Kent
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Post by Kent on Mar 6, 2015 16:18:35 GMT -8
Kent recognized the Dr. he had helped her a few times before. This new man gained the most of her attention. There was something dark about him, something she didn't trust. It didn't look like anyone had noticed her yet. She stayed very still. Watching what happens next
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Caoimhin Shan
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Mar 6, 2015 16:27:07 GMT -8
Nar Shaddaa was the perfect place to hide. The perfect place to lose oneself amidst a crowd, to go unnoticed for weeks and months and years. And now that he knew that his search was not in vain, he could dedicate the time to actual research. That research had led him here, to the Smuggler's Moon, but he had no idea how he was going to proceed. He had no idea where to look, what with it being a perfect place to hide and all..
He couldn't help but feel a tad bit amused, despite the newly apparent situation. Of course he would find something else to do here to occupy his time. Who knew, perhaps he would get lucky in his search while he was at it.
He turned, his multicoloured eyes narrowing slightly as he surveyed the area around him, then started walking towards the source of the voice he had felt. He had no doubt that others had felt it as well, and he was fully aware that they would all feel him coming. It wasn't that he was particularly special: it was the fact that his bloodline was completely incapable of masking themselves from the Force. As such, he could feel everything.. But everyone else could feel him.
Times like this, he cursed that deficiency..
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Mar 6, 2015 16:42:51 GMT -8
Cuyan looked out on the sector from the higher point he had used his jetpack to reach. He opened a comm tuned to the man who had sent the earlier wave. He also brought up the en suite triangulation software in his helm, linking it to the comm frequency of Ambuscade. Barring any unfortunate technical mishaps, it would allow him to bounce the frequency off comm hardware around the sector and so determine the location of this bounty hunter, and perhaps by extension his quarry.
Ambuscade, this is Ha'rangir. I require a description of the mark. I am ready to receive a transmission of the dossier. Ha'rangir out.
He was curious why a known name like Ambuscade would be hunting a child, and it would behoove him to know why.
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Kent
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Post by Kent on Mar 6, 2015 16:47:07 GMT -8
Shapes were changing fast. New ones appearing. The call this girl sent out, others had clearly felt it too. This place was getting crowded fast, and the shape that had appeared at the top of the building across the was had to be able to see Kent. She knew she had to make her choice soon as to what she would do.
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Post by Darth Lura on Mar 6, 2015 17:00:30 GMT -8
"I am your safety. I am coming."
She hadn't expected such quick results. Hell, she hadn't expected any results at all. She could.. sense others around her. Some far away..
..and some much closer. Like the kind-sounding doctor approaching her from one end of the street, and the young girl who had managed to stay relatively quiet. The latter would have gone unnoticed were it not for the fact that Valerie was on hyper-alert. Part of her admired how quiet she had been, but that part of her was focused on other things right now.
<<I'm in the Refugee Sector..>>
That was all she had time to really say to the faraway voice before the doctor started speaking. He was offering food.. and shelter.. Her mouth started watering almost immediately. She so desperately wanted food. So desperately.. But then the other man rounded the corner, thanking the doctor for his assistance, and offering.. safety.
Food? Or safety?
She wasn't sure which one she wanted more. But she could sense definite power from the cloaked man, and he was telling her that they needed to move, and quickly..
She stood, glancing between the two, before taking a few steps towards the cloaked man, the one who knew her name. He seemed like the type who could protect her against her hunter..
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This is ...he nearly referred to himself as" Inquisitor" Aajax Draco. I'm interested in your...problem.
Excellent. An interested party. He moved his thumb to open his comm-..
Ambuscade, this is Ha'rangir. I require a description of the mark. I am ready to receive a transmission of the dossier. Ha'rangir out.
Make that two. He opened up the comm, his eyes narrowing as he peered down at the streets below. A few people were all heading in the same direction..
His eyes narrowed further. Patterns were not something to be ignored.
::I'm currently stationed on one of the highrises overlooking the Refugee Sector. The mark is a young girl, 12 years old, in grey plainclothes. Blonde hair, brown eyes. Mark is not armed except for her powers, and she seems to be riding a streak of luck the likes of which I've never seen before. There's some activity down below. I think she sent out a call to her Jedi friends. I will split the bounty with anyone who helps me incapacitate her. I want her alive, but her friends..:: He let that trail off meaningfully. ::Ambuscade out.::
He started pulling out his gear, checking his weapons, preparing to move out. Little Valerie was not going to make it through the night without being in his custody.. |
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 6, 2015 17:11:10 GMT -8
*Gavin only nodded to himself. Quickly he went to a small table that was built into a stand for weapons. First, the belt of knives. Strapping it around his waist, his body began to tense. It had been so long since he had been in such a situation. Unknown odds and enemies. It could turn out to be nothing, it could become a war. He had to be ready. Next came identical sabers that slipped into holsters on each leg, then two more sabers to his belt. a fifth saber was placed in a holster on the back of his belt. He grabbed his trench coat and put it on before grabbing a sabersatff and put it into his jacket. Finally, he grabbed Shintara, his large sword and placed it on his back. With everything in place, he made his way swiftly from the room and out of the ship.
Once outside, he began to move, keeping his focus upon the presence, letting it become his guide. With Force aided speed, he moved. Others were gathering quickly. The intentions were unknown as there were so many signatures of varying natures. Still, Valerie was his focus.
It wasn't long before he closed in on the location. Others had already joined. Stopping a distance away, he hung back in the shadows. It was what he was used too. He let his presence fade away, not sure if any were paying attention. Glancing around the corner, he saw Andor and Ronin, then as his eyes moved around the area, he noticed Kent, if only just barely. She, too, it seemed was trying to stay hidden. For now, he would wait and see where things went.*
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Kent
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Post by Kent on Mar 6, 2015 17:13:58 GMT -8
Kent could tell the Dr. and the man with a darkness about him hadn't noticed her. She was just close enough to the girl, Valerie it was, to whisper only something she could hear.
"Do not look at me whatever you do. I am Kent. I have been keeping an eye on you for a bit now. I know there is someone after you, I have seen him too. we have met before, kinda, i am the one that has been leaving food for you to find.. I think it is safe to say that you have attracted some attention, and here that is rarely a good thing. I think i can help you escape. If you are interested just nod.?"
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Mar 6, 2015 17:22:25 GMT -8
Jorek was definitely not attuned to the Force, and he surely did not have his communicator open to any channels that would have bounty hunters talking on them. So while a small crisis was starting to take place in the refugee sector of Nar Shaddaa he was none the wiser. The Republic star-fighter pilot was shuffling through the area with his head down, only managing to escape crashing due to the prompts from his astromech droid, Socket. Whenever it looked like Jorek was about to run into someone, or a wall, the droid would make a beeping noise causing Jorek to look up and correct himself. This routine was not something that they had come up with on the spot.. even people walking by could see that it was much too rehearsed. No, Jorek had a reputation among the Republic Fleet of being the biggest klutz in the fleet. Everyone gave him a very wide berth.. despite the fact that it hurt his feelings. He knew it wasn't just to make fun of him though, their fear was warranted. Jorek spilled some things, dropped others, may have almost caused a reactor meltdown on a Mon Calamari cruiser. It just happened! It wasn't all bad though, he also happened to have the reputation of an ace pilot. That was probably the only reason he still had a job to be honest. Multiple confirmed kills every battle, and that was against both Sith and Mandalorian forces. No one could explain why the young man who could barely walk straight without damaging himself or others.. managed to come out of every mission successfully.
Everyone questioned it, but no one could explain it. Well Jorek and Socket could.. the young pilot actually had a dark secret. Nothing supernatural or anything like that. No deals with Sith Lords in back alleyway. Although there was a lot of dark alleyway involved. Jorek had found out before becoming a pilot that he could calm his nerves and clumsiness through the usage of carsunum. Unfortunately carsunum is very illegal in the Republic and so he could never tell anyone and so he could only take the drug while in his starfighter cockpit. That meant he was an amazing pilot, but still a clumsy idiot on the ground. He was running low however and that was why he came here to Nar Shaddaa. There were always people holding here, and the refugee sector was a great place to arrange meetings. His dealer contacted him recently saying he had more for sale, and so Jorek had requested some time off, took out some credits from his savings, and made the trip here. This was routine, him and socket did this every so often and the trips were always smooth. I mean.. a random drug deal in the streets of Nar Shaddaa... what cold possibly go wrong this time??
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Aajax
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Post by Aajax on Mar 6, 2015 17:23:32 GMT -8
Aajax's eyes narrowed slightly. Jedi, the epitome of Xeno scum infecting the pure gene pool of humans and near-humans. Oh, the Sith were infected as well, many whom Aajax had even served under we're stricken with the organisms known as "Midichloreans", however...they, unlike their Jedi counterparts chose to take their curse, and to use it to gain incredible power and influence. The Jedi on the other hand, they whimpered in servitude to the mystical field of influence that the midichloreans allowed them to interact with.
Not culling this child would be the hard part of his day if Aajax did indeed find her. But, there was the promise of gratuitous violence that lingered in the Hunter's message. That would hopefully sate his appetite for Death.
He grabbed his roundshield, Falchion and other tools of extermination. Donned his helm and linked his read outs. The hunt was on!
He took a moment to link to one of the less-secured holo-cams that were meant to keep thieves away and patched the feed into his helm. There appeared to be a large crowd milling about, which was to be expected on the Smuggler's Moon. But his attention was drawn to a few figures which all had ducked into the same series of alleyways.
That is as good of a place to start looking as any. he said to himself as he dropped the feed and headed out, his falcon ion and shield slung over his back, but easily accessible at a moment's notice.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Mar 6, 2015 17:30:03 GMT -8
"Oh, come on!"
The young woman at Gavin Pol's trading post slammed her fist into the counter, looking annoyed. "You gave us twice as many credits the last time we were here, and this haul doesn't even have blaster scoring on it! It's practically pure ore, isn't that right, Leigh?"She gestured at the tall, hulking figure at her side. The figure, who was holding the sack of scrap the two had arrived with, nodded in the affirmative. "Although to be fair," she said, in a light, feminine voice just a little too tinny to be organic, "The last haul was larger, and laced with crystal detailing meant to detain Force sensitives."The young woman scowled, narrowing her eye at her partner. "You and your semantics. The fact is, Gavin's trying to play us dirty, and we can't go home with less than three month's worth of fuel. You know that..."The trader, an old Wookiee clearly going under a fake name, growled a long string of angry syllables at the pair. The young woman remained unmoved. "Yes, I know, you have kits to feed, yadda yadda yadda. Unless you're about to give us a fair price for hard-won salvage we'll just--"
<<Please.. Someone.. Anyone.. I need help.>>
She opened her eyes, scanning her surroundings again, just in case, then closed them again and continued.
<<I'm on Nar Shaddaa. My name is Valerie. I'm.. I'm under attack. Please.. help me.>>
Now she just had to wait.. and hope..
<<Hello? Where are you?>>
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Krayton Jantsk
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Post by Krayton Jantsk on Mar 6, 2015 17:58:29 GMT -8
Jantsk hated this place. Oh sure, he was used to slums and the downside of life -- dealing in illegalities forced that upon you, unless you were really good at your job, or very lucky. (he knew he wasn't lucky, and not many lived much beyond three years in his line of work, good or not.) He was here to meet his fence, sitting like a dumb-shit in the refugee sector of Nar Shaddaa. It was about the worst locale for a drop he could've imagined -- not that this was his choice, or that he had any say in the rendezvous. A guy was as likely to get knifed just for having a cigarette as for doing something nefarious. There was no getting around it though. The load of Adegan crystals he was carrying would net him five figures, after the fence's percentage. That was a good weeks' work.
He was waiting outside a boarded-up shop called 'Ace's Races' which was at one time a bookie's of some sort, though it had been abandoned for ages, the entire front of the building leaned as if putting its weight on its neighbor like a cane. This is where he had been told to wait. So he waited, and tried not to look too conspicuous. He sat on the curb, cigarette dangling out the corner of his mouth, and leaned back against a dumpster. The only positive thing he could think of right now was that his Scimitar-class drop-ship was only a block away. Make the drop, get paid, quick exit. That's all he wanted.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he peered through the dissipating vapors and caught sight of what he thought was movement on a roof opposite his location.
But he must have been seeing things, right?
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Post by Anven Firestar on Mar 6, 2015 17:59:55 GMT -8
<<Please.. Someone.. Anyone.. I need help.>>
<<I'm on Nar Shaddaa. My name is Valerie. I'm.. I'm under attack. Please.. help me.>>
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::There is a very large bounty on the capture of a young girl in the Refugee Sector of Nar Shaddaa. I am willing to share the bounty that has been offered me, in exchange for assistance bringing her in. Be warned: the little brat seems to have Jedi powers. Comm back to arrange a meeting. Ambuscade, out.::
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Mar 6, 2015 18:03:27 GMT -8
"What the hell..?" Malora pulled up short and threw out a hand, stopping Kol from rounding the corner. She peered around the side of the building, all caution and suspicion, examining the group gathered in the alley beyond. "This lane was clear, like, five minutes ago."
The smuggler was on high alert. She'd stopped on Nar Shaddaa to restock before heading to Myrkr, and to squeeze a few coordinates out of Kol, hoping the information broker had something that would help placate Grimo the Hutt when she went knocking on his door for help. But it had been a week since she, Mack, and Oz had hacked Galen's systems for Wade's location, and she was still half expecting a Jekk drove to drop out of nowhere and flay her alive.
This gathering, though… Any time you ran across a gathering in the shadows of the Refugee Sector, it was best to turn around and get the hell out before the shit hit the fan. Malora's comm was off, so she hadn't heard the broadwave announcement, and she wasn't a wizard, so there were no voices in her head. All in all, she hadn't a damn clue what was going on over there, but it looked a little shady. "Whatcha think, Kol?" Malora whispered conspiratorially at her friend. "Should we go around them? Join the party? …Light firecrackers and watch 'em scatter?"
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Kent
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Post by Kent on Mar 6, 2015 18:09:54 GMT -8
The numbers were growing, there would be no quite escape with Valerie. Plans would have to change, quickly one was forming in Kent's mind. There was defiantly some tension between some of the people gathered, and it was growing. Tension made a good disraction.
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Aajax
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Post by Aajax on Mar 6, 2015 18:19:57 GMT -8
Aajax turned the corner with just the slightest amount of caution, but he caught himself and dipped back into the shadows. He had nearly popped out into the area of the ONLY SPOTLIGHT IN NAR SHADDA.
Aajax took a second to adjust to the sudden light and realized that there were two figures before him, one female, and one he couldn't tell. Lucky for him, their backs were turned, he only hoped that his approach hadn't been so loud as to get their attention.
He was barely registering audio from the pair, it took a bit of work but wit the help of his helm's systems he was able to scrub out the background noise and hear just as the female asked her companion
::"Whatcha think Kol? Should we go around them? Join the party? ... Light firecrackers and watch 'me scatter?"::
Aajax smirked and pulled off his helm, reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a cigar. He lit it and drew long on it. Exhaling he spoke up, softly but with enough inflection to denote his seriousness
"Personally, I'd just go around... Unless there are credits to be had."
His voice was rough, gravelly... But refined, with a moderate Corucanti accent.
He drew on he cigar once again waiting for the inevitable jump and ready to protect himself if they scared easy into violence.
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Krayton Jantsk
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Post by Krayton Jantsk on Mar 6, 2015 18:21:33 GMT -8
No, he looked again, and then again. There was definitely movement on the roof up there, and now he caught sight of other people entering the area on the street too. See -- normally that wouldn't be a terrible thing, people on a street. But in this place, unless you had business to do, or carried a big stick, you stayed out of sight. More than a few scattered souls down here meant trouble. Only question was, whose trouble was it? He didn't move -- yet.
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Kol
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Post by Kol on Mar 6, 2015 18:32:30 GMT -8
Without taking his hands out of the pockets of his knee-length Tomuon-cloth coat, Kol leaned around the corner just enough to see the assembled persons and their assembled tension. Quite honestly, it looked like it was about to become a shooting gallery, which was why her comment about firecrackers was amusing enough to draw a smirk out of him. It really would be something to see them all scurrying for cover from a foe that didn't exist. It would also do wonders to break the ice.
When the voice sounded from behind them, he simply turned halfway around to regard the man over his shoulder, the motion seeming entirely unhurried and natural. "Perhaps our new friend here has a firecracker we can use." He turned back to the alley and briefly studied those inside. "Force knows they're all jumpy enough to scatter like zess flies."
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Mar 6, 2015 18:43:35 GMT -8
Jorek was still wandering the area looking for his contact. He liked the word contact, it sounded less... drug involved. His message that he he had received had given a general location, but nothing solid. Which was frustrating due to the fact that there were a lot of people in this sector. Everyone that was busy running for their lives ended up here at first. This was where you made your start on Nar Shaddaa, in the slums hoping your precious little was not stolen while you slept. Charming place. Really. In truth Jorek hated this part of his addiction and it made him want to quit more than anything else. He was a decorated Republic pilot, he should not be lurking through the streets of Nar Shaddaa looking to buy illicit substances. It was just something that he had to endure however... without the carsunum he was nothing. It was more likely that he would crash upon take off instead of getting out of the hanger if it wasn't for the drugs.
Socket beeps in its astromech language
"Hmm? Wh..what's that little g..guy? Oh! Y..you're right. He's over th..there!
As always, Socket was right. Jorek spied his dealer a short distance away and turned to walk inconspicuously towards him. Well.. as inconspicuously as someone with three left feet could manage. The man he came to meet was short, well dressed, and clean cut. Not the sort you would see peddling his wares in a Coruscant dive, but the type of man selling to senators. Jorek didn't know what circles he ran in, and he never asked. They both knew that if Jorek got too inquisitive then he would very quickly find himself out of a job and suffering through withdrawal.. So he kept his mouth shut, paid the man, and took the carsunum which was always pure and good quality.
"H..h..hello again. I g..got your message. I brought enough money this time..."
"Idiot boy.. you better have. We don't want another beating, ah 'incident,' now do we?
"N..nn..no sir. Just t..t..take it.
The supplier laughed in Jorek's face as he took the money, spat a few more harsh words, and took his leave. Jorek sighed in relief when the man rounded a corner. He didn't like him at all... run son-of-a-gundark. It didn't matter though. For all of his personality flaws he was consistent, and knew his trade. At least this time he didn't crack about what a "good, upstanding Republic pilot," he was. Nothing hurt more than that one.. Socket whistled morosely and Jorek motioned for him to follow. It was time they left before anything worse happened to them today...
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 6, 2015 18:43:55 GMT -8
*Ronin shook his head and replied in his calm collected manner*
"No im afraid I can't let you take her, she is my patient now and under my care."
*Ronin took several more steps forward and motioned for he young girl*
"Come with me child, this /sith/ is not someone you want to go with; he is dangerous."
*He knew sith rarely gave up something they wanted, many of these anger issue riddled teenage girls (as Ronin liked to call them) would throw a tantrum almost as badly as those bi polar jedi do. They were all nut jobs in his eyes. Not taking his eyes off the sith he continued on*
"We won't have issues will we? Whatever you want her for you know jedi are always nearby, the longer you're here the better the chance of them trashing everything around us to get to you..."
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Mar 6, 2015 18:54:10 GMT -8
Aajax turned the corner with just the slightest amount of caution, but he caught himself and dipped back into the shadows. He had nearly popped out into the area of the ONLY SPOTLIGHT IN NAR SHADDA.
Aajax took a second to adjust to the sudden light and realized that there were two figures before him, one female, and one he couldn't tell. Lucky for him, their backs were turned, he only hoped that his approach hadn't been so loud as to get their attention.
He was barely registering audio from the pair, it took a bit of work but wit the help of his helm's systems he was able to scrub out the background noise and hear just as the female asked her companion:: "Whatcha think Kol? Should we go around them? Join the party? ... Light firecrackers and watch 'me scatter?":: Aajax smirked and pulled off his helm, reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a cigar. He lit it and drew long on it. Exhaling he spoke up, softly but with enough inflection to denote his seriousness "Personally, I'd just go around... Unless there are credits to be had." His voice was rough, gravelly... But refined, with a moderate Corucanti accent.
He drew on he cigar once again waiting for the inevitable jump and ready to protect himself if they scared easy into violence. Without taking his hands out of the pockets of his knee-length Tomuon-cloth coat, Kol leaned around the corner just enough to see the assembled persons and their assembled tension. Quite honestly, it looked like it was about to become a shooting gallery, which was why her comment about firecrackers was amusing enough to draw a smirk out of him. It really would be something to see them all scurrying for cover from a foe that didn't exist. It would also do wonders to break the ice. When the voice sounded from behind them, he simply turned halfway around to regard the man over his shoulder, the motion seeming entirely unhurried and natural. "Perhaps our new friend here has a firecracker we can use." He turned back to the alley and briefly studied those inside. "Force knows they're all jumpy enough to scatter like zess flies." Ooo, credits. But...no, she had a job to do. Malora turned, hand near the holstered DL-44 at her hip just in case, and leaned against the building (instantly regretting it, eww, slimy unknown substance), giving the cigar smoker a solid up 'n down scan. She raised an eyebrow. "What are you, some kind of hunter?" She flashed a look at Kol, then at the scene 'round the corner before coming back to the mystery man. This was Nar Shaddaa. No one came here to make nice, and even if you sucked at people-reading, you could tell this guy had skills. Question was, what were they, and where would he use them. The trouble-maker narrowed her blue eyes at him. "You know what's going on over there? 'cause I'm just passin' through, and I'd love not to get dead…"
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