Around town (Kara)

[tomcat]

Kara exited the casino and walked out into the sunshine and breeze. She set her sights on finding shipyards and chop shops... well repair shops, but hopefully ones with additional services. She wandered through the streets of Cloud City and made more than a few stops.

At the top of the city, was the higher end shipyards along with military based vehicles. The Corellian was certain that with the right amount of money, anything she needed could be done at these yards. Only probelm was, they had limited resources and so she knew she'd have to keep looking.

Following her nose, Kara found herself deeper in the city along the outer perimeters where huge landing pads and docks extended from Cloud City's main body. Within the labrynth of streets and maintenance corridors, she knew she had found where she needed to be. Entering what appeared to be a repair shop and junkyard, she moved through the rows and piles of refuse until she came to a small work shed. Inside stood an enormous bellied Trandoshan with an equally large head. The rest of the creature seemed mismatched with thin arms and legs. It was wearing goggles and a heavy leather apron as it used an acetylene torch to cut scrap metal into smaller pieces. Still, with its keen scent, the junk keeper looked up at Kara's approach.

"Can I help you?" it hissed loudly over the hiss of the torch.

[watanabe]

"Yeah, my crew and I are possibly looking to make some upgrades to our ship." She walked into the shop and leaned against a wall.  "Of course I also have some cargo, of the more... personal type I am looking to offload as well."

[tomcat]

The torch turned off with a snap leaving only the strong smell of cut metal hanging in the air. Shoving the blackout goggles up to his forehead, the Trandoshan looked at Kara with his yellow eyes. "Well upgrades are easy enough... but what is this cargo that you are talking about?"

[watanabe]

"Some potent stuff that fell off the back of a hovercar on another planet.  I'm guessing it could be used to produce quite a lot of a ummmmm special substance."

[tomcat]

"Potent stuff?" The Trandoshan was getting more intrigued, "Are we talking weapons-grade detonite to make munitions, or some other kind of potent stuff?"

[watanabe]

"Other potent stuff that certain beings may want to ingest to feel better."

[tomcat]

"Hmmmm... not really my thing," sighed the alien. "But I am sure I can put you in front of the people you want. Is that why you are in my shop? To offload this stuff?"

[watanabe]

"I'd be willing to pay a commission of course if you could help me find someone to offload these goods.  However, I am looking around for some potential hardware to upgrade the ship I'm a crew member of."

[tomcat]

"Hardware's easy... not sure I want any involvement in the rest. Of course, once you turn it to money I am more than happy to take it from you." The Trandoshan smiled, "As far as your drugs... go see Binx at the Far End. He will work with you on that stuff - and you NEVER heard it from me."

The Trandoshan's last words did not come with a smile, in fact the leer was quite intimidating.

[watanabe]

"I believe it is concentrated vials of an extract of the Manana fruit, which in pure form would kill someone quickly, been when diluted and properly adjusted by an expert, provides a great high similar to a religious experience, at least that is what I heard, as they use it on Bakura for religious rituals."

She shrugged.

"Not sure what it is worth out here, but I believe it can be cut down for a ton of doses, which should bring a handsome profit."

[tomcat]

Kara soon found that the Trandoshan was serious - he wanted nothing to do with the drugs. And so, with directions given to her to find one more place, she made one more cursory glance of the small junk shop to see how much stuff was useful that was on hand and then left.

It took her twenty-minutes to make the walk across the city until she came to a real hole in the wall. The neon sign that hung over the entrance said The Far End and below it was burnt out and broken letters that she could tell had once said 'of the Galaxy'.

Kara pushed through the saloon-style doors and entered a dark and smokey room. Shadowy figures moved about, or sat around tables drinking and speaking softly. In the corner and through an arch, a game room could be seen with billiards, darts and some blinking arcade-type games. She walked up to the bartender whose head showed evidence of a healed, but cruel wound. His hair only grew on the right side of his head disappearing completely where the scar tissue was visible. He wore an electronic eye patch that had yellow luminescence over his left eye, and his mouth was drawn up into a scarred sneer. All in all, very unpleasant to look at thought the Corellian.

She slapped a credit on the bar and the man spoke with a slur, "What can I sherve ya?"

[watanabe]

"Your best thing Corellian with Ice." she said looking around the joint to try and figure out what kind of people hung out here.

[tomcat]

Kara could see the place was filled with riff raff - typical for an establishment of its nature. Societies unwanted, or those that wanted to stay out of the eye of society, sat about in the shadows talking quietly with drinks and smoke. The question was, who was Binx?

[watanabe]

Kara leaned in when her drink was delivered and quietly whispered.

"You wouldn't happen to know where I could find Binx?"

[tomcat]

The bartender set the drink down and took the money, "Yea, he's here. You'll find him in back."

Kara looked to the billiards and games room, but the bartender spoke again, "No... not back there. Back there." He gestured with a thumb over the shoulder towards a doorway that was only blocked with a drape of beads. "Lady like you might not like it back there, though."

The bartender walked away with a chuckle.

Picking up her drink, Kara figured she might as well see it to the end. She walked down the length of the bar and then around its open end and pushed through the bead curtain. The next room was lit with only faint glowing lights on the tables, though the pall of smoke made the room more dim and could be cut with a knife. There were multiple species of beings in the room, all being entertained by different species of strippers. Kara moved through the room, only to be groped and grabbed at and followed by the occassional drunken, "C'mon baby! I'll pay you to come over here and sit with me."

She slapped away hands that got too fresh, resting her other hand on the grip of her blaster. In the darkness, to her right she heard, "Ah Binxie... please! One more! I'll make it worth your while."

Kara turned in the direction to see a younger man with a thick head of blonde hair. He was dressed very well - almost out of the ordinary for the room - and he was handsome. On his lap, mostly naked and with her legs in positions that left little to the imagination, a blue Twi'lek girl pouted and begged. Not five feet from the man stood a large, motionless shadowy shape watching over his employer.