He shot a few smiles, a few winks, and a few grins before he stopped for his break. You would have thought the man was a preacher at a mega church with out devoted his following was to him. "No no, ladies, gents. I can get my own drinks." he would then saunter of the stage, Xantha case in hand, as he made his way to the bar.

On the holo there was some finely dressed man with pointed ears. "You know what I want, Reggie." the tender gave him a non-committal grunt as he slid over some bluish silver glowing drink and he took a long sip from the glass as he refocused on the holo. "Hmmm wonder if he likes to switch hit?" he mused. "No matter, I flip so many men they call me the skillet." he said with a debonair laugh and a nudge to the finely dressed man beside him.

Dusty would turn from the holo with his back against the bar as he continued to sip his drink, several of the women (and men) of his following were dancing and calling him over and he just offered that sly grin before waving them off.

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Darmus was Jaron Reeves' handler and the architect of the entire investigation into the Eclipse and by association the Sith Order. He had arrived on Nar Shaddaa early because he... well, he hated not being able to micromanage stuff that were this essential. As he had been the go-between for the information exchange between Jaxon Clane and Jaron Reeves he knew where they were supposed to meet and how. He had known Jaxon Clane for two decades and he had never before used a "showman" disguise to meet with an undercover. Quite frankly, Darmus found it to be uncharacteristically arrogant of his friend.

He had come to Nar Shaddaa using four starlines and a bulk freighter for the flight into Hutt Space. The freighter made it possible to avoid the attention one got on a starliner or personal ship, because no one really paid attention to the old hand on a ship delivering scrap metal, and he managed to trade some clothes with an engineer roughly his size.

As such, when Darmus entered the Lusty Roulette he looked everything the low level engineer with oil stains covering both his tunic as the blaster on his hip. He had hidden his datapad underneath his jacket, not because people couldn't know he had one, but it just happened to be integral to his part in the investigation and the model was only on the market in the Core. Showing it would definitely ruin his local disguise. His typical spacer haircut (close-shave slightly uneven as if a crewman on a freighter did the job instead of a professional hairstylist) and the 7-day beard completed what he figured was his best disguise to date over his 30-year career.

He recognized Jaron and sat down at the bar next to him and a boastful artist. Looked at what Jaron was drinking and motioned for the bartender for the same, "Youthful crowd," he said over the rather loud music and the bartender grinned, "Don't see many old folks on nights where he plays!" The bartender was clearly a fan of the artist as he cast a loving glance into his direction. "I'm supposed to meet another 'old folk' here, bit older actually, supposed to play tonight?" Darmus replied as he tossed some credits on the bar in exchange for his drink. The bartender shook his head, "You're definitely the oldest here tonight and we only got the one headliner tonight."

Kriff. Jaxon Clane was a no-show.

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Dusty Desperado

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Now if there was something Dusty did know, it was that he harvested every last bit of information Jaxon Clane had on his person when he died. And at the tippy top of relationships was a man named Darmus, complete with a holo of the two after they became Rangers. And this was such a meeting that Dusty long dreaded. Other Rangers, he could maybe trick, but the man now at the bar was a different beast all together. Draining his glass, he would pat the shoulder of the man beside him and circle his way to the oldest man in the bar. "I hope your presence here doesn't mean your ghost flipped on us." he said quietly as he slid into a spot besides the old man.

As the bartender turned to help Dusty, the performer would grace him with a smile and a shooing wave. "You must be Darmus, Jaxon was expecting you for some time. And before you ask, I'm just his ear to the ground, he's been hunted since Tatooine. He told me to tell whoever showed up for the op, tomorrow sunrise, meet him in front of Lareesh's Diner."

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Jaron Reeves

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Jaron found the musician's flamboyance annoying, mostly because it drew attention to him by proximity. Without seeming so, he was tense, but he relaxed slightly when a familiar person came into the cantina to sit down next to him, Darmus, his handler within the Sector Rangers.

"You must be Darmus, Jaxon was expecting you for some time. And before you ask, I'm just his ear to the ground, he's been hunted since Tatooine. He told me to tell whoever showed up for the op, tomorrow sunrise, meet him in front of Lareesh's Diner."

Jaron listened in silence as the bard started talking to Darmus. Operating with limited insight, he could only assume that the bard was the contact. As he often did when trying not to participate in social contact he pulled out a tabacc cigarette, placing it in his mouth, and lit it up. The burning sensation in his lungs quited down the beating of his pulse in his own ears, and he felt his nerves calm down.

The constant tension was expected, a regular side effect for any undercover operative working side by side with people who would kill him at the bat of an eye if they found out he was actually a law enforcement agent.

He turned around on his bar stool, casually leaning back to use the bar as a back rest, eyeing the surroundings, the cantina and its guests, making sure nobody else was close enough to hear them talk. The flamboyance of the musician of course drew the attention of half the room, negating any attempts Jaron made to ensure a private conversation. He decided to leave it up to the reckless agent and his own handler to figure out.

Until they did, he was just an anonymous, slimy lowlife of the Nar Shaddaa underworld, getting a drink by himself, as he preferred it.

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