Star Wars - Vertical City Secret (Invite only)

[Faclan]

For now going to keep this invite only, sawry other Star Wars fans.

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Tags: LaxKnight for now.

Smuggler's Moon, Hutta's Jewel, Vertical City, Nar Shaddaa. 1500 Hours
Round the same time as the Adoris Conspiracy.
People and danger evvrywhere!

Attention....Agent;

Lets get this out of the way first of all I didn't want you on this project. I say this because even though I didn't want you to be here I have control over your payment and support, so you best do well or I have the power to just leave you to the criminals. Though knowing your kind you'll start a little criminal empire and rule through fear and intimidation. Disgusting.

It should come as no surprise, especially to you, that crime and corruption is all over Nar Shadda - and some of it more dangerous than others. One of our listening posts in the Red Light district was recently raided and a lot of data stolen. You are going to find out who did, why, get back any data you can, and punish them as you see fit. If it was the CIS then we need someone preferably deeply involved in it to interrogate. Otherwise you have free reign as you...requested.

You may be getting support in this but assume that you'l be on your own and have to make allies yourself down there and do what is needed to find out the issue yourself.

Get it done,
Ason Tei'Pax, SIS Mid Rim Overseer.

A down payment was the only then given to the Mandalorian to arrange passage besides the location of the safe house. Such a great time to be employed by the Republic.

[LaxKnight]

Viv Kar’ta
Mandalorian Gun-For-Hire
Vertical City, Nar Shaddaa. 1505 Hours
On Way to Investigate

Viv read the message as it scrolled through her HUD. She didn’t need her abilities to feel the sarcasm and disgust oozing through the words. She wasn’t sure if it was because he read “Birthworld: Nar Shaddaa” or that it was because she was a Mandalorian. No wonder the Seps left if this is how these aruetiise(foreigners, outsiders, traitors) treat their clients, she thought. She had no love for the Republic, it was no secret that any real Mandalorian would. Some Mandalorians even fight with the Separatists so the Overseer's threat, while rude and unnecessary, was very real. However, lucky for the Republic, she had vested interest in the War. It certainly wasn't the money, apparent by the ‘advance’ she received, or the service. It was the Clone Troopers, brothers she raised and grew up with. She fought for them and that's why she tried to put herself in a position to help them out.

Her mind briefly wondered why she wasn't wanted and why that changed. Her thoughts wrestled as her eyes drifted to the window. The skyscrapers so high that the ground wasn't visible, the many lights and speeders clouding the atmosphere, and the hundreds of people clogging the walkways earn it the name Little Coruscant. However while Coruscant is the seat of power for the galaxy, Nar Shaddaa represents the galaxy's vice. While called Hutta’s Jewel, one only needed to barely scratch the surface to find the festering filth within. Ran by the Hutts, the Overseer wasn't exaggerating about how dangerous it was, something she experienced personally. There is no law here in the Smuggler's Moon except what a being sets for themselves and the whims of its Hutt overlords.

The gangs and lawlessness produced an environment where crime was law. While only a moon it still carried a huge diversity of people where the only conspicuous being was one in a uniform. Bad for governments but excellent for a Mandalorian. Viv's earliest memories were of this place and it was where her life changed. It was a common destination so it was unsurprisingly that she kept ending up back here over the course of her life. She knew her way around for the most part and even in this day in age few people were bold enough to mess with a Mandalorian. The thought made her smile.

“Here’s the stop.”

Viv paid her fare and got out onto the street. Now to business. She closed the message and uploaded the coordinates to her minimap where she followed the path to her destination. She noticed that she had a little bit of a berth around her which invited a smile to touch her lips. If her armor wasn’t sealed that would be a different story. When she got to the area of the listening post she kept going a little bit then walked around a bit trying to see any tails or spot any look outs to see if any aru’ese(enemies) were still in the area. They could be cleaning out the area or setting a trap for more agents though they wouldn’t be expecting her. Or she hoped anyway.

[BetaWülf]

Dresk, Trandoshan Bounty Hunter/Smuggler
Nar Shadda, Smuggler's Moon
Following the Hunting Trail

Dresk knew Nar Shadda surprisingly poorly despite being on the shadier side of the Republics many lists. Cry babies, the whole lot of them. They were restrictive and cruel, they knew nothing yet all too much about the Trandoshans suffering under the 'care' of the Wookies through Senatorial representation; if you could even call it that. Trandoshans would have their revenge one day though, despite their best efforts the Hunt could not be stopped by the mere Republic.

And right now, Dresk was hunting for a Saboteur of Republic things. He hated the Republic, sure, but he didn't hate their money. And this was going to be easy, albeit dangerous, money. Or so he was expecting it to be. His job? Hunt down the Saboteur, get back any data possible, and punish the wretch properly.

Dresk hoped nobody else was hired for the job, that always complicated matters for everyone. Most other Bounty Hunters were entirely unreasonable and unwilling to share a contract. Alas, Dresk had wanted to start working jointly with others, but they were mostly too greedy. He was more about getting the job done and pleasing the Score Keeper.

As he traversed the busy streets he noticed an unusual thing. A Mandalorian, a female mammal judging by the figure. Mandalorians weren't your everyday ordinary people, and they certainly didn't wander the streets of a crime ridden city for no reason either. Interesting. Dresk followed in her wake in the edge of the crowd, harder to spot but not impossible. He slipped further and further into the crowd, eventually slip out of it on the opposite side of the Mandalorian.

Like many Trandoshans, Dresk didn't wear gloves or footwear. And for a very good reason. The Trandoshan Bounty Hunter leapt into the air, grabbing onto the railing on the side of a building. He nimbly scaled the structure until he was well above eye-level which gave him an excellent vantage point to observe from. It seemed the Mandalorian had beat him to the Listening Post....

[Faclan]

Nar Shaddaa, Red Light Distric.
Round the former Pub listening post.
Wana buy some Deathsticks?

The listening post itself used to be just nestled in the side of the wall, hidden behind a fake wall. But right now that wall was completly removed, it almost looked like it had been done from the inside, and set down on the ground in front of the hole. But either this had happened some time ago or the new residents were quick to set up shop as the fallen wall was now carpeted and several individuals were inside the former listening post. Hard to tell what was going on without going to the front itself but it didn't sound like violence was happening inside. And a few people were entering and exiting without seemingly a care.

Though a good few people were distracted by the climbing Trandoshan as they muttered back and fourth to each other - some even taking pictures or video of the lizard. But no police presence as was to be expected as the citizens or visitors to the Red Light district either avoided the Mandalorian, gawked at the Trandoshan, went in and out of the post, or just kept walking not trying to make eye contact.

A Duros however was the next to exit the listening post, followed by another that was almost the exact double of the first. And both of them made a beeline for both the Mandalorian and lizard. And once beside or under each they would mutter; 'Your order of Deathsticks' before shoving or throwing a Deathstick pack into the arms of each before skittering away. Inside the pack would be Deathsticks for sure but also written on the inside of the lid would be the following.

L Post Elevator, 257704 Red Pub


(Should you two enter the Listening post, after introductions or stabbing each other or whatever - you would find it now looks like a low class Cantina and probable drug den, a few doors around the walls and a prominent elevator in the back left corner.)

[LaxKnight]

Viv Kar’ta
Mandalorian Gun-For-Hire
Vertical City, Nar Shaddaa.
Trap?

While trying to catch tails and lookouts, Viv took the time to observe the post. Or what used to be the post. When she thought of listening posts, she thought of a secret room with agents and spies giving reports to their superiors or briefing for their next mission. What she saw was people regularly going in and out. Normal people who didn’t seem to have a care. She looked at the people and she didn’t feel any fear or paranoia from them. Could this perhaps be a front? Or maybe these were opportunists who saw an empty building and decided to do something with it. Could it be the same people who ransacked the listening post? Only going inside will she get her answers.

It was then that Viv saw noticed the two Duros at the exit of the listening post. While no one could see where her eyes were gazing, the movement of her head gave her away and the moment they saw they got made they ran, one of them toward her and the other in the direction of a Trandoshan she didn’t particularly care for. She braced herself, ready for a fight, when the Duros shoved a package in her hands, said something about Deathsticks, and dashed off. She held it for a moment and determined that it wasn’t a bomb. She opened the package and found a note.

L Post Elevator, 257704 Red Pub

This caused her to frown. This meant that they knew who she was and who she was working for. Either if this was a trap or they simply failed to inform her, it was still a bad sign. She took a picture with her helmet then crumpled the note in her pocket as she made way to her destination. The inside was a dim, almost making her HUD have to compensate with night vision. This was a bustling cantina filled with all manner of patrons, though many of them were on the shadier side from the paranoia she picked up. There was a bar, several booths around the walls, a few doors, and an elevator. She decided to head to the elevator which hopefully led to the answers she sought. Once she made it unopposed she checked to see if she can open it and, if so, look for a keypad. These numbers were most likely a password to get to the actual listening post. After all, they can't just let anyone walk into Republic's spy network

[BetaWülf]

Dresk, Trandoshan Bounty Hunter/Smuggler
Nar Shadda, Smuggler's Moon
So much for stealth....

Dresk didn't have much time to react or examine the listening post, if you could call it that anymore, before a Duros threw a deathstick pack up at him. He caught the pack with one hand, then looked at the listening post, though it seemed more like a business now. He dropped from his position down to the street below, then carefully examined the deathsticks

"L Post Elevator, 257704 Red Pub" was written inside its lid.

He watched the Mandalorian regard what he thought to be a similar note as the one in his own hand, before she proceeded into the establishment. Dresk followed, though at a fair distance. It was dark inside, luckily his reptilian eyes could compensate, though it took a moment for them to adjust properly. He strode inside, showing his confidence and dominant attitude. He nodded to a pair of fellow Trandoshans at the bar of this apparent cantina.

He casually trailed the Mandalorian, stopping long enough to get a drink. He was honestly surprised they carried non-alcoholic drinks, as he got himself a fizzy orange beverage with a small umbrella in it. He watched the Mandalorian, hoping his comparatively peculiar eyes would make it difficult for her to tell where he was actually looking. He wondered what she was up to....

[Faclan]

(Sorry for the wait LaxKnight and BetaWülf )

Nar Shaddaa, Red Light Distric.
Round the former Pub listening post.
Such characters in this district.

As the Mandalorian tossed the crumpled Deathstick pack aside one of the denizens of the Redlight district was quick to pick it up. How kind of them all to not want to litter in their district! Nevermind the fact that he(?) started to shove the mangled sticks into his mouth it was good community service!

The other two Trandoshans inside the Cantina nodded respectively to Dresk as he nodded at them, each of them with a short carbine over their backs and a selection of knives on their belts. One of them, to Dresk, didn't look so good but seemed to be putting on a tough face for the other Patrons so they couldn't see past the scaliey exterior. They both watched him take the fizzy orange beverage but probably unlike what most of the patrons would suspect of the tall murder lizards they just nodded at him again, the sickly one hissing out a few words in Dosh for Dresk.

"Ssmart, the sswill here getss to you quick - what bringss you here? Huntss?"

The Mandalorian meanwhile would see that the inebriated or 'strung out' patrons of the bar were looking at her oddly, muttering about 'shiny weird girl' in varying levels of coherence. While those that still had hold of their faculties, even those with tattoos and openly worn pistols, likely gang members, just glanced at her before averting her eyes. At least she wasn't being hassled. Which was good for her as the elevator opened without any issue and she was able to examine the keypad in detail. It was a surprisingly clean 1-9 with a 0 Galactic Basic keypad with a simple key above it listening the twenty floors this connected too. It was clear from the condition of the bar and key that this was not normally owned by the now bar and likely belonged to one of the other floors. The indicator of what floor the elevator was on now slowly flipping between the ninth and tenth floors, according to the key "Wazoks Imporium" and "Quick eats 4 you!".

The Mandalorian would however also likely notice that one of the tattooed gang members was heading her way, a Devaronian, in a cocky manner. One hand on a blaster at his hip and the other holding a drink that seemed to be being extended toward Viv.

(Should the code be inputted, distractions not withstanding, a tiny alphabet panel will come out of the elevator wall under the keypad)