Open Nar Shaddaa Who Meds The Medic?

[Ninma Calma]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Tags: (Open to anyone)

Ninma had never been to Nar Shaddaa before. Perhaps that had been their first folly. Regardless, they were attempting to find employment in the medical field, and after listening to a very informative droid at the space port, they were convinced the lower levels would be the place to go.

So, that had been their intended destination. Unfortunately, Ninma had no idea where the lower levels were, or what the lower levels entailed. Like, at all. They walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa for perhaps a bit too long, looking to signs that they could just narrowly read, and receiving no shortage of strange calls from the locals.

Needless to say, it was not a pleasant time. When one has a bag, that leads others to assume that said bag has something of value. Even if the inverse is in fact true, the unknown still makes for a tempting target.

So, it should have not have been a surprise, when a pair of hoodlums took interest in Ninma.

So, now, one mugging later, they walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa, without their bag, and utterly lost as where to go next. Running their hand against a slowly swelling cheek, they pressed on.

Nar Shaddaa was far...uglier than they would have thought. Ninma was frankly disappointed.

 

[Agito]

Agito had been to Nar Shaddaa... once.

It was supposed to be a once in a lifetime, absolutely shitty, I won't go there again kind of thing but here he was, STALKING the seedy streets with a mildly annoyed look on his face. He was just here to drop off stuff for some suspicious-looking hoodlum who hired him to move stuff (as per usual), and was minding his own damn business heading back to the spaceport when a pair of hoodlums bumped into him. They were talking about a successful mugging, jeering and hooting about the fact that one of them managed to land a hit on their victim-

-and before Agito could do anything other than apologize even if he wasn't the one who bumped into them, the pair had blended into the crowds and disappeared from his view.

Brushing imaginary specks of dirt off of his shoulder, the dark-haired male continued on his way. He walked, walked, and walked some more, growing increasingly absent-minded about his surroundings as the thugs' words played in his mind on repeat. Whoever they stole from must be feeling rather down right now. A thoughtful frown crossed his face, taking another half a step forward before hurriedly turning back and-

"Oof."

He bumped straight into another person. Typical.

Red gaze settled upon the person, taking in the look on their face, but more so their slowly swelling cheek.

"Sorry, didn't mean to bump into ya," he apologized sincerely. Then, unable to help himself, he asked, "Ya alright? Lost?"

@Alleria

 

[Khlan Gonk]

A blaster shot rang out. A few people screamed. A crowd of people were being shoved as several cybernetic humanoids tried to make their way through. Khlan broke through the crowd ahead of them, his small size finally proving useful in weaving through the pedestrians.

“Kriffing son-of-a-bantha!” Khlan swore as he broke into a mad dash. The Gank Killers behind him continued to pursue.

Another blaster shot rang out. Khlan winced as superheated energy missed his head by inches and hit a wall. These Ganks wanted Khlan dead, and for once in his life, Khlan wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because he was a gank like them but was part of no known clan. Perhaps his home-made cybernetics insulted them. Or perhaps him asking the ganks about family data was a grave insult. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter. Khlan simply had to get to safety.

After some more running, Khlan collided with a pair of youths, knocking one of them down. The two insulted the gank to his face, annoyed at how the alien couldn’t be bothered with where he was going. Ignoring them, Khlan grabbed the bag the youths had dropped and chucked it with all his might at the pursuing Gank Killers. Not bothering to see if the projectile landed, Khlan turned and continued running, almost trampling the youth he knocked down.

“Out of the way nerf-kissers!” Khlan hissed as he continued.

A sharp turn around a corner. Another crowd to push through. Khlan’s ears thumped with thundering heart beats. His vision began to blur. He couldn’t keep this up much further. He needed to find a place to hide. Perhaps across this street there was alley that he could…

Khlan’s robotic leg slipped on a loose stone. The small Gank stumbled forward, unable to stop himself. Two beings had just collided with each other, and were about to be met with the sudden arrival of a third. No matter what happened earlier, their day was about to get worse.

@Alleria @marshland

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

A short distance behind Khlan and Trodai was running after him, trying to catch up but his considerable frame made it difficult. This time though he was smart enough to wear a mask in public and conceal his features as best he could. He saw the bag fly by and one of the Gank Killers square in the jaw.

It almost got a chuckle even as two youths shouted at his ally.

He did not quite know yet why they were being pursued, He had hoped the trip would be relatively peaceful and they might avoid a confrontation, but to seemed someone wanted them both dead for some reason or other. Another angry client perhaps from their shared past life? No matter, it looked like he would be needed again. To be honest he was growing increasingly agitated at having to help him all the time.

He was a Sith, and so he thought Khlan should start acting like it. And use his gifts to his advantage to take out such threats himself, he wasn't always going to be there to save his hide. Seeing him still being pursued, Trodai applied his own gifts.

Focusing he pulled at the string within the Force and yanked at one of the Gank Killers to try and impale him once he accomplished the feat.

Spoiler

D20: 9

He was only partially successful. Pulling the Gank Killer, his enemy was pulled back but hit a food stall and got caught up, forcing Trofdai to approach instead by foot and stab him in the guts instead of letting him fall into his sword. The body slumped against a waste bin, Trodai picked it up and dumped it into a bigger bin for bigger bits of rubbish, closing the lid and concealing his deed.

Hopefully it wouldn't be found until hours later.

He continued pursuit, only to see Khlan had collided with a vaguely familiar face. A medic, the very same he had seen in his drunken state a weekend prior aboard the Lady Of Mindor, during which some details were hazy but he did recall killing a few people. Well deserved he had thought at the time. It almost made him laugh, he hadn't expected to see her so soon yet again. But he didn't have time right now to talk, not when there remained at least another three Ganks all shooting at him and Khlan.

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[Zosha]

Why was he even here? Uncertain. Ship-wrecked? Definitely. Will of the Force? Most likely. Happy about it? Definitely not. The Miraluka was a lot of things: Jedi, gardener, calm. What he wasn't was eager to run into as many people as possible in this...Force-forsake place. Yea, that's a nice way of putting it. As another bumped into him, their force presence flickering before blending in with everyone else, he felt a headache coming on.

There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no-

"Oh for kriff's sake, watch where you're going! Blindman walking here," he griped without the heat he wanted to give as he moved through the crowd. "Where are taking me?" He mumbled. He hated when the Force lacked answers and only provided urges. It left him feeling more than confused and highly uncertain that there wasn't danger. In fact, that itch under his skin had his fingers trailing along the hilt of his lightsaber in preperation.

"There is no ignorance, there is only knowledge," he said though it sounded like a gripe aimed at the force rather than his peaceful mantra it should have been. Zosha was ready to turn around and leave. Forget the Force's urgings, forget that he needed to be somewhere, this left him unnerved. There was darkness here. Darkness that kept growing and growing.

It wasn't until the crowd cleared enough for him to see three...no four signatures within the Force that made him realize why he was being pulled this way. Two neutral and two..Sith.

"Really?" He muttered upwards to the Force. "You do want me to die, huh?" He continues sarcastically before moving closer to the group, giving the Sith a wide berth as he focused on the other two and walked up.

Spoiler: OOC

Why not have a little fun with a snarky Jedi, eh? XD What could go wrong?

 

[Kotii Solus]

Spoiler: Music

It had been a long time since Kotii had taken on a bounty hunting job. It had been even longer since he was last on Nar Shaddaa. He was far from happy being in Hutt space and if they knew he was here then he believed the feeling would be mutual. However the Mandalorian was lucky to not have bounty on his own head given his history with the criminal empire.

Wearing a different set of armor and appearing as a mercenary stranger to most, the Hunter descended the levels of the Smuggler's Moon. Nobody would recognize him except perhaps other Mandalorians that had witnessed him since beginning his path of redemption.

An abnormal hubbub drew Black Hand's attention over the railing of the catwalk he was on. He looked down to see just who he had tracked to this sector of the planet. The events that had transpired on the Lady of Mindor were known to Kotii. He had heard the eyewitness reports and public broadcasts covering the killings. There were a few suspects at large and with bounties on their heads now making it Black Hand’s business.

Three things drew the Hunter’s attention towards the masked individual. Firstly they were armed with the same weaponry used against those in the club. Furthermore their attire, aside from their face, matched the outfit of Suspect Two. Lastly they fit the approximate size and build of his target.

Even with all of these things pointing towards the individual being the badger’s bounty, he was not going to take any chances. The man had already set his blasters to stun. But his blaster carbine had a concussion rocket tube on its side. Two replacements for the launcher were on his belt and were better suited for taking prey alive than lethal grenades. If Kotii was wrong and this was not Suspect Two then it would also be better than murdering them.

Kotii watched the mysterious potential suspect who was already being chased by a group of individuals along with at least one companion. The Mandalorian tapped controls on his wrist and took to the air, his jetpack was easily drowned out by the airspeeder traffic he was clever enough to avoid. Remaining near high balconies and overhead, the bounty hunter dropped onto the parapet of a building's roof and would continue to follow the group of suspects at a distance. Black Hand was on the hunt.

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