Nar Shaddaa (Above Orbit)
" Ateema doneha Te rosu. Doth chahse see kae an mee catau. Bu Yih Cartel nah doth han lohonka kae cahba see cahtana catau, phabeka, kacdy, ji muna bo, mo nem. Sonpa uba an panwa mee bidkana."
<<“Now entering Nar Shaddaa. Be mindful of yourself and your possessions. The Hutt Cartel will not be held responsible for any loss of personal belongings, credits, limbs, loved ones, or life. Thank you and enjoy your stay.”>>
The automated words droned over Drae’lath and Katrea, via loudspeakers as they sat amongst many forms of various sentient alien life. Drae’lath and Katrea huddled together in the very end of the shuttle; both were wrapped in their cloaks, but their hoods were left down, choosing not to draw attention to them, although the visible scarring and cybernetics were more than enough to render such attempts void to those either too curious for their safety or simply too stupid.
The shuttle landed and its occupants departed to their destinations. Drae’lath and Katrea walked on, each with an arm around the other, staying close. They headed through the docking port and into the open as they were presented with a full few of Nar Shaddaa. The two soon waited to be boarded into shuttle that directed people to the lower levels. Later on, after some time walking around in the lower levels, Katrea leaned into Drae’lath and whispered to him.
“We’re being followed.” They broke away from each other and sprinted in different directions.
Drae’lath sprinted past a group of aliens huddled near a fire. He slowed to a stop and scanned the area, trying to see if the one that was following them was after him or Katrea.
Drae’lath tapped his commlink and attempted to contact Katrea.
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Drae’lath stood after a brief moment, gazing at his assailant as he grew ever smaller. Having grown tired of him, Drae’lath now slightly panting, stepped towards the edge of the vehicle. He scanned for a safe area to drop to and in the process of doing so, he had noticed a disturbance having formed in the crowds below. The Sadowan witnessed Katrea giving chase to a cloaked figure. Drae’lath smiled at the sight of Katrea chasing the figure, gracefully traversing through the crowd of aliens.
He calmed his breath and thought of a way as to help her. Drae’lath walked towards the driver side of the transport. He soon became aware of his apparent lack of a sidearm as his once holstered DL-44 blaster pistol was no longer amongst his possessions.
“Damn it,” he said under his breath. Drae’lath had lost his weapon during the surprise attack by the raving lunatic. Seeing this as a minor issue, Drae’lath calmly, yet steadily walked to the handrail above the driver side door and lowered himself to the railing below. The Sorcerer’s appearance had seemed to startle the driver. Drae’lath channeled the Force into his flesh-and-blood arm and shattered the window with a single strike. He clutched the alien by its shirt collar and pointed towards Katrea, demanding that he drive the speeder down to a point far ahead of Katrea. Fearing the wrath of the scarred stranger, the frightened driver had complied.
The cargo speeder veered off the sky lanes and towards the streets below.
Katrea sprinted across the walkway, her eyes fixed on the fleeing figure whom had just crashed into another alien, revealing a Rodian male with a dark green skin tone. Much to the Rodian’s shock, Katrea had no trouble trying to effortlessly pass through. Onlookers gasped with surprise, with some others moving out of his and Katrea’s way. Off to the side was the approaching transport speeder, with Drae’lath holding on the railings, having sped past Katrea and the Rodian. Drae’lath jumped off and rolled into a kneeling position. As he did, he pulled his lightsaber and ignited it, much to the shock of the crowd.
Drae’lath rose up and intercepted the Rodian, holding him at saber point.
“Give up. Now.” He spoke with a menacing tone. The look in Drae’lath’s eyes spoke to the Rodian, telling him that the Human wasn’t one for bluffs.
Katrea caught up moments later, tackling the Rodian to the floor. As Katrea pulled out a pair of stun cuffs to restrain the Rodian, Drae’lath lowered his saber and scanned the area. He paused as a large number of onlookers stared at them. Drae’lath deactivated his saber, sheathing it onto his belt.
“Katrea, your pistol.” He spoke to his lover with a slight tone of embarrassment. While she held the Rodian’s cuffs with one hand, she drew her blaster and tossed it to Drae’lath. The crowd screamed and scattered away from the three as Drae’lath used the blaster and fired a pair of bolts into the sky.
“Speak, scum,” Katrea spoke with fierce hostility as she began to contort his arm.
The Rodian screamed, pleading for mercy. He groveled to Drae’lath but to no avail.
“ Mee hagwa setta huttese. Setta Basic? “ The Human replied with a soft, yet cold tone. The phrase was taken from a pamphlet he read on the way to Nar Shaddaa.
<<”I do not speak Huttese. Speak Basic?”>>
“Yes! Yes! I do,” the Rodian bellowed out.
Drae’lath said nothing as he raised his hand. Katrea relented her steely grip on the alien and relieved him of the torturous position.
“I will only say this once, so heed my words carefully. We are looking for two Twi’leks that were taken at blaster-point a day ago. What do you know of the incident?”
Drae’lath didn’t need to ask again, as the Rodian had feared Katrea, and so the alien spoke with haste. He spit out as much information as he could with each panting breath.
3 Months later
The next three months were a purposeful blur for the Sadowan and his lover. The information had led Drae’lath and Katrea on what seemed like a wild hunt through every part in the Undercity and in the Duros Sector. Some leads bore no truth to aid their mission, while others gave merely questions for the two to spend many a sleepless night in ponder.
The two were involved in a large number of unnecessary fights between gangsters that either wanted whatever was within their pockets or, for those lacking a measurable amount of intelligence, a few minutes alone with Katrea. Regardless of the reason, the outcome was the same: scores laid dead with countless more in fear.
Drae’lath saw how fustrated Katrea was becoming, as her past as an Imperial Agent drove her to achieve results. He knew that something or someone was needed to allow her to alleviate some of her aggression. The solution came in the form of a lowly gangster. He was simply in the wrong place at the right time; but wasn’t willing to part with the information, and that was enough for Drae’lath. After Katrea approached him, opening her coat and exposing a portion of her breast, she promised to indulge the man’s wildest fantasies for the information. The temptation alone was more than enough for the simple-minded thug to eagerly divulge what he knew. The two humans came to discover the location of the missing Twi’leks.
Being a man of his word, Drae’lath stepped away to contact Tasha’Vel. He leaned on a nearby railing, having pulled both a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket. He ignited a flame and lit the cigarette, taking a long and much needed drag. Drae’lath calmly exhaled the smoke as high-pitched screams began to ring out.
Katrea seems to be enjoying herself. Good. Drae’lath thought to himself.
The Journeymen tapped his wristlink and contacted Tasha’Vel, taking yet another drag.